Epilogue

When I woke up, all I could see was straw. A thatched roof, maybe.

“A ceiling I don’t recognize,” I muttered.

It was a line I’d always wanted to say if I ever ended up in another world. I grinned to myself, then a sharp pain shot through me.

Right, I’d fought that hobgoblin and lost consciousness. Looks like I was saved somehow. I took a moment to calm down and check my situation.

All the mud had been washed off me, and I was lying completely naked on a rough wooden bed.

The wound where the hobgoblin bit me had something cool and minty pressed against it, wrapped neatly with a clean piece of cloth. Probably herbs and bandages.

I’d lost a lot of blood, but the bleeding had stopped completely. Either the person who treated me was skilled, or that herb was some kind of powerful otherworldly medicine.

At least I wasn’t going to bleed out. The fingers on my right hand, which had been bent the wrong way, were straightened and fixed to a small wooden splint with bandages.

My ribs were also bound with wood and cloth.

If they’d washed the mud off, that meant they had some sense of hygiene. There were clean cloth and proper treatment. The house was crude, but maybe this world’s level of civilization was higher than I thought.

Everything hurt, but I was alive. I could speak clearly, and I had no numbness in my limbs. My brain seemed fine too. After a small sigh of relief, I opened my status screen.

Before fighting the hobgoblin, I’d been level 10. So I went up two levels at once. Just how strong was that hobgoblin anyway?

I’m surprised I even managed to win. That was reckless. I’d better be more careful next time. My skill had changed too. Now it said “Karate” properly.

Maybe the gods got tired of mocking me, or maybe beating a tough enemy earned me a bit of recognition. Either way, it felt good.

Wait, there’s a new category. A title. Oh, did I get something like “Hero” or “Master of the Forest” for defeating a powerful foe? Let’s see.

“New species of goblin, my ass!”

Damn it, God, you’re messing with me again! And what’s with that title section, don’t pretend it was always there, you just added it!

Who are you calling a goblin? I’m as human as it gets!

So they’re still teasing me, huh. Unbelievable. That god really has a nasty personality. While I was mentally complaining about the divine harassment, I felt someone running this way.

“Mr. Goblin, Mr. Goblin! It’s terrible, are you awake? Mr. Goblin!”

“Who are you calling a goblin!”

“Listen, mister, I’m talking to you. Please, you have to escape right now!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I overheard the village chief and the others. While you were asleep, they said they’re going to kill you and take the hobgoblin’s materials for themselves.”

“…You’re serious?”

“I’m serious.”

This world’s villages are way too wild. As I thought that, I sensed a group approaching fast.

“Mr. Goblin, please, you have to run!”

The moment she said that, I bolted for the forest. For a second I thought about fighting back, but with my body torn up and that many opponents, there was no choice but to flee.

So much for civilization. In the end, I had no choice but to escape into the woods, completely naked.

My name is Yajin. A pitiful reincarnated man, cast naked into another world’s forest. It seems this world has no intention of letting me live a civilized life.

And so, once again, I spend my days surviving in the wilderness of this nameless world.