The Escape

For the next two days, my daily life was routinely the same.

During the day, i run away under the supervisor's eyes, explores the structure of the factory, and devotes myself to practicing magic at night.

If the magical taIent i had set was not a lie, i quickly got used to gathering mana and spells.

Rather than easily accomplishing something high-level, the hurdle itself feels absurdly low, but that's enough.

After only three day of mana handling and magic practice, i went from being a worker in a gloomy closet to an outright magician to the magic that emits light, I has successfully demonstrated some simple magic.

At the same time, by wandering around the factory and trying to figure out its structure, i manage to find several routes out of the old factory.

It wasn't unheard of to run into other supervisors along the way, but when they saw my pale complexion, which looked like i would fall from fainting, they ignore me, as if they thought i was running errands for another colleague.

Of course, my body which was abused day and night like this, was on the verge of dying, but in such environment, it was just a luxury to ask for consideration.

Rather, it was right to say that I was lucky because I did not get caugh by the supervisor for sneaking out of labor during the day.

This was possible because of other supervisors were also attached to their respective jurisdictions during work hours.

It wouldn't have been strange if i had been caught by another supervisor and beaten so badly that i couldn't open my eyes again, and finally the day the union members were scheduled to come to the factory dawned.

I stay awake all night, slowly raised my horsepower just in time for the other workers to wake up.

It was a sense that i had never dealt with before coming to this world, but a handful of mana that did not exist in the body moved easily according to my will.

After collecting that little mana and concentrating it neatly around my forehead, I immediately used my magic.

A magic with a very simple effect that raises the temperature of the skin surface. It was a simple magic that could prevent the body temperature from dropping in cold weather, so simple that it did not require any special items.

However, in the current situation, it would be an extremly effective magic.

The ideal appearance immediately appear after a while. My skin, with the heat concentratethe on my face, turned red and began to sweat profusely.

The workers who naturally got up and waited for their working hours also found me and start whispering.

"Hey, that…"

"Looks like it's about time."

"Anyway, he has last a long time. It's not a place where a weakling like that can work for a long time."

Even though the workers were talking so much, they would never come to my side.

I grunted deliberately, trying to show that i was obviously sick.

"If you're awake, what are you doing not working!"

Opening the door with a strong kick, the supervisor frowned when he saw the workers' eyes on me, who was lying on the bed.

He walked up to me, examined my complextion, noticed that my forehead was red and sweating, and shook his head.

"I'll give you three minutes, so run to the parts room right away!"

Even though he knew i hadn't opened my eyes, the supervisor left the room without bothering to touch me. It was judged that I could no longer be useful manpower for labor.

Besides, today is the day when union members visit the factory to collect products. There was no reason to make a fuss and get a useless book on a day like today.

The workers secretly looked back at me even when their changing their clothes.

"What can he do?"

"Looking at the condition, he be dead when we comes back. Wouldn't it be inconvenient to come back and clean it up?"

"Wow… that's a bit embarrassing."

"Still, cleaning up before death is neat. If you bury it while he still alive, you might not have to bury it again."

They started talking as if i had already died and only a corpse remained.

In this old factory, where the workers who have not even a handful of meal? The death of a weak worker from exhaustion gave no inspiration.

Then one of the workers strode towards me.

I was lying in an unexpected situation, gave my body a strong push.

"What are you all doing?"

"We don't have time. Let's clean it up later!"

At the criticism of the other workers, he responded by waving his hand with an annoyed expression.

"It's noisy, so shut up. It's okay to let him smoke a cigarette before he die."

After saying that, he actually took out a rolled cigarette from his pocket.

"If you were hiding that, you should have shared with us."

"Yeah, kid. How much I miss a cigarette right now…"

"I only stole a few while cleaning the supervisor's bed. I have nothing to give you."

The man called Van headded to his bed, lit a cigarette, and placed it in my mouth.

Unexpectedly, i inhaled the cigarette smoke to the fullest, and Van chuckled when my eyes widened.

"Wasn't it awesome?"

"He's famous for mixing antipsychotic plant leaves with cheap drugs. After one smoke, the pain will go away. Not bad for a milestone along the way."

He patted me on the shoulder and disappeared along with the other workers.

A breeze comes through the slightly open window and the stained curtains shake. I remained in the empty room, slowly stood up with a cigarette in my mouth.

Originally, i should have moved right now, but i sat on the bed without saying anything and focused on smoking.

Ironically, the cigarette Van had given me had completely changed my plans.

The acrid smoke filling my lungs was energizing my body.

To be precise, the tobacco mixed with all sorts of harmful substances would force me to forget all the fatigue accumulated in my body and dull the nerves that felt pain.

However, just by being insensitive to the fatigue that covered his body, i felt a refreshing feeling i had never felt since i came to this world.

Physical ability as if i went back to the days when i just played games without any worries.

I jumped up from my seat and waved my arm once or twice, was convinced.

It doesn't matter if it's made of drugs or a strange plant.

No matter what side effects it brings, i desperately needed a doping agent like this.

"…Did you say the supervisor's bed?"

I muttered that, changed into work clothes and immediately left the bedroom.

I has already traveled around to figure out the structure of the factory and knows roughly where the supervisors are staying.

After checking the numerous trucks busily coming in through the window, i move quickly with my head slightly lowered.

Light and fast steps that are completely different from before.

On my way up and down the halls, i ran into other supervisors, but immediately cut their words when they saw my face confirmed that i was not a worker under their control.

Normally, they would harassed the workers even by catching useless faults, but on a busy day like this, they doesn't even have the time to do that.

In the meantime, the supervisors were struggling just to deal with union members who were going to inspect and collect the products made in the factory.

Already, people wearing blue vests were walking around the factory, pushing supervisors everywhere.

"The product quantity is not right. Did I expect too much?"

"….no."

"Hey. Who do you think is facilitating you guys to run this plant?"

"sorry!"

"It wouldn't be strange if the workers working here were prosecuted before the Human Rights Commission, but we understand their condition. Then you should show sincerity."

There are conversations that make the back of your neck sore just by listening to them, and the supervisors, who were like gods in front of the workers, are busy bowing their heads like reeds.

Among them, a union member who seemed to be exceptionally old shouted nervously as he threw away the documents the supervisor had brought him.

"That's Okay! Looking at the ledger, I've been through quite a bit of damage. I will check the warehouse myself and check for missing materials. It would be better to be prepared if the shortfall is not filled by the time we return today."

Along with the union members threatening, the supervisors around them reluctantly nodded. But rather, their expressions were full of relief that they had let go.

Targeting the material warehouse is tantamount to saying that the punching bag to be hit first has been decided. Members who poured out their ardor while helping moderately will come up with a more reasonable compromise than now.

Of course, the supervisor in charge of the material warehouse would have to pay a bout of measles, but there was no loyalty among the supervisors to cover even such trivial matters.

I picked up a box that had been randomly scattered among them and hesitated.

It wasn't long before one of the overseers standing nearby spotted me and approached me.

he asked as he blatantly laid out my overalls.

"Why is the worker here?"

"Hey… I sent an errand. There are errands in the dorms used by the supervisors…"

"TeIl me what erand it is."

"What is that…."

He gathered smoke into his mouth and pretended to exhale.

If a worker had stolen cigarettes from a supervisor's bed, there was a high probability that other supervisors were openly enjoying similar items.

Sure enough, the supervisor with an understanding expression on his face glanced around, grabbed me by the collar, and started moving to one side.

He muttered annoyedly as he headed towards the hallway with his familiar steps.

"I openly said that it would take to send it by courier, but crazy people made delivery even on a day like this. Damn idiots…"

After walking briskly and turning down the hallway a few times, a much cleaner hallway appeared than the shabby workroom where the workers stayed.

He rummaging through his pockets in front of the white-painted door, the supervisor found a ring that held two or three keys together and held it in his hand.

After picking the lock and opening the locked door, I began to see a small bedroom inside.

Compared to my memories, it's still a very cramped space, but it's still a much better bedroom than the old alcove i been eating and sleeping in for the past week.

I raised my mana and put the thumb and forefinger of my right hand together.

What comes to mind is In image of an intense electric current. Accurately replaying the effect of the stun gun in my head, I move my magic power.

"…bolt."

As i chanted the incantation softly, a small current burst out from between my fingers.

The moment the supervisor turned around and looked down at me, completely unaware that he was using magic right behind him.

I immediately planted two fingers under the supervisor's chin.

"Okay then, give me the goods quickly… ggggggg!!"

A grotesque scream flowed from his mouth as the supervisor's eyes, which had been shining with greed, turned over in an instant.

The large body of the supervisor, who was shaking and convulsing all over, collapsed in front of the slightly open door, and the bedroom opened wide.

I grabbed the supervisor by the shoulders and laboriously carried the huge body into the room.

If i leave it like this and someone else finds the supervisor, it will be a hassle.

It would have been better to have his stunned body firmly propped up on the bed to be sure, but i gave up after a try or two.

It was impossible to lift and move this body with my weakened muscular strength.

Anyway, after moving the supervisor into the room and closing the door, i let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed.

Maybe thanks to the effect of the cigarate, it is a bit difficult, but there is no sense of helplessness or drowsy fatigue that covers the whole body.

But don't be mistaken. The unknown vitality circulating in my body right now doesn't get rid of pain or fatigue, it just makes me forget for a moment.

The recoil that would come after the end of the medicinal effect would be so intense that it could not be compared to the tiredness that i was feeling.

There is not much time to rest. I had to hurry to escape the factory.

As I ended up in the supervisor's bedroom unexpectedly, it's important to get out of here as soon as I get the things I want.

I took the keychain from the fallen supervisor's hand and immediately start searching around the bedroom.

If it was a favorite item used among supervisors, there was a high possibility that it was treasured and stored somewhere.

After digging through the entire mattress, i finally found an answer.

"He hid a lot."

I clicked my tongue at the piles of cigarettes arranged neatly along the hidden space under the mattress.

No matter how low you set it, one box is a quantity that seems to exceed.

I snatched the cigarette case from the supervisor's arms and swept the cigarettes under the mattress as he could get his hands on them.

Even if i want to take it all anyway, there is no space to move it.

The case used by the supervisor was just the right size to fit in a pocket, and even had an ignition function to make a spark, so it was very suitable to carry it alone.

I wanted to put it in my mouth right away and recall the feeling i had felt earlier, but i held it back and began to look for other useful items.

I pause when i felt hard metal on my fingertips as i rummaged through an old chest of drawers.

It's the first time I've touched it myself, but it doesn't make sense that I don't know what it looks like.

I took out an old handgun from a drawer and looked down at it with a complicated expression.

Subtle details are different, but the overall silhouette is familiar.

The magazine at the bottom of the pistol was full of eight rounds, but no more magazines were visible in the drawer.

It seemed that the safety device was not considered at all, and it was made so that it could be fired just by pulling the upper slide and loading it.

I pondered for a while as i glared at the pistol, but soon realized that even that thought was a luxury.

In order to survive, i must not hesitate in any way. Ibpicked up the pistol and tucked it into my pocket, promptly slipping out of the supervisor's bedroom.

Now that i had the tobacco in my hand, i had to move right away, but i stop and took out the set of keys i had snatched from the supervisor's hand earlier and began examining them.

There are only three keys, but a sticker is attached to each key to indicate where it is used.

It was the first letter I had seen, but surprisingly I could understand its meaning. It seems that the old Lennok was not a dark-eyed person who could not read letters at all.

one bedroom. One is the assembly room… This supervisor seems to be the person in charge of the assembly room.

I checked the letters written on the last key for the break room, immediately started moving in the direction of the break room.

"It's a little different from the original plan… but this will be more effective."

My plan was to escape out of the factory through an underground parking lot.

It was because I was relatively certain that it was safest to use the parking lot, although I had walked around the factory and identified several passages.

There is no way to know what kind of defense there is, i had to walk around inside the factory and avoid the eyes of the supervisor, was prepared outside the factory.

In such a situation, if i hastily use the land route outside the factory as an escape route, i will be helpless if i encounter unexpected guards or defenses.

Parking lots where vehicles mainly come and go instead of people are relatively less likely to have such defenses.

However, I thought it was unavoidable to take the risk of moving barefoot in the parking lot, but it was a different story if I could use the supervisor's lounge.

The break room is located in the hallway between the supervisors' quarters and the work area.

I put my ear to the door for a moment and focused on the sound coming from inside, but when i felt no sign of anyone, i immediately opened the door with the key.

As expected, no one remained in the break room as supervisors were busy dealing with union members.

In the empty break room, there were only snacks left over for the supervisors, bottles of alcohol, and clothes.

It seems obvious that they enjoyed drinking while on duty, but in such a shabby factory, if you are a person who can maintain such a diligent attitude, you will not be able to roll up here in the first place.

And for those guys, there was a high possibility that it wouldn't be strange at all to leave important items in these clothes.

"….found it."

After rummaging through the pockets of clothes scattered in the break room, i found an old pair of sunglasses, an empty wallet and two keys.

Most of them were keys used to open various rooms or locked doors like the supervisor I knocked out earlier, but among them there was one key with a code that looked like the vehicle's serial number.

In this world, there is no way to know what license plate a vehicle uses, but once you acquire an additional key, it is beneficial.

A faint vibration echoed across the wall of the break room. A roar as if something was knocking from afar.

It was evident that the union members were making a fuss by wandering around the factory.

Lennok took a cigarette from his seat and immediately lit it and put it in his mouth.

Although i had never touched a cigarette while on the other side, i quickly got used to it.

The same smoke as before drenches my body and makes me forget about fatigue and pain. At the same time, the mind that had been standing at its peak was relaxed, and the tension began to dissolve.

It's good to make me forget the fatigue in the body, but it's never a good thing to make my mind loose in the current situation.

I took a moderate inhalation and consciously removed the cigarette from my mouth.

'I thought it was mixed with an antipsychotic plant. If you use too much, your brain will even slow down.'

It's not like an escape, but the combination and inhalation through combustion in this way have strong effects and often have severe side effects.

If i do it wrong, i'll end up like sagging laundry. Until i escape the factory, i must hold on tight.

I threw the cigarrette on the ground, stepped on it with the tip of my shoe, and changed into clothes of the appropriate size from among the clothes scattered in the break room.

A worker's overalls or a supervisor's overalls are in some way too conspicuous.

The clothes thrown here in the break room were plain clothes that supervisors wore comfortably when off duty, so there was little fear of attracting unnecessary attention even after escaping from the factory.

"Ugh… the smell is too strong."

The stench of cigarettes and sweat stung my nose, but i forced myself into a change of clothes because it was necessary.

I tucked my overalls under the couch in the break room and was about to leave the room when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the end of the hallway.

I let go of the doorknob i was holding and quickly hid behind the couch.

The ominous premonition was not wrong, but the sound of footsteps quickly approached and stopped at the door of the break room.

"hmm? Someone left the break room door open. I dont want to hear from the supervisor again."

"A day like today is just crazy."

The door opened and what came in were two supervisors who looked exhausted.

Judging from the unfamiliar faces of both of them, it seems that they are not supervisors in charge of the parts room where i was.

The overseer standing on the right sniffed and grinned as he spoke to his colleague next to him.

"Looking from the smell of this room, it seems that a few other people have sneaked in besides us?"

He smelled my smoke in the break room and seemed to have misunderstood me. Judging from the way he spoke, it seemed that he smoked cigarettes often in the break room.

The other supervisor who understood that also sat down on the sofa with a smile.

"Well, we sneaked out too, but there's no law forcing the others to do that."

"Let's have one and relax."

After that, the sound of lighting a fire and exhaling resounded in silence.

I held my breath and hid behind the couch, trying to keep quiet.

"Ah… I think I will live. Those bastards won't go back until the quantity of products is filled, right?"

"Don't you know when you see the loud guy? I guess I'll have to run the factory today to adjust the quantity."

"Ha fuck… I'm going crazy."

The two talked like that and focused on smoking in silence. They seemed to be under a lot of stress right now.

"that's it."

"what?"

The supervisor looked at his colleague sitting across from him with a firm expression on his face.

"Let's smoke this and go to the parking lot."

"…Is that so?"

"You got a new car this time. If we hide in there, no one will know."

It wouldn't be strange if they got hit by the chief later on, but is that a big deal? As long as they can avoid the current troubling situation, it doesn't matter.

The supervisors looked at each other and grinned.

"Wher's your car key?"

"Oh, it should be here. I think I threw it away while drinking yesterday."

"Let's look around."

I watched as the two tall men stomped on the floor, rummaging through their clothes, and calmly prepared myself.

I still lacks mana, so i can't properly use effective attack magic against humans.

However, there were many things that could be done with just that amount of magic.

I took out a pistol from my pocket and slowly brought it closer to the muzzle.

The 'silence' magic intangible membrane wraps around and covers the muzzle, glowing blue and then disappearing.

I pulled the slide, finished loading, and waited for the right moment, holding the pistol with both hands.

The supervisors, who were searching for the car key while sweeping the floor, looked at each other with serious expressions and jumped up from their seats.

"….cant find it."

"Come to think of it, the door was open earlier…"

"Damn it!"

It would be strange if only the car keys were missing, but it would be even more strange if i swept away the keys that were nearby and other belongings.

Even so, the two started to act right away, as if they weren't stupid enough to not feel the seriousness of the situation.

"You go straight down to the parking lot."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have to report to the super intendent first. Someone should at least say that someone jumped out with our keys so that we won't be held responsible later."

As if that made sense, one of the supervisors immediately moved toward the break room door.

I sensed that i should not hesitate any longer, and immediately raised the gun.

There was a momentary tremor, but my finger pulled the trigger so naturally.

I heard a tone that was too light to say it was a gunshot, and the supervisor who was about to grab the doorknob collapsed in a splatter of blood.

After a moment's delay, another supervisor shouted.

"Agh!!"

"Shut it"

I whisper, i jumped from the back of the sofa immediately and pointed a gun at him.

After checking my face, the supervisor glared at me like he was going to kill me, but the moment he saw the gun i was holding, he kept his mouth shut.

Slowly closing the distance, i glanced down at the shot-down supervisor.

He collapsed with the back of his head exposed, making no movement other than squirming little by little. It was an instant death.

Realizing that i had killed a person for the first time, i was not greatly agitated except for breaking out in a cold sweat.

It is because the strong mental power, composure and reason i had set up were helping me to keep my sanity while suppressing guilt, fear and disgust.

In a situation driven to the limit, the coldness that is displayed more strongly. It was unmistakably the magician's talent.

I was close enough not to miss, but just enough distance not to be ambushed.

If i allowed an attack with my weak body, i would have lost the gun and died in an instant.

The supervisor looked at my face and said in a trembling voice.

"…spare me."

"...."

"I won't tell anyone about this. So please…"

It was then that i saw the supervisor's trembling face properly for the first time.

Tired and bloodshot eyes, sparsely grown beard and trembling lips and chin.

All day long, the workers are pampered and abused over and over again, but the supervisors aren't that great either.

They, too, as members of the factory, are ordinary people who cannot escape from this grueling work and feel fear in front of the danger of death.

Maybe even if they let me leave on this spot, it might not be a big risk. He could live his whole life pretending he didn't know about me without opening his mouth.

It might not be such a bad thing to leave a little mercy right before escaping the factory… i thought so and slowly pulled the trigger.

At the same time as the noise magic went off, the trembling overseer slowly fell backwards.

Even at the moment of his death, his horrified expression, unable to realize his final fate, was captured directly in my eyes.

Contrary to my mind, the cool-headed wizard's reason had already decided everything.

No matter what happens, there will be no regrets left here.

Unlike the supervisor who fainted in the bedroom, I couldn't save the supervisor I encountered here.

These people knew the car keys were missing, and they suspected that there might be a problem with the parking lot.

It would be in trouble if they woke up and started searching the parking lot before i escaped the factory.

I pulled out the wallet from the pocket of the two fallen corpses and checked the contents.

There are banknotes, coins, several cards of unknown origin, and ID cards, but none of them look familiar to me.

"....."

It wasn't surprising because i had already guessed that this place wasn't Earth.

But if it's neither the world nor the earth in the game, where the hell is this? I'm confused, but I didn't have time to think for a long time.

I took what looked like money from my wallet and threw the rest under the sofa.

I gave up and removed my hand while trying to get rid of the body. There is already blood on the floor. It would take too long to clear the body and sweep the floor to erase any traces.

Anyway, there was only one thing left.

I immediately exited the break room, locked the door, and headed straight through the nearby stairs to the underground parking lot.

In the dark, dusty parking lot, several trucks parked by union members and vehicles used by factory employees were parked in a disorderly manner.

I crouched and surreptitiously moved among the cars, looking for the one that matched the serial number on the key.

There were two vehicles sharing one serial number, an old gray van and the other a polished two-seater.

The two-seater car was tuned with all kinds of unknown mechanical devices, so it was difficult to guess the prototype.

I tried both cars, praying that the inconspicuous gray van would open, but unfortunately it was the two-seater car that got the keys.

I had no choice.

I unlocked the key, opened the door, and sat down on a seat that smelled like leather.

The exterior is eyecatching, but the interior is even more spectacle. All kinds of mechanical devices and buttons are full of the front of the vehicle, and the steering wheel is completely rectangular.

As soon as I put the key under the steering wheel and started the engine, the instrument panel light came on and the car started vibrating subtly.

When i step on the left pedal and apply power to the gear, the handle starts to turn. Here, too, the brake seems to depend on the left pedal.

When I shifted gears and let go of the pedal, the car began to slowly move forward. No matter how much i had a cool and calm mind, i couldn't stop my heart from beating like crazy at this moment.

I finally escaped this factory. For the first time since coming into this world, it is going out of that old closet.

Curious and scared about the unknown world, fear and anticipation stirred my mind and made my whole body tremble.

As i slowly exited the underground parking lot and climbed to the ground, i saw the figure of a person standing in front of the entrance to the parking lot.

A clumsy figure with one leg limping and familiar work clothes. His eyes calmed down when he saw the supervisor in charge of the parking lot.

The superintendent notices an approaching vehicle and starts approaching it.

I've already killed two, so what's the difference between three? I immediately picked up the handgun i had thrown in the passenger seat, but soon realized there was a serious problem.

There was no more magic left in my body to use the silent magic.

One time in the morning to heat. Once to stun the supervisor with lightning. Twice to reduce the noise of gunfire.

Considering that as a wizard who has just awakened my magical power cannot use even one magic a day, this is a huge capacity, but it means nothing in the current situation.

I immediately realized where the problem was.

'It must have happened because I took care of the supervisor.'

Considering what magic could do, it shouldn't have been that difficult to escape this old factory with magic four times a day.

If i hadn't used the lightning magic 'bolt' to stun the supervisor, i wouldn't have lacked magic like i do now.

It was too late to regret it now.

After a certain amount of time, magic power will be restored enough to use magic once… but there was no time to wait.

As supervisor approached with a smirk that he knew who the owner of this car was.

"Are you out of your mind? Where are you going to go in this situation? No matter how much you want to cut it, you have to refrain from it on the day the union members come."

He approached the driver's side, banging on the bonnet of the car.

"Show off your new car this weekend. If you want to go to the club, me too… Who are you?"

Seeing my face in the car, the supervisor's complexion changed dramatically.

Before he could pull something out as he hurriedly groped around, i thrust the muzzle of the gun into his chest.

"Huh…!"

"Drop the gun."

The frightened supervisor quickly dropped the pistol grip he was holding behind his back to the floor. I glanced down at the gun he had discarded and grinned.

Somehow, I wanted to give up, but the gun was not properly loaded. Even if he resisted, I wouldn't have fired a single shot.

I look at the overseer staring at me with a frightened look on his face.

"Is there a parking barrier in front of this?"

"There is…"

"Open it."

The supervisor trembled and turned around to enter the guard post near the entrance to the parking lot and manipulate something.

The supervisor, who was dripping with sweat, looked at me and nodded. A face that seems to be longing for something. I didn't have a hard time figuring out what that meant.

Everyone has a strong longing for life.

I too, was covering it up with strong mental strength and cold reason, but i wanted to live more desperately than anyone else.

And that's why it shouldn't be left out.

The sound of gunfire that shakes the eardrums resonates powerfully through the parking lot.

As if the sound was a signal flare, i let go of the brake.

I grabbed the steering wheel and pressed hard on the accelerator as I passed the supervisor who collapsed with a look of disbelief.

My heart, which had been pounding for the first time in this world, began to beat more violently.

As the slope in the parking lot steepens upward, the body leans backwards.

As my vision brightened, the dazzling sunlight began to sting my eyes, but I didn't care.

For a moment, the surroundings seemed to flash white, and then the car body floated up and the body returned to its original state.

Through the thick glass of the body, the wide front yard of the factory began to come into view.

Move forward without hesitation. The only passage to the outside was visible between the thick walls.

The breaker that should be blocking the middle of the aisle is still closed. He lied to me.

However, i grinned and put my strength on my feet.

I used the car speed to break the circuit breaker at once, picked up the speed and quickly left the factory.

A open plain that i can see as soon as i come out of the megalopolis factory.

In the barren landscape seen through the car window, i focused my mind and quickly surveyed my surroundings.

It is the first time I have come out to the world outside the factory since waking up in an old alcove.

I had to figure out what kind of place this area was and run away as soon as possible.

I frantically moved my head from side to side as i sped down the road along the low hill.

Considering that there are not a few buildings and people coming and going around, it seems that it is not an uncivilized rough area.

Rather, in the direction i turned to the steering wheel, i could see a large city with tall buildings that seemed to pierce the sky, forming a huge forest.

Sensing that the longer i hesitated, the more likely it was to end badly, i continued to increase my driving speed.

The faster i move, the closer i get to the big city, and the surrounding scenery changes. It was only after driving for more than an hour that i was able to get close to the city.

Neon signs flashing everywhere and billboards filling up the sight of flashy signboards play advertisements along with cheerful music.

[Leader of high-tech industry. Welcome to Vulcan, a mega city leading the future of magic engineering.]

"…..The name of the city is Vulcan?"

The name must have been very off-putting to me, who knew roughly what the Vulcan were like on Earth.

I muttered, sticking out my tongue as i saw the strange letters written on the signboard of the airship slowly swimming in the sky and the streamlined bike passing by.

"I knew it wasn't Earth, but…"

I never thought it would be a world that was so different from WORLD. Could this be the world view of ver 3.0 that was planned to be updated?

Seeing the landscape that seemed to be a little more advanced than the civilization of the Earth i knew, but much more chaotic, i naturally felt complicated.

In a world built with a near-future civilization like this, having magical talents was a good thing or a bad thing, i had no idea.

It wasn't until after driving for a long time that i entered the city, i slowed down the accelerator and turned slowly.

'It would have been enough if I had escaped this far.'

I checked to see if there was any tracking while coming, but so far I haven't found any abnormalities. Have you not been able to make time yet because i an suffering from union members?

It was a wise decision to think about again to escape by choosing the date when the union members came.

As i entered the city, the roads gradually widened and at the same time the traffic began to become tight.

It was only then that i looked around at the vehicles standing around him and realized that this two-seater car, which he thought was an esoteric design, was quite passable compared to the others.

It seems that the various devices that were attached to this vehicle belonged to the universal design of this world, not the supervisor's esoteric taste.

It was unintentional, but it might have been noticed had he been here with the old gray van from earlier.

The deeper you go into the city, the more vehicles there are and the more sluggish the operation becomes.

I somewhat calmed down, took a cigarette out of my pocket as the car nearly stopped and began observing the people passing by.

There were a lot of people walking on the sidewalk on either side of the car, and their clothes were different.

The clothes themselves were not special, but there were also quite a few who were revealing parts of their bodies or chose unusual hairstyles.

There were people who had one arm replaced with a prosthetic arm, some who carried ghosts that looked like spirits, and some ordinary people who walked alone without anything at all.

Judging from the carefree expressions of the people, it seemed that security was being kept to some extent in the downtown area.

It was unexpected for me, who had vaguely imagined an anarchic city full of chaos because of my experience at the factory.

'And when I looked closely…'

As things that were easily overlooked when running in a hurry began to come into my eyes little by little, i was able to look around with a more analytical gaze than before.

Signs and letters hung on the walls of buildings. A faint light shines through the moving machines. One thing in common was found in the colors of the phones people were holding.

'There's a bit of magic mixed in.'

It's been less than two days since I realized it, but I can feel the power all too familiar to me all over the street.

It was enough to quickly notice that magic power was also contributing to the civilization built on this land.

'It will take some time to learn basic common sense.'

Even if there is not much difference from the earth on the outside, if mana and other magic are being used in the development of civilization, the process and history will be completely different.

It seemed that there was not a small amount of time needed to live without problems in this world and promise the future.

Suppressing my complicated feelings, i took out a cigarette in succession and took in the smoke.

Aside from planning for the future, there is not much time left for me right now.

It's not because I'm worried about the tracking that I can't even see right now. Didn't i squeeze out all my strength and magic to escape the factory?

I'm still holding on to the effect of the cigarette, but soon there will be a limit where my body can't stand it.

Over the past few days, i has been acutely aware of how weak and lacking in stamina my body has.

It wouldn't be strange if i fainted in this place right away. Before that happens, I had to quickly find a place to lie down.

As soon as the city's long congestion ends and traffic begins to clear, i immediately turn and head for an isolated alley.

The more you go around the main street, the neater the street becomes messier and the surrounding buildings also become laggy. Even in such a huge city, slums existed.

I stop the car near an apartment complex that is about to collapse at any moment and concentrate my mind while sitting on the seat.

Fortunately, during the congestion while entering the city, my mana recovered a little, so I was able to use magic at least once.

Place your hands on your face and use up all my remaining magic power.

The burning sensation and the twisting of the skin on his face made my body tremble.

"Whoa…"

My face changed to a middle-aged man with a stern expression, completely different from before.

After getting out of the car wearing the sunglasses I had brought from the break room, I threw the keys inside and closed the door.

I can't continue to use a vehicle that has been attached to the serial number as i wish.

Not overlooking the danger of the chase, he had no intention of going anywhere near this place after today.

As soon as you get out of the dark slums, the sunlight pours through the deep blue sky.

I couldn't come to my senses and blinked my eyes at the sunlight that greeted me for the first time since i came to this world.

My eyes are burning and my head hurts. My hands trembled and the back of my neck began to pull strongly. A sleepless gait loses its direction and stumbles incessantly. My whole body was covered with sweat.

There is not much time.

Walking quickly while inhaling the scent of tobacco in my hands, I found a small hotel located on the outskirts of the downtown area.

A neat yet discreet location. Quiet lobby and laid-back employees. Both hygiene and safety don't seem bad.

I entered the hotel without hesitation. When i released the magic in the bathroom in the lobby, i felt dizzy.

Wiping the sweat dripping down my forehead, I headed towards the counter.

"….I would like to reserve a room."

"100,000 cells per night."

The receptionist didn't say anything when he saw how i was dressed, but instead called for a price of 100,000 cells.

It didn't sound like a small amount to me, who didn't know anything about it, but i wasn't in a situation where i was arguing whether the price was reasonable or not.

I put down the cash I took out of the supervisor's wallet, get the key, and as soon as I get into the elevator, I sit down helplessly.

It went dark in an instant before i crouched across the hallway, open the door to the designated room, and went inside.

As the fatigue and tension that had piled up until the moment of dizzyness and the drug that had been forcibly suppressing them ended, the side effects hit me all at once.

I couldn't even take off my shoes properly and collapsed in front of the porch and fell asleep as if i was dead.

It was the first comfortable sleep I had since suffering from insomnia in this world.