Now, I’m a nice guy, don’t get me wrong but when the first thing I see after I wake up is a bored mass tentacles and flesh… I’m allowed a little indignation, right? So… backstory, typical high school student yada yada, you know the drill. I sure did with the sheer amount of isekai trash I consumed. Turned out I died, big surprise, now I have to follow the trope.

Or not? Hang on, this thing is telling me to be the villain, what a surprise, oh joy! 

*Greetings human, I am Nargladeshk and you have been brought to the earthling relocation program, we will be transferring you in 10 minutes*

*Hang on, who are you and what am I doing here!* I look to my right and see a young Asian man angrily shouting. Ah. Looks like I’m not the only one, well that is nice, actually where am I? I take a look around and my first impression is that of a dead-end job. Grey, lifeless desks with short walls surrounding them, gray chairs, 90s computers, crappy lighting, a never ending row of sad tentacly office workers. The smell hits me next. As if someone gathered all the sweaty gym locker clothes from lost football games and dumped them in the same room, then covered that pile in crappy coffee. I turn to my dead-end friend and ask him for details of the world I’m going to.

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*The world you’re going to is called fantasia occupied by all means of mag-*

*so it’s the standard template?* 

* I guess, now onto the rules, now remember not to violate these or we will mutilate your soul and body, and it will be, very painful. So t-*

*Why was I chosen? Was there some special criteria?*

* No, but the focus groups said to stop focusing on the Japanese and choose something else, so, the one criteria was not being Japanese, congrats, you passed* 

Mildly dissatisfied with the fact that I wasn’t special I agreed to being sent to…  Fantasia, but first I’ve got to listen to the rules.

*As follows of least to most important the rules of your contract are:

-No creating technology beyond the time.  -No abusing the status.                            -Remember that there are others like you and you’re not the chosen one.                -Don’t date the gods* 

As I patiently waited to the end of the short list of rules, something caught my metaphorical eye

*Status sheet?*

*The list of your attributes and skills, I’m not paid enough to give more exposition, so goodbye!*

And with that last little comment, I fell asleep, my mind fading to black.