Chapter 3 A week has passed, remembering the memories of the previous life. During that time, I asked my father and mother various questions. We asked for the name of the village we live in, the name of the country, and the history. They included what I already knew while I was alive as a nail, but I asked a question again to understand the situation. When I asked my father and mother for their names, I was worried that I might have hit my head and went crazy. By the way, my father is Doug and my mother is Murine. The name of the village where our family lives is Machikane Village. It's a village with a population of about 100, and it's a reasonable size for a village. It seems that the place surrounding the village with a stone barrier will be a town. After that, if there are shops or churches, it seems that it will be a town even if there is no stone barrier, and the standards are quite ambiguous, and if it looks like a town for the time being, it will be a town. Nor
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Chapter 2 For the time being, my dad told me to be quiet at home today. I was confused when I realized that I had an incredible experience of reincarnation, and I had a headache, so I decided to be honest and lie down on the bed. After a while, the confusion subsided, but I came up with some things I wanted to check, so I decided to think about it. Let's look back on the eight years of living as a nail in light of the memory of Keiichi Yamada. First and foremost, I'm not Japanese. Both father and mother clearly look like Westerners, and their names are in horizontal letters. Of course, I myself am the same, and I look like a cute child actor in Western movies. Blonde, blue-eyed and lovely face. I'm glad that I'll be able to get better in the future. No, wait. Let's expect it. Even though I was cute when I was a child actor, the actor who became an adult and felt disappointed is fine. Well, that's fine, but it's a language I've never h
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When I reincarnated in the game world, I was the son of a farmer Chapter 1 I dug the ground with a wooden shovel. He dug hard, sweaty and muddy, hoping that the answer to his question should be there. The child's body is weak and the speed of digging is slow, but after digging for a while, I felt that the scoop hit something different from the soil. Is it a stone or ... When I threw a shovel and dug the place where I felt a response with my bare hands, I could see the corners of something like a box. My body was very tired, but the moment I saw it, my expectations suddenly overflowed, and I forgot about my tiredness and started digging. And finally I dug it up. I picked up a box with a design like a treasure box, which was one size larger than my own hand and a child's hand, and opened the box thinking that it was smaller than I expected. Inside the treasure chest are two earrings with blue jewels about the size of a grain of rice. There was something as expected. &quo