Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Volition?

An indestructible will, which is what most so-called traversers possess, seems ridiculous when some otaku sitting at home all the time in front of a computer and playing some games can have a will. 

A will that cannot be crushed even under painful loss and torture. I think since I subjectively confirmed the possibility of going to another world, it can be too.

But I am sure that I don't have the will to resist what is happening in front of my eyes. What most people do when faced with pain. It is clear that pain relief is the easiest and most effective way. 

This is natural since normal people do not want to feel pain, the end of the infernal pain is either insanity or dispersion and suicide.

Fortunately, the headache piercing through my brain went away after I opened my eyes. But again, those very images made my heart beat faster and I started to feel nauseous again. I took a shrimp pose and wrapped my arms around my head and began to think about what could calm me down.

The answer came of its own accord, soothing pills, in my past life I had no such problems. But I had used these pills to calm myself before exams.

Going through Hart's memory, well now mine has been discovered that I have only had good luck with a few pills.

They are in the closet in the bathroom, I can beat the nausea. It's not a headache, during which you feel like the world doesn't exist and you don't even want to move.

With the help of my newfound memory, I closed my eyes to the touch and finally got to the bathroom and swallowed 2 at once.

After waiting a few minutes the medicine had taken effect, I panted to open my eyes.

{Lekon - approximate lethal dose = 13 pills}

Yes the first thing that caught my eye was a container of sedative pills. And as a result, my brain flashed with information on how to kill someone.

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Well, that's a lot less colorful than what I'd seen before. And then I was faced with a new problem. 

There were only three pills, and now there was only one left. The solution is simple, and I don't know what the execution will be. I have to go down the street and buy some. But the fact that I don't want to look around is a fact, and this is not an apartment to navigate by memory.

I tried to look around, and again began to get a more colorful idea of how to scythe life with simple objects.

But it was probably because of the medication, I was able to contain the shivering and nausea. After making sure, without thinking long, I took the money left by the owner of this body, put on a t-shirt with a soaker and walked out the door holding my head down and looking at the ground.

Slowly going down the stairs, I began to remember the nearby pharmacy. Thereby organizing new memories.

{ Middle height of stairs between floors - if pushed hard upper body has 89% chance of death }

Turns out Hart and I are very much alike, both orphans, both don't like to socialize and like to play all the time. The only difference is age, I'm 6 years older than him, though maybe age doesn't matter much either. 

Just a little bit more of an upbringing in life and that's about it.

As I was coming down, I heard footsteps. Unconsciously I looked at the man raising the top, and then a lot of pictures appeared in front of my eyes, which made me feel nauseous again.

{ Middle-aged man, slightly limp = grassy legs, when hit you can immobilize ......

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