It was supposed to be another story of a boy who dies on Earth under unfortunate circumstances. Summoned by the goddess of another world, granted exceptional powers, tasked with defeating the Demon King. A story of magic and fantasy, dwarves and elves, swords and blood, lovely allies and terrible foes. Monsters and men, heroes and villains, a tale told countless times. But there is a blip. An anomaly. A boy who is neither hero nor villain, neither sidekick nor mentor, but someone with no role at all. He wasn’t reincarnated. He wasn’t summoned. He just let himself in, a manaless man in a world of magic. Equipped with the knowledge that this world is nothing more than a [Story]. It’s just that he doesn’t want the story to be about him. He doesn’t want to meet the [Characters]. They’re just puppets on strings, dancing to the tune of another. But then he meets someone who is just as equally as lost as he is. Abandoned, abused, and all alone. She should just be another puppet, another doll, but here she is, clinging onto life. Despite having lost everything, she doesn’t want to let go just yet. Something in his heart twists. He extends his hand, she takes it, and suddenly, the story begins. Suddenly, there’s something that matters. This dream of a world may be more real than he thought. Maybe these puppets of people are more valuable than the strings that control them. But that remains to be seen.