GRIMOIRE X REVERSE V1 CH1Kourii: really took me a hard work to translate this one. I don’t really know how to express the sound expressions so just bear with me. I think this chapter is pretty long. Guys, if you like it, leave a comment and if you find any mistakes, please point it out. Oh, This is chapter 1 in volume 1 so ENJOY!!!
Chaper 1: Habuil Tower [The Begining]
Suddenly, my memory became completely mixed up.
I don’t know how to correctly express the feeling at that time, something like that into words.
It’s the worst. It’s not at the level of feeling gross or painful, nor itchy. The unpleasantness running inside your body, dominated by the feeling of unexpressable nausea and headache like your brain is being roasted.
A while after that, I regained my consciousness to the flickering dazzling view as I finally noticed.
That this is the RPG game world I used to play in my previous life, that I am the mid-boss in the middle floor of the dungeon in the middle of the story, and that I’m in a more refreshingly delicate enough position.
[….Eh, why]
Having realized was good. Well, it may not be good but the most important point is something else. ( In j.a.p they say: 百歩譲って, which mean something abt priority so I just write it in my own words instead.)
However, isn’t this situation somehow a little difficult.
Just why I, a peaceful life-living college student, am inside a mid-boss.
Or should I say why now of all time that my previous life memories came back.
In addition, why the consciousness of this dungeon’s boss, that was supposed to be sealed, has returned.
I really can’t figure it out.
The me now that have memory from two lifetimes together, is honestly confused enough to not know which is right or wrong.
One set of memory is my previous life. The memory from the me, who enjoyed college life, was up to when I got many random injuries from being minced by a train. Remembering even the pain when dying is not what I’m thankful for though. The pitiful guy who died from the train accident had alas gathered more hate than sympathy.
What I’m sad about is that the irritation, from the fact that the train was delayed, was heavier than the sympathy for the lost of a person’s life in the city.
Another set is of the me in this world. Though, in a strong cla.s.s among the demon tribe, a dungeon boss whose consciousness had been deprived and became a doll with only power, is my memory. I do forgive that b.a.s.t.a.r.d dungeon boss.
Sorting things until here is not difficult, after all I have two set of memories as one of my previous life.
There is another problem.
Current state. Just why am I wearing clothes like it is from the Jomon period that just make me wants to perform a tsukkomi. (TL: jomon period 縄文時代).
Fur clothes. Beast fashion. Meat-eating youth.
I think nowadays, wearing only a piece of fur and swaggering under the sky, is just looking down on modern society but, as a matter of fact, this is not the modern society.
I’m not even a human.
A demon.
That’s right, a demon. The mid-boss in the middle of this dungeon…. Habuil Tower. Certainly, having realized that I have no name is a terrible thing. To demons, this kind of feelings should have already been put away, though.
The way I see things is no different from humans but the most different are the two things growing on the corners of my head. Let’s use Diab. (TL: it’s read as Diab in Diablo). Don’t dive into it.
Black and twisted two horns are growing on my head.
Let’s organize the story. The me, who should have died from being hit by a train, was reincarnated alive in another world.
I’m able to grasp up to this point.
The next problem. This is the world of the famus RPG Grimoire Lancer II in my previous life.
Now then what to do. The me now will probably die from fighting the hero party when they appear in the game. I can only see such a fate.
However, I figured out then.
The me now has a choice to make before being done in as a mid-boss.
In my previous life memory, I remember some decent point of that RPG. As it was the game I like to play again and again in junior high school. I also knew about the the cheat charts and the famous hidden dungeon.
There is also my strength.
I’m not going to be a mid-boss, isn’t this the fastest way to escape from the hero party?
If I change my point of view, my memory came back one after another.
Noticing something, I look around my surrounding.
This Habuil tower is a dungeon.
Moreover, I am a mid-boss, isn’t the reason I exist, is to protect somekind of treasure?
Though this is in a small room with no windows in the middle of the dungeon, there is fairly enough light to lit up the room. And turning my sight around the room…. there it was.
In the fairly dull room with exaggerated steel door at the deepest part of the room, in other words behind my back, there was a treasure box casually lying there.
It’s the heros privilige to open treasure boxes?
As if there is something stupid like that.
Opening the treasure box in an excited mood, there was a giant axe inside.
[“Demon Slayer” huh. How nostalgic.]
Me as a demon and using this Demon Slayer is how should I put it; right, it is that feeling of something that doesn’t really matter at the moment.
The axe was taller than me in length and the blade part is bigger than my body width.
If you wonder just why is an axe hidden behind my back, that is because there are profusely many demon race monsters in this Habuil tower.
After defeating me, the hero party will be able to break through this tower a little more easily.
Yoshi, Now that I got what I wanted, lets get out of here.
The key is not attached to the small room.
I put the axe on my back and vigorously opened the door.
The Habuil tower is a maze with complex pa.s.sages with a few small rooms like the one I was in that form the structure of each floor.
I am not so confident in my memory but as long as I search thoroughly for the stairs down to the ground, I will probably be able to get out. Inspite of being complex, in my memory this dungeon is fairly easy to map as there are no branching stairs.
As I was thinking positively when walking here and there on the iron path, I heard the sound of footsteps from the other side of the corner.
….eh. Is the hero party here already?
No, the sound is from only one person. When the hero came here, it was a three persons party. The possibility of independent action is not that high.
Being a little scared, I pulled out my axe.
Then, coming from the corner was a demon unlike me but a demon with a monster like atmosphere.
[…aah-. Thats right. Its like that, huh. Monster coming out. This is a dungeon afterall]
In my field of view is a completely red demon type monster that was letting out an intimidating growl.
I am a demon. With the appearance of a human with two horns growing on my head, a race with only profusely high strength value and the enemy is just a “demon” monster.
There is no need to talk.
[Groowll!!!]
[Here goes!!]
I used brute force to swing the axe at the monster rushing towards me. Along with the feeling of cutting something, I can see the appearance of the demon being cut apart from the head in front of me.
[Guugaaa!!]
Flump- with dull striking sound of something falling on the iron floor, the demon monster fell down and disappeared.
[Fuu-….n?]
My body was giving of light. It flickered for a moment before disappearing immediately after.
That just now, was the effect right?
[Did I feel like I just leveled up?]
The question asked towards the mineral ceiling has, of course, never reached anyone and disappeared.