A Peaceful Life in the Forest

A few months later.

A peaceful life in the forest.

Draisine bicycles, propelled by kicking against the ground, had become a common sight in the city, but my life hadn't changed.

Shangri-La had mountains of videos and e-books, so I never ran out of ways to kill time.

On top of that, new releases kept being added one after another. What kind of system was this?

What I was doing hadn't changed at all from when I lived in the countryside of my original world and got by on online shopping.

If I couldn't communicate in the language here or Shangri-La didn't exist, I probably would have felt homesick for my original world and wanted to go back, but I didn't feel that way in the slightest.

I still occasionally opened my stall, but I hadn't visited the Marlowe Trading Company in some time.

Marlow-san seemed busy selling well pumps and bicycles, too.

My walks through the forest had also become more productive, thanks to the good items I bought from the old man at the tool shop...