Chapter 1 (1/2)

The red thread suddenly appeared one day. I was on my way out after being diagnosed with a severe eye disease that I had suffered for a week.

“Now you can live a normal life.”

At the doctor’s words, I excitedly exited the eye clinic. I had several library books on my side.

When doctors told me to stay away from electronic devices to avoid eye strain, I was stuck in the house and read only paper books that my sister lent me.

Now we’re free to do this analog sensibility!

By far the most interesting novel I read was [Red Thread].

“……uh?”

I was looking down at the novels I had read, and I suddenly saw something long on my wrist. A red thread that is bright and red, but emits a dull glow, not as polished as wool.

Did I read the book too impressively?

For the time being, I rubbed my eyes, forgetting what the doctor told me to watch out for my eyes, but the bright red thread on my wrist remained.

What is this?

While walking, I reached out into the air without even knowing.

Tsk, it’s useless. It passes through like a laser light from a beam projector, so it cannot be caught.

Momentarily, there was a chill, and my hand was struggling and eagerly followed the red thread.

The red thread ran across the pedestrian crossing, through the alleys, and to the boulevard. If it had been cut off in the air, I would not have followed so hard.

And as soon as I turned the corner of an alley.

“I got you-”

Daah ahhh! I fell under the manhole cover without seeing the sign that it was under construction, and I lost my mind.

When I woke up, I had been rescued by a Cherkopia priest with a “minor” injury in which only my leg was broken.

And the moment I saw the red thread running all over his body, I realized.

A world where red threads are all over, regardless of age or sex, and beasts.

I did. I fell into the [Red Thread] book I was reading.

Red thread. In this harem novel, also known as the flag of death, only the female lead, Saintess Lucia can see this ‘red thread’.

But, whether it’s unfortunate or fortunate, I didn’t possess the heroine.

“Next -”

At the sound of this, a huge half-horse monster strode into the temple.

I can see a fairly thick red thread embedded in the heart. In addition, the entire left arm is embedded like a hedgehog. It couldn’t be this far as bruises or abrasions, so it was obvious that they were poisoned or cursed.

“I was hit by a poison frog monster. If I leave it, I have to cut off my left arm, but I came here because the priest said that it was useful.”

Not surprisingly, the Centaur monster, whose lower body was a horse, said, drooping his ears. It’s a half-resigned look.

They take pride in their strong arms and mainly use bows and spears, had no difference in their arms as their life. Probably, cutting off an arm would result in death.

“Lie down here.”

The patient, who sat down with all four legs neatly gathered, gave up his rotting black arm, as if he had given up.

“Take a deep breath.”

I raised his hand and swept the red thread stuck in it. As soon as the tightly embedded threads touch my hand, they fall off like noodles and disappear.

Of course, it will only look like that to my own eyes, and to the Centaur’s eyes, the rotting arms will appear to be regenerating.

The same pain has been transmitted to my left arm, throbbing, terrifyingly for the red thread to be absorbed into my body. The treatment is over.

“Oh my god! The rumor was true! Human Priest!”

Thank you very much! As I looked at the Centaur, who were bowing its heads over and over again with great joy, I wiped off the sweat with pride.

It has been 5 years since I fell here. As you can see, I was adjusting very well.

As I sighed in half of pride and half of dismay, the Cherkopia priest, who was cleaning up medical equipment behind me, asked anxiously.