I Was Reincarnated as the Weakest Monster, but I’ll Use My ‘Return from Death’ Skill to Become the Strongest! Even as the Weakest Monster, I Want to Get Stronger, Take Human Form, and Build a Harem… But Why Do Only Yandere Non-Human Girls Keep Showing Up? - Chapter 2.5

Embedded within the trunks of the trees, the houses had amber-hued windows that shimmered softly under the sunlight, and elegant arching doors entwined with ivy. Surrounding them, various plants thrived, releasing a faint fragrance whenever the wind passed through.

As dawn broke, the village awakened quietly. Birds chirped in the sky, harmonizing with the gentle murmur of the stream, while the elves slowly began their morning routines. A silver-haired woman, her hair cascading over her shoulders, could be seen carrying bundles of medicinal herbs as she made her way to the market. Behind her, children leaped between the trees, practicing their archery. Their laughter occasionally rode the breeze, disappearing into the depths of the forest.

In the distance, beneath the shade of an ancient tree, an elderly elf plucked the strings of a harp. His melody blended seamlessly with the tranquil atmosphere, wrapping the villagers in a soothing embrace. Beside him, a younger elf meticulously carved new arrows, listening intently to the wisdom passed down from his elders. This inheritance of knowledge and skill was the foundation of the village’s enduring harmony.

Thus, another day began in the elf village. Their way of life, intertwined with nature, carried an ethereal beauty yet exuded a comforting warmth.

“…Well, I suppose this will do.”

After defeating a mole-like creature and returning to the home of the elf who had taken me in, I set down my pen, pausing my writing in a small notebook.

The pages before me were filled with descriptions of the elf village, accompanied by illustrations I had drawn.

“It’s not actually morning right now, though.”

Despite writing about the morning, the current time was evening.

It wasn’t morning at all… but that didn’t really matter. The morning scenery had been the most breathtaking, after all.

“…I should probably write about the spiderweb scene as well.”

Turning the page to a fresh sheet, I began writing again.

This time, I recorded the sight of the burning forest, followed by the eerie spectacle of the spiderwebs.

“Since I’ve come to another world, I might as well make the most of it.”

I hadn’t planned to document everything I saw—it just happened.

But since I had been transported to this world, I had the opportunity to witness sights unique to it.

So, wouldn’t it be interesting to record them and look back later?

After all, in my previous life, I had written and posted stories on Kakuyomu. I was somewhat accustomed to writing.

“Alright, finished.”

After completing my entries, I closed the notebook.

“Someday, it’d be nice if I could fill this entire thing. Maybe even leave behind something that becomes a part of history.”

If this notebook could one day serve as a record, much like Marco Polo’s The Travels of Marco Polo, capturing my journey through different lands of this world, I’d be delighted.

To have my writing preserved for future generations—what could be more gratifying for a writer?

…Though, I wasn’t really a writer. I had never even published an actual book. I was just an ordinary person who enjoyed writing.

“Well, first, I need to fill it up before I start thinking about that.”

My main goal was to grow stronger and survive.

But alongside that, traveling the world and recording my experiences… that might be enjoyable too.

“Of course, I need to become human first.”

As things stood, I couldn’t exactly hold a notebook or a pen in my current form.

Until I could transform into a human, I’d probably be stuck here in the elf village for a while.

“Reel.”

Just as I tucked the notebook away and stretched out on the bed, lost in thought, an elf girl entered the house.

“Shall we go shopping?”

Without waiting for my answer, she scooped me up and headed outside.

“…Ughhh.”

I had planned to take a nap and rest up for the night, but so much for that.

“What should we have for dinner tonight?”

As I pondered this, cradled in her arms, I made sure to behave myself.

After all, she had been taking care of me.

It wouldn’t do to struggle and accidentally hurt her.

“Oh, Ren! Is that the cat you mentioned?”

“Yes! Isn’t he adorable?”

“A bit on the smug side, but I’ll admit, he’s a cute one.”

“Oh! That’s the cat you’re keeping?”

“…A nekomata?”

“Ren’s cat, huh? Let me see!”

The moment we stepped into the bustling village streets, the elf girl—apparently named Ren—was immediately surrounded by curious villagers.

“Go ahead! Take a look at my beloved cat!”

It seemed Ren was quite popular in the village.

Now that I thought about it, this was my first time accompanying her into town.

“…”

Wait—so her name was Ren?

I had been living with her all this time and never even knew her name.

As I curled up in her arms, processing this realization, a distant, bone-chilling sound reached my ears.

“──GAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!”

Somewhere, from the depths of the forest, the roar of a monster reverberated through the air.