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I Must Create Every Monster Girl Myself Then!!!
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Or some psychic mind-probing doodad.
Chapter 50: Utarou Nishimura, 30, Japan
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Utarou blinked a few times, wondering if he was having one of his old stress dreams again.
He was standing just at the gate, metro card in hand, the morning rush of people getting to work and school were bustling as he stood still, wearing his full suit and uncomfortable shoes.
"Excuse me, is everything alright?" One of the station staff asked.
"Y-yeah." Utarou muttered, turning around and seeing the massive crowd of people trying to get through. He turned around and quickly left the station, finding himself back in Japan.
It was a sunny summer afternoon, the streets were busy and the cicadas chirping was deafening, even in the city.
Utarou grabbed his phone, it was May 25th, the morning after he died.
In that first year, during his initial depression, he'd thought heavily about what he'd give to be here today.
Now it was a waking nightmare.
"This can't be real…" Utarou muttered again, walking into a nearby convenience store. If it was a dream, or a memory, it was too perfect, every single thing was right.
He grabbed a pair of scissors and brought it to the counter.
"Will that be all today sir?" The cashier asked politely.
"Hey, do you think this is real?" Utarou asked suddenly as he took the scissors out of the package.
The cashier stepped back, Utarou didn't sound sane.
"Excuse me?" She asked nervously.
"Because if it is, then I'll be just fine." Utarou laughed, looking at the scissors, pausing and throwing a handful of notes onto the counter.
…
Utarou returned to his apartment, immediately putting his phone on silent after the first call from his boss, probably would've been him shouting demanding to know where he was.
It was the small shoddy 1k apartment he'd been living in since getting this job, stuffed to the brim with shelves of figures.
All monster girls, of course.
He kicked his shoes off and threw his newly bought pair of scissors onto his small kitchen counter.
"I didn't think I'd get to see these again…" Utarou mumbled, he'd dreamed about being able to indulge in the experience of his collection once more.
But something about it felt hollow now.
A figure of a slime girl could hardly compare to the real thing could it?
Perhaps the promise of a real lamia, a real cat girl and everything else, overwhelmed any feeling he could feel towards these mere pieces of plastic.
Utarou grabbed the scissors.
…
"And when did you start having these fantasies?" The doctor asked calmly.
"I told you, they were real. I died May 24th. Look! How could someone survive doing that stupid dance, I was basically asking to be burnt to death!" Utarou shouted, his left hand still heavily bandaged from last week.
"Mhm, I understand that stress can cause-"
"Look, I don't have to deal with this, I was Duke of Dracons! King Oldsman himself appointed me! I'm a Blessed Being! Perfect Immortality! The perfect isekai fantasy except for the lack of Monster Girls… But that's why I was sent there! That's what they need me for!" Utarou exclaimed, standing up in the psychiatrist's office.
"I see… Well I think I've heard enough. Utarou if you could-"
Utarou suddenly felt his heart drop, this was all feeling so real.
It was scarily real.
It was a nightmare.
He'd never be able to go back.
…
Utarou gasped as he had his hand pulled out by Aitkens.
"Woah woah! Sorry for keepin' ya in there so long, ye demonicness needed to be tested the most." Aitkens apologised as Utarou blinked back to life.
He was in Nugenesis, his hand was fine.
"What… was… that?" Utarou panted, pointing at the box that had shown him such a frightening vision.
Aitkens laughed and offered his hand to Utarou.
"Just a box filled with enough spice to take even a demon to another world, I apologise for all the mystery but demons fake everything, so the best way to test em is to confuse em with something like this. They react in bizarre ways instead of what ye did." Aitkens explained quietly.
"R-right… Just a vision then…" Utarou nodded, it had felt a lot more real than he would've liked.
All the while, Hope let out a sigh of relief.
"What?! What did you hear?" Penelope gasped, she knew Hope had superior senses.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Hope said, leaning back and relaxing once it became clear the dwarves truly meant them no harm.
"ALRIGHT! Who's next?" Aitkens shouted, keeping Utarou hidden behind the curtain.
He was standing just at the gate, metro card in hand, the morning rush of people getting to work and school were bustling as he stood still, wearing his full suit and uncomfortable shoes.
"Excuse me, is everything alright?" One of the station staff asked.
"Y-yeah." Utarou muttered, turning around and seeing the massive crowd of people trying to get through. He turned around and quickly left the station, finding himself back in Japan.
It was a sunny summer afternoon, the streets were busy and the cicadas chirping was deafening, even in the city.
Utarou grabbed his phone, it was May 25th, the morning after he died.
In that first year, during his initial depression, he'd thought heavily about what he'd give to be here today.
Now it was a waking nightmare.
"This can't be real…" Utarou muttered again, walking into a nearby convenience store. If it was a dream, or a memory, it was too perfect, every single thing was right.
He grabbed a pair of scissors and brought it to the counter.
"Will that be all today sir?" The cashier asked politely.
"Hey, do you think this is real?" Utarou asked suddenly as he took the scissors out of the package.
The cashier stepped back, Utarou didn't sound sane.
"Excuse me?" She asked nervously.
"Because if it is, then I'll be just fine." Utarou laughed, looking at the scissors, pausing and throwing a handful of notes onto the counter.
…
Utarou returned to his apartment, immediately putting his phone on silent after the first call from his boss, probably would've been him shouting demanding to know where he was.
It was the small shoddy 1k apartment he'd been living in since getting this job, stuffed to the brim with shelves of figures.
All monster girls, of course.
He kicked his shoes off and threw his newly bought pair of scissors onto his small kitchen counter.
"I didn't think I'd get to see these again…" Utarou mumbled, he'd dreamed about being able to indulge in the experience of his collection once more.
But something about it felt hollow now.
A figure of a slime girl could hardly compare to the real thing could it?
Perhaps the promise of a real lamia, a real cat girl and everything else, overwhelmed any feeling he could feel towards these mere pieces of plastic.
Utarou grabbed the scissors.
…
"And when did you start having these fantasies?" The doctor asked calmly.
"I told you, they were real. I died May 24th. Look! How could someone survive doing that stupid dance, I was basically asking to be burnt to death!" Utarou shouted, his left hand still heavily bandaged from last week.
"Mhm, I understand that stress can cause-"
"Look, I don't have to deal with this, I was Duke of Dracons! King Oldsman himself appointed me! I'm a Blessed Being! Perfect Immortality! The perfect isekai fantasy except for the lack of Monster Girls… But that's why I was sent there! That's what they need me for!" Utarou exclaimed, standing up in the psychiatrist's office.
"I see… Well I think I've heard enough. Utarou if you could-"
Utarou suddenly felt his heart drop, this was all feeling so real.
It was scarily real.
It was a nightmare.
He'd never be able to go back.
…
Utarou gasped as he had his hand pulled out by Aitkens.
"Woah woah! Sorry for keepin' ya in there so long, ye demonicness needed to be tested the most." Aitkens apologised as Utarou blinked back to life.
He was in Nugenesis, his hand was fine.
"What… was… that?" Utarou panted, pointing at the box that had shown him such a frightening vision.
Aitkens laughed and offered his hand to Utarou.
"Just a box filled with enough spice to take even a demon to another world, I apologise for all the mystery but demons fake everything, so the best way to test em is to confuse em with something like this. They react in bizarre ways instead of what ye did." Aitkens explained quietly.
"R-right… Just a vision then…" Utarou nodded, it had felt a lot more real than he would've liked.
All the while, Hope let out a sigh of relief.
"What?! What did you hear?" Penelope gasped, she knew Hope had superior senses.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Hope said, leaning back and relaxing once it became clear the dwarves truly meant them no harm.
"ALRIGHT! Who's next?" Aitkens shouted, keeping Utarou hidden behind the curtain.