Blessing from the Goddess and Transfer to Another World! ~No Thanks, I Don’t Need a Special Ability~

When I woke up, I was in a room I didn't know.

Wasn't I supposed to get hit by a truck? Could it be help, is it a hospital now?

Looking around, I immediately noticed my mistake. Room that's obviously not a hospital, room that's obviously not Japan, people that's obviously not Japanese.

Once sickly and reading a ton of books, I didn't need that much time until I understood what this situation was.

Oh, this is reincarnation.

Okay, I'll check my body. Hands,... small. Body,... small. Apparently I'm about a year old now. Come to think of it, make sure there is. Good, I'm not following. Sounds like the same as in previous life.

Next, look around. The house doesn't seem very wealthy, it's pretty lame. Parent-like people look bad on their fathers, but their mothers are pretty beautiful. I earnestly hope she looks like a mother.

From what I've seen, letters and languages are completely Japanese. I had a linguistic cheat and thought it was translated on its own, but that seems unlikely. When I heard my parents calling, I also found out that my name was Mio.

In the story, the reincarnator is largely the protagonist. Even the worst is included in the main character. And in many cases, you will get some cheat innate or acquired.

Simply put, I want cheats too. I don't often get to try this on boulders, but when I grow a little bit more, I'll try to see what my performance is.

I'm 3 years old. I can walk now, and I can talk normally. I could talk from the beginning as far as I can remember exactly, but I decided to start talking a little early so as not to be unnatural.

I also keep it to my family that I am a reincarnator. Naturally. In the worst case scenario, you won't be able to talk inadvertently because you may be here taking over the child's body.

My appearance was the same as that of a brunette and a previous life. He inherited dark hair from his father and dark eyes from his mother. Personally, it also seemed interesting to me that he looked completely different than he did in his previous life, but when he actually turned out to be a brunette, I remember him being horny. He's three years old, so I can't say for sure yet, but he doesn't look bad.

Well, I guess it's time to check on my cheats.

It's magic first. This world was a so-called fantasy world, and magic was natural. Well, my talent... No, I didn't know how to use magic. There seems to be some relevant books, but I couldn't show them to you. I thought I could use corner magic, but it's terrible to keep...

Next is physical ability. If you have martial arts or something in your previous life, you can apply it in this world and be strong. Naturally, I have no taste in martial arts. Even in that case, there are parts that I was expecting because it is possible that I was born with high physical abilities.

If you think calmly, you can tell, there was no way the body of a 3-year-old could move freely. In the story, the protagonists have been acting freely for quite a while, but it doesn't seem that easy in my case. Damn, my body is heavy. Or there's too much balance between the image of the head and the body that actually moves.

Well, when you're so far no-cheat, that's all you've got left. Its name is also Modern Knowledge Cheat. Using the superior technical skills and knowledge of modern Japan, it is meant to be made in different worlds. Fortunately, I am confident that I am familiar with a variety of knowledge, thanks to my deductive life in the name of sickness and weakness.

But here again, the problem was discovered. I don't have anything ahead of me. Knowledge and skill don't give you anything because you don't have anything. Selling knowledge alone doesn't make them deal with you because you're a child. Yeah, I can't believe I'm three years old and I'm just past impotent...

I'm 8 years old. I currently live with the help of a house. Because I am good at cooking due to my previous life's knowledge, I am able to be quite active. The appearance is growing well like a mother. More importantly, she's going to be more beautiful than her mother. I'm honestly happy with this. Because I'm more likely to be the hero.

The search for cheat abilities also resumed.

I've read and practiced a book about the use of magic that was in the village chief's house, but it didn't seem like magic could be used against me. Damn.

The same applies to physical abilities: at age 8, there was no physical difference from the surrounding children. I tried to see if there was any other pointy ability, but it was brilliantly wiped out. At last, it seemed like the only thing left was a modern knowledge cheat.

I've already decided on the first contemporary knowledge to show off. It's mayonnaise, because all of a sudden you can't make something noisy, it's relatively easy to make, and it doesn't seem like you have that much difficulty collecting ingredients. Of course, it's been confirmed that there's no mayonnaise in this world.

By the way, I'm not going to make a fortune out of this alone. I plan to teach you how to make it cheap. The first step is to help people understand that they are people who can make new things, like mayonnaise. Besides, I'm tired of making mayonnaise, so monopolies don't have the benefit of it.

The ingredients went through a lot of help and managed to collect them. It's fresh, of course.

Eggs, vinegar, oil. I'd really like to use other ingredients to season the flavor, but that seems difficult. The ingredients make it easy. I'm feeling the greatness of the convenience store again.

Well, I actually made mayonnaise. I took good care of it and tasted it because of the fear in terms of hygiene. Yeah, no problem with this.

The result of trying to distribute it to everyone in the city was..., a big day.

It quickly disappeared and became a day without mayo to cater to those seeking a replacement.

The result is that a few mayors have been born.

A few days later, I had been captured by guards.

Oh, why? What? How many people who were eating mayonnaise fell? Was it poison? No, that's not true. I thought you didn't use fresh ingredients. You ate too much. Didn't you protect your precautions? What, too many people have fallen to verify? No, check it out. Yes, what about your mother and father? Huh, escaped? Abandon me? Such an idiot.

Thus I was to be taken as a criminal slave. It would be too abrupt.

How did this happen? To those who taught mayonnaise making, I thoroughly included using fresh ingredients and not eating too much. Was there a lot of people who didn't protect it..., I don't know.

Was the mayonnaise really poisonous?... it could be. This is a different world. Not all modern knowledge works... It was far-fetched. Perhaps we should have verified it more closely. Not to mention a later festival...

Not yet, I'm fine. The protagonist can overcome some adversity. Fortunately, I don't look bad. Even if they were sold as slaves, they would soon have a buyer. From there is the battle. Still, it's early to give up.

It was two stories I heard in the carriage that smashed my hopes like that.

The first is that criminal slaves dealing with poison will never sell. I'm talking about a criminal slave who deals with poison that looks somewhat better, but seldom sells, and goes straight to the mine. Unwillingly, I'm supposed to be a criminal slave who handled poison. It may not sell as it is...

Second, this one was actually more lethal. It means that a ritual of summoning brave men will take place in the King's capital. In this world, the summons of the brave has also taken place in the past. At that time, many were Japanese students. How do you know? Because it seems like a brunette, dark-eyed teenager is what you're often called. So, what's the problem with a brave summons, … no matter what you think, you're the protagonist. It is at this point that I am quite unlikely to be the main character.

I'm the protagonist, so I can overcome adversity. My heart broke pounding in support of that. Right, was I a mob...

I became a slave trader. What I was thrown into was a dirty room, unwilling to sell no matter what I thought.

Before sending it to the mine, I might have felt like arranging it as a commodity for once or as much.

Bad environment for unsavory food. It was enough for a broken heart to rot. In response to the imminent death, the too sleepless day of fear ensued. If you don't sleep too long, you'll faint and force yourself to sleep.

Sometimes customers come. A fat aristocratic old man peeked at me during this time as well. Though he turned a nasty eye on me, he lost interest as soon as he heard about the poison from the store owner. A criminal slave who really deals with poison doesn't seem to sell.

By the way, slaves in this room are forbidden to sell. Naturally, most of the time it's not something that people can hear. But it's not exactly that I can't sell in. Because it's just said to be a ban on selling, and it's not an order to slave prints. That's why it's so hard to bother giving orders to all the slaves in this room. Of course, once the order is broken, from now on, it will be made an order to the slave imprint, and you will be inflicted with severe pain on the spot.

That means you can sell in only once since you were brought here, if you only say one word or two.

Of course I wouldn't do that. 'Cause it's impossible to convey an appeal point in one word enough to crack down on' Criminal Slavery Dealing with Poisons'.

It may be time to be sent to the mine. Looks like my life is coming to an end, too.

The next day I thought about that, one customer came to this room. At that moment I understood. That this man is the main character. He said I wasn't the heroine, I was a heroine candidate, or a subcharacter...

I guess this guy is a brave guy, that he showed up at this time with the same dark hair, black eyes, student clothes-like outfits, and the creation of a Japanese face.

Think. The only way I'll survive is if this guy buys me.

Think. One word or two to get this guy interested.

Think. Give this guy an appeal point he can sell into.

First of all, this tone doesn't work. I don't adore it. Whatever the heroine is, she's a heroine candidate and doesn't have this tone. Change it. On an unconscious level. You can't go back to your original tone again. All right, that's good.

Next is the appeal point. This must have been a shame for me. In any case, being the same Japanese and reincarnated person is an appeal point in itself. He didn't really tell anyone else or anything, but it's not a situation where you can say that.

But what shall I tell you... "I'm a reincarnator"..., you can't. Maybe it won't tell... Well, maybe I should say something that only the Japanese know...

All right, if you decide to...

"Please! Buy me! Brother about a high school student!

High school students. That's not a concept in this world. This would interest your brother, wouldn't it?

"Store owner, what did that girl do? Seems like there's no flaw from what I've seen, and is he a criminal slave?

The store owner answers your brother's questions. Good. That clears the first stage.

"Yes, this daughter was extradited by the village as a criminal slave for the crime of poisoning the food. I'm a slave who can cook, but I couldn't introduce you as a cook to something that was just caught in poison."

Wow. So cooking is what this is all about? I'm confident. I'm confident. Being here and dealing with poison became a problem in the worst possible way.

Oh, I think your brother's losing interest. It sucks. It sucks. I have to somehow interest your brother. But how? What's there to sell to me now? No, what should I do? But I have to say something here. I'm really going to the mine. I don't want to.

"Wait! I didn't mean it! Me..."

"No selling here. Stay with me!

Slave traders inflict severe pain with their slave marks. Ouch. Blurred voice.

"The mayonnaise... what... I didn't know... of"

I managed to come up with words that made sense. But it hasn't been any appeal. I can't believe I could only say this, I guess I was a mob.

"Store owner, let her talk."

Why? Why did Wang Chang come in?

"Are you sure?

Stupid shopkeeper, don't. Don't say anything extra. Whoa, tone.

Store owner. Please stop. Don't say anything extra to your brother.

"Oh, I don't mind"

"Okay."

The shopkeeper lifted the restraint caused by the slave print. I turn my eyes to your brother with my breath out.

"Ha, ha,... okay?

"Oh, one more detail, please"

I don't know what triggered this, but we talked about mayonnaise because it looks like we have another chance. I decided not to talk about the reincarnator. No, I don't mind talking about it at all, but what your brother was asking for was like a story about mayonnaise...

If I don't take advantage of this chance, I'll really die in the mine as a mob. I want you to buy it at all costs.

"Please. Buy me. If it stays like this, it's a mine feed. I'll do anything. I listen to everything you say. I'll cook. I'll take care of you, too. So, so..."

After a desperate plea, I managed to get them to buy it. Somehow they had also bought a scratchy Beastman girl together.

After finishing the contract and listening to your husband at the inn, it proved that this man was right about being the protagonist. This guy is a real cheat. Definitely the protagonist.

This world is too harsh against Mob. The only way for me to live in this world is to be a heroine. There are many girls around your husband, so even Harlem personnel are fine. But I want to be the main heroine if possible.

I don't like mobs anymore.