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Dear Mr. Diary,

I died and became a tailor.

If you understood and knew as to what you're currently reading, then you must be from my world.

I don't recall much of that place, but the cars, flushable toilet, oily food, air conditioner... really wouldn't flow out my brain. Even with the amount of years passed.

The reason of my death on that world was sad. Since I was bedridden in the hospital with no family, I was left to die from the meteor strike.

I remember this because my priority was to keep countless papers that contain the info of my previous life.

Enough about that, I need to inform you about my short boring journey.

I didn't become anyone extraordinary but at least... someone who impacted this world's clothing sense.

The first time I went here, all I could see were robes, tattered clothing, farmer's usual, no tops occasionaly, and many more beggar like states. Only the rich had decent clothing.

Since my profession before was that of someone that makes clothing... I decided to go with it.

At the start, I had no ways of communicating with anyone. But eventually I got the hang of their Krehorian language. An odd one I can say. I didn't bother with the other countries ones until my success later on.

No one was with me, and I knew no one. It was a sad start.

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But thinking back at it, I would like to correct it into a 'slow start'.

After adventuring through out some of the lands, going across multiple jungles, running for my life, complaining about the abnormal width of the rivers here, and finding my little spider friend. I finally settled down on a remote village owned by a noble.

Started making clothes for men with the help of my spider friend.

Somehow it grew to the point of women asking for clothing too.

Eventually the noble became my regular visitor who would pay me to create unique clothings.

Slowly but steadily it turned to a large production esqe factory.

Supplying my previous world's modern clothing around and also far away.

Married a woman who was my first assistant.

A timid woman with a lovely appearance.

There came a nightly activity with my wife... that I decided to plan out some perverted ideas.

Creating stalkings, garterbelt, pantyhose, you name it.

I didn't know what came to myself but I till now I don't regret it. My wife is love with any of them hah.

Though it spreaded far and wide. Some of my friends even donated money in respect to what I shared.

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I always ask myself, did I make the right choice?

There were times when I wondered if I used my previous knowledge to introduce modern arsenal. Luckily I was not a complete idiot and did so. I like how the world is. Aside from the constant miniature war with the nearby countries. But I can't exactly feel made, as I profit of them.

Though I did some adjustments... especially the toilet conditions.

Believe me, you don't want to see as to how their toilets looked like. They even rarely had one in the first place.

So I did like any person of my previous would. I developed an entire system for it. Just so I can be at ease. I have to give thanks to the beast which nourishes itself with the waste of us humans.

You know, I felt like I affected the world in a gentle but pleasant way.

When I take a walk in the village where I retired, I could see majority of the people wearing the clothes that I produced. Such a satisfaction couldn't be described.

I had many cute children, and watched as they grew up.

Twas a beautiful life.