Hello, my name is ******. I’m on my way to the best job in the world. I live in Kyoto, and I love my life… or at least, that’s what you thought I would say. Well, you’re wrong. I hate my job. I only do it because I have no choice. I need the money for living expenses, which makes me hate my life even more. So, screw anyone who thought otherwise.
Okay, I’m really sorry about that. I was just angry at how sad and miserable my life is, and I kind of took it out on you. Let’s start again.
My name is ******. I live in modern-day Japan, I’m 22 years old, and I have no family, no friends, and obviously no girlfriend. The only things I love in my life are anime, manga, and novels. They’re the only things that keep me going, especially all that good isekai stuff.
My parents died when I was about eight, and to be honest, good riddance. They were abusive—my father would beat me for no reason, and my mother refused to breastfeed me. How do I know that? She told me herself. She said it was a waste of her time. What kind of mother says that to her hungry child? I rarely got food while my parents spent their time taking drugs and having sex in the living room—with different people, no less. They died in a car accident, leaving me with nothing, and I was actually happy. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but there it is.
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Afterwards, I was sent to a child care center. They didn’t treat me any better—always blaming me for others’ mistakes and complaining about feeding me. The other children bullied me constantly, but at least they gave me a basic education.
And now, here I am. I did what I could with my studies, and now I work at a supermarket. Yeah, a supermarket. I hate my life.
Anyway, there’s no point dwelling on that. What’s done is done. I should focus on now, like what I should eat tonight.
“LOOK OUT!”
“WATCH OUT!”
“MOVE!”
‘Huh? What are they shouting about?’
Oh… I was too busy thinking about dinner and walked into the middle of the road during a red light. Wait… is that Truck-kun? Looks like today’s my lucky day. Maybe anime wasn’t lying after all.
And just like that, my life in this world ended. I wasn’t sad or happy about it—I just wish, in my next life, someone would love me, and I could love them in return.