《"I woke up in...uh, am I a Murci ?!"》Chapter 27
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Erika
Who would have thought that antisocial bitch would die.
I never saw her and never wanted to talk to my sister, she seemed like a weirdo to me.
Stella was always like that.
What's more, she never talked to her parents, she always spent her time in her room, locked up playing and who knows what else she did.
She never cared about us and I never cared about her, after all she never showed me any affection.
I think she hated me for having hogged all the attention of father and mother.
Although whenever she came home from school all hurt and beaten up, father and mother were very concerned and would ask her to know what was wrong with her, but she would say things like "Stay out of it" and "What do you care."
Since she started coming in that state from school, mother and father started to worry a lot about Stella, but she always sought to be oblivious to us.
For those reasons I never cared for her.
I never loved her.
Just seeing her behave that way made me angry.
I came to hate her for not treating me like her sister and for sometimes making her mother and father suffer.
However, I am seeing something strange and it seems like a miracle.
I don't know why I can see her.
She is waving from one of the second floor windows.
I can't stop crying.
I don't know why I feel this way.
It hurts my heart with suffering to see her smiling as she waves at me.
I regret not being able to get along with my sister.
I hate her, but she is my sister and I can't not love her.
Because you had to die!!!!!
Why did you go on that trip if you were so antisocial!!!!!
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You who never leave the house, why did you go on that trip that day?
I feel so bad that I can't stop crying.
I wish we had known each other more.
My heart hurts so much for not having been able to spend more time with my sister, I'm seeing my sister's ghost greeting me with a smile at the time of her funeral.
It's all so sudden...
I'm hearing someone else crying.
Could it be the mother of one of the dead students?
She is my mother!!!
He is also a father!!!
They are both crying.
What is the reason for their crying?
Don't tell me!!!
They look to the same side as I did a few seconds ago.
"ERIKA!!!"
Again I look to where I saw my sister's ghost.
I can't believe it, I'm not the only one who sees her.
So that means it's real.
Now I cry a lot more.
That's my sister!!!!!
Mother and father are in the same state as me, they can't believe it. Their faces say it all.
Huh?!!!
Wait!!!
Don't go sister.
She stopped waving at us and stuck her head inside the course.
I have to go!
I have to go!
Without realizing I ran out unconsciously.
I left mother and father at the entrance.
I want to talk to my sister!
I don't ask for much, I just ask for seconds.
I had so much time to talk to her and I never took advantage of it.
I'm running and I can't stop.
I run while unintentionally pushing the people in front of me.
"I'm sorry."
I say for those people I just pushed.
I can't stop crying.
It's the first time I feel like this.
I have to get to my sister's course fast!
....
The door!
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After a lot of running I finally made it to the second floor.
Is she behind these doors?
I want to believe so.
She must be there.
My father and mother saw her, I saw her too. This can't be just a coincidence.
I open the doors with force.
"Sister!"
I shout with a tear-filled smile.
"There's no one."
"Why isn't Stella here!"
I'm sure I saw her, I'm sure.....
I fall to my knees on the floor.
"I wanted to talk to her as a little sister for the first time..."
"I didn't make it in time..."
"I wanted to see her one last time..."
So the girl continued to scream for her sister.
She kept on crying and snotting.
She was full of sadness and regret.
Humans don't take advantage of the little time they have, it's normal, they don't have long lives and not all those short lives are abundant.
If they are not able to take advantage of every tiny second of their lives they will regret it later.
This girl may or may not have learned something from what happened.
Well, that will be something the girl will have to face in time.
Just as humans possess short lives, they are also impossible to guess.
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Murci'
...Ahhahahahhaha...
I feel very hungry and thirsty.
"I'm dying!."
What happened?
I was in my world and was able to get to see my family, but after talking to that annoying woman I fell to the ground passed out and from one second to the next I got sleepy to the point where I couldn't keep my eyes closed.
Lately I don't understand anything that's going on.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
Oh, I seem to have returned to the body of the Murci'.
"Shut up Eliz! You're breaking my eardrum."
She apologizes, but the truth is that she already ruptured my eardrum with her screaming.
Uh, I'm sleepy again.
I'd better open my eyes and wake up.
From what I feel, I'm in a comfortable, cuddly place.
I lift my upper body and stretch out my arms as I let out a quick yawn.
I open my eyes.
I look down at my hands.
"So I leveled up and fully regenerated... Nice!.".
"Wait!!!"
"I'm alive, alive!!!!!"
"Alive?"
Aren't I supposed to have died because of that spider?
I shouldn't be alive and kicking, I should be dead.
This is weird.
"What happened while I was sleeping, Eliz."
She sounds worried and doubtful.
"Well...Master, you'd better see for yourself, just don't panic."
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