I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

"Speaking of which, I saw a group of people in church attire fiddling with a statue in the town center. What were they doing?"

"Well, those are statues of the One God that the soldiers, myself, and I paid for and the temple staff built. I have to thank the One God for my survival this time."

Ella, who was biting into a triangular-shaped pie, stopped trembling for a moment. Her expression was like a child caught eating snacks secretly. She looked timidly at Lotte beside her.

"Miss Ella, why don't you swallow it first?"

Ruti suggested politely.

Ella nodded while mechanically chewing the pie in her mouth.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Miss Ella?"

He took a gulp of black tea and swallowed the cake stuck in his throat.

"Ahem, ahem, it's nothing, it's nothing. A statue taller than a two-story building wouldn't be appropriate to place in the center of the city."

This tentative proposal hoped to dissuade Kmir from this idea, but it was obvious that this was impossible.

"It's okay. The members of the investigation team also agreed after watching the video. The fact that the One and Only God chose to descend upon the Kingdom of Barris must be a sign of the kingdom's prosperity. They even said they would report this to the king and have the state fund the construction of a more magnificent statue. This one is just a temporary addition."

Kmir took a sip of black tea, as if he was talking about something extremely ordinary.

"But didn't the One and Only God say that this matter cannot be publicized?"

"Hmm? This isn't propaganda, it's simply a way of expressing our respect and devotion to the One and Only God."

Ella sank her whole body into the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a heavy sigh.

——No, this country is beyond saving.

"Are you tired already? Do you want me to have a servant bring up some drinks to soothe your fatigue?"

As Kmir spoke, he seemed to stand up and walk out.

"Eh? No, no, I'll just go back and rest now."

"Is this okay? I think this is probably the aftereffects of the leg injury healed."

"Really, that's not necessary. Just let me go back and rest for a while."

I almost said I was going to go back and reflect on myself. I felt even more tired...

Ella massaged her brow and slowly straightened her back. While her exhausted appearance could be explained by her recent recovery from injury, she couldn't act too slack. She should probably pull herself together for now...

"Then please go back and rest, Miss Ella. I shouldn't keep you here any longer. If possible, please stay in town for a few more days until the statue of the One and Only God is finished. It won't be too late to leave then. This is a thank you gift for holding Silver Wolf back the other day."

Kmir picked up a cloth bag from the tray next to him. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be filled with gold coins.

After Lotte stepped forward to take it, Ella could only smile bitterly.

"Ahaha, that's true. After all, the One and Only God saved us..."

"Then why don't we wait a few days until the statue is finished?"

"Okay, sure."

Ella took a deep breath, and finally, the two of them walked out of the embarrassing City Lord's Mansion...

* At 7:04 AM on September 10, 6185, at the Saou Hotel in Lane Town

"Ms. Ella, it's time to get up and finish viewing the statue with Lord Kermir before leaving town for the academy."

Lotte gently rocked Ella who was still asleep. Today was almost a month since she came to the town.

"Kukuku, please let me sleep a little longer."

"No! This is also the maid's duty, right?"

Lotte smiled as she watched Ella struggling on the bed.

"Ah, that's enough, I'm getting up, I'm getting up, don't look at me with that smile!"

"Eh? I think this is the best way to go. People at the hotel also said that I look better when I smile more."

"Mmm-Okay, I'll be right out. Lotte, go get breakfast."

Although I have gotten used to living in the same room with my partner over the past month, I always feel embarrassed when Ruthie is watching me when I change clothes.

"Okay, but Miss Ella, you can't go back to sleep, okay?"

After saying this, Lotte walked out of the room wearing elf-like clothing.

Ella stared at the ceiling, and after the room was quiet for a few seconds, she jumped up from the bed and shouted.

"I just want to get a good night's sleep! Why am I always forced to wake up early?"

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Volume 1, Complete

postscript

Eh?

Is the first volume finally over?

I always feel that it doesn't feel very real. According to the convention of Japanese light novels, the end of the first volume should be the author's own remarks, right?

Well, it's been over a month since I started reading during the last few days of winter vacation. Those first few days were simply because I was bored at home and couldn't find any books that matched my interests, so I decided to start my own book. But now that I think about it, it was because I didn't look hard enough!

At this point, I have to say, I originally wrote this just for fun... I never thought anyone would actually read it. Should I say I'm feeling mixed emotions or flattered? Maybe both... Lately, writing stories has left me with less time for games or reading novels, and I've been wondering if this has defeated my original intention. I originally just wanted to relax, but it's ended up leaving me with less time for entertainment. But then I think about it: if the story I wrote is my next life, then wouldn't my next life be cut short by myself? 23333.

And most of all, I'm worried about the money I spent on commissioning the work! What if it's gone like this? Wouldn't it be a waste of all the money I spent on the character design and cover design...

When I think of the above two points, every time I turn on my computer, I can’t help but want to type!

Well, well, enough of that rambling. I wonder if any of you readers have noticed that many parts of this story are much more interesting to read in Japanese, which is exactly the effect I was trying to achieve. Hmm—how should I put it? I really like the relaxed feel of Japanese light novels. Not that I'm a Japanese elitist, but I just think that with light novels, everyone should be into the ACGN world, right? If that's the case, then naturally you can think of words and expressions like "well," "in that case," "here," and "woooo" (I'm suddenly at a loss for words! = =). How do you say these words or expressions in Japanese? I hope this style of writing doesn't cause any trouble for you readers.

I'd also like to thank editor Tia for revising the plot, and Cai Miao_, who's drawing the characters and cover. Cai Miao_'s character drawings are truly amazing! Here are two sketches as a preview.

Finally, thank you all for your support, and see you in the next volume~ This chapter is a setting chapter and does not count towards the word count~

Short Story: Kmir's Warrior Soul

*In the early morning of September 10, 6185, at the Lord's Mansion in Ryan Town

Ever since the last battle in the forest, I've often wondered what would have happened if I had been dragged out of the fray instead of Miss Ella? What would have happened if the Griffin and the One God hadn't appeared?

This kind of thing would involuntarily appear before my eyes even in a dream.

“Ah——!”

They exchanged positions with the roaring silver wolf, and after both of them missed each other, they formed a circle and moved slowly, preparing for the next confrontation.

How many times had he fought the skinny silver wolf before him? Kemir felt his brain go numb, and his hand gripping the sword trembled continuously.

He gasped for breath, the scent of the forest rushing into his nostrils, but it did not relieve the burning sensation in his throat.

A minute ago, he was still a majestic warrior - now, the armor has been bitten to pieces, the metal at the turned joints is constantly restricting his movements, and blood is flowing from the shattered tiger's mouth, staining the hilt of the sword.

We've already used up most of our energy, right? Can this group of us really escape?

What's the difference between a soldier and a civilian? Kmir suddenly pondered this. When faced with a difficult situation that no one else can accept, even if most people would give up, only a soldier can't.

Even if one is abandoned by the gods of fate and the body is stretched beyond its limits, what is needed at this time is another realm? That is, tenacious spiritual strength.

Kmir began to laugh at himself, thinking about all kinds of boring things. But in this desperate situation, in this short moment of rest, when there was no choice but to fight, it was natural for him to think about such things, right?

Ever since he led his team into the forest, the atmosphere of the town had vanished. They could only rely on a map to navigate the sea of ​​trees. Beyond that, there were no other landmarks to indicate their location. Was he truly heading into the forest, rather than being misled by the monsters and wandering in circles? In a sea of ​​deep green trees where even his location was unclear, Kmir couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if he was truly moving forward.

Is this fight worth fighting for? Even if I try my best, even if I give my all to take down the silver wolf in front of me, can anyone in my group really break out of this encirclement of evolved silver wolves? Furthermore, can I really defeat this skinny silver wolf in front of me?

It's at times like these that experience is needed, right?

I had this experience when I was a soldier.

The silver wolf in front of him seemed to be waiting for him to finish resting, and had no intention of charging at him. The sound of fighting came from the other side of the woods - had he been separated from it unconsciously?

So, at this point, we should rely on experience to prepare, right?

He kept a close eye on the Silver Wolf, paying attention to its movements while removing and discarding any armor that was obstructing his movements. In such a high-intensity battle, anything would become an obstacle; even the weight of a short sword would become a burden.

His solid muscles were revealed beneath the armor, and he resumed the posture of holding the sword with both hands, feeling his strength gradually returning. He spread his legs and planted his feet firmly, raising the sword forward. As if in response to his own thoughts, the long sword made a clanging humming sound.

These beasts certainly don't understand the evil they are doing. They are only acting out of the instinct of survival. They don't consider how many people will die, nor do they care about the suffering of those implicated - all of this is taken for granted, and no monster or human can be blamed for this. This is just a way of survival for each other.

As it should be, even if I kill this monster, no one will blame me, blame me, or punish me, right? Just as monsters harm humans, killing monsters is also a human right.

Stop... Kill...

He took a deep breath and grinned in a reckless challenge.

“For now, I, no—for now, I’m still a warrior!”

A roar as if he was ready to die heroically sounded, and he obeyed his body's memory without thinking. This kind of thing, he could remember it no matter how much time had passed.

He took a step forward and slashed with his sword.

When I thought of this feeling, the experience that had solidified in my mind for a long time began to melt gradually like a sticky substance, and then this feeling slowly seeped into my body.

The silver wolf did not choose to jump away, but rushed forward and took the blow of the long sword with its head.

After being hit in the head, he didn't check the damage but continued to think about what to do next - this is understandable. Those who just breathed a sigh of relief after being hit will be the next corpse to be hit.

You can't stop moving. You have to think about the response methods you should choose in the next few steps after one action. Those who stop to think and don't look ahead will die first.

Adjust the angle - horizontal chop.

Empty.

Naturally, his physical strength and agility were not as strong as Silver Wolf's.

Then, we need to make up for it with wisdom.

"'Ring of Resistance'."

The hidden magic within the sword was activated—repelling anything that came close to the sword.

The longsword escaped his grasp and flew towards the other side of the bushes due to inertia. At the same time, the silver wolf, which had disappeared from sight, howled as it was knocked from the lower right, unbalanced, and sent flying to a distance of one step in front of him.

You cannot stop attacking just because you lose your weapon. Losing your weapon does not mean failure, but if you stop attacking, you will definitely die.

Sweat splashes into the eyes, the loss of blood makes the consciousness blurred, the opponent cannot be seen, and one has to attack the invisible opponent. This is the battlefield.

Facing an enemy stronger than you alone is not advantageous in any way. So, all you have to do is wait for your opponent to let down their guard and make a mistake.

He pulled out two daggers from under his boots on both sides. The palms holding the daggers began to sweat, but the dried blood left in his knuckles made his hands holding the daggers extremely steady.

The warrior soul was awakened. Kmir held the dagger in both hands and jumped forward to pounce on the silver wolf back of the puppet, which was still in an extremely unbalanced posture.

"boom--"

The sound of flesh touching the ground.

The silver wolf was knocked to the ground by Kmir.

The silver wolf's body was unbalanced to begin with, and he was frightened by the human's unconventional actions in hand-to-hand combat, so his reaction was unconsciously slow.

As he came to his senses, the Silver Wolf was about to forcefully roll Kmir over. The moment he tried to twist his body, Kmir fiercely thrust his two-handed daggers into the ground.

""fortress"."

The tip of the dagger merged with the ground. Kmir held the dagger tightly, and tied the Silver Wolf to the ground like a shackle.

“Ah!”

Suppressed by Kmir's body, the wolf's mouth was pressed into the mud by Kmir's body, and it was unable to open its mouth completely to tear the flesh. The anxiety caused by its body being unable to move made the silver wolf roar angrily. The opponent's weight, its own weight, the point of force, the support point and the force, there was no point that could be called a force point. It could neither slip out from under Kmir nor break free from Kmir's restraints, and could only struggle hard.

"Incredible, right? This is what a human being is like! This is why I'm better than you!"

The plan was successful. Kmir gritted his teeth and squeezed out all the strength to laugh.

His muscles were tense, and he seemed to be able to handle it well, but in fact, he was almost unable to withstand this strange force. It should be said that it was impossible for him to bear it. This was the tenacity of his spirit, and his soul as a warrior was burning.

He squeezed his flesh, squeezed out the strength hidden in the corners of his body, and pressed towards the silver wolf with all his strength, trying to use the contest of strength to crush the monster nailed to the ground.

On one side is a giant beast being tortured to death, and on the other side are tough chains.

The static deathmatch begins——