I came to my senses, lying on my back and gazing up at the sky. The clouds floated gently by, and I could hear birds chirping in the distance.

I clambered to my feet, noticing that my body didn't hurt at all. As I surveyed my surroundings, I saw grassy plains stretching endlessly around me. In the distance, there was a large tree, and next to it, what seemed to be a dirt road. Yes, it was definitely just dirt, but it was a road nonetheless.

There was no mistaking it—I was in another world.

Suddenly, I felt something buzzing in my pocket. I checked it and found a weird rectangular box. It was displaying a name with two buttons: one green and one red. Unsure of what to do, I clicked the green button.

Suddenly, I heard Marin's voice from the device.

"Hello? Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me?"

I stammered, "Y-yes, I can hear you... but how?"

"Is this a smartphone?" I asked her.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Marin asked.

"I don’t know, but I just... knew somehow."

"so why are you calling me now?" I asked, growing nervous.

"Well, I have bad news and good news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Marin smiled weirdly, making me uneasy. "Uh... start with the bad news. At least I'll have the good news to look forward to," I replied.

"Alright then. The bad news is... I messed up your teleportation location and accidentally sent you to a very dangerous world. The chances of your survival are about 0.01% given if you had your previous abilities."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" I screamed. "First, you killed me in my original world, and now you're telling me I'm going to die again in this one?!"

"No need to freak out," Marin said in a calm, almost dismissive tone.

"WHAT'S THE GOOD NEWS?! LET ME HEAR IT, AND I'LL DECIDE IF IT'S ACTUALLY GOOD!"

"Alright, alright! The good news is... I accidentally used divine materials to create your new body. So, technically, you're kind of a god now."

Wait... did I hear that correctly? God? What is this god business? I didn't sign up to become a god!

"And why does this sound familiar to me? Oh, I see—it's ripped from In Another World with My Smartphone."

"And what’s that?" Marin asked, sounding confused.

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"That’s a good question... What is that? And why did I say that?"

Anyway Marin continued, "That means you're now the most powerful being in this world. Your chance of dying is basically 0.01%, as long as you don't screw up."

I was both relieved and furious. "Then why did you say earlier that my chances of survival were 0.01%?"

"....."

Marin pretended not to hear me.

"Oh, I see—it’s the author’s shitty writing then," I muttered.

"DON'T IGNORE ME, YOU STUPID GODDESS!" I yelled.

Before I could continue berating her, a huge—no, gigantic—dragon appeared in the sky behind me. Its eyes burned with anger. In an instant, my fury at the goddess evaporated.

"Hey, you stupid goddess, HELP ME! This is your fault!" I screamed.

Marin stayed silent. The dragon opened its massive mouth, preparing to attack.

"Marin, please help me! I'm sorry! I'll never call you stupid again!" I begged desperately.

"Did you forget what I said just now?" Marin replied. "You're a god now. That dragon is nothing to you."

Nothing? This enormous dragon? Could I actually defeat it?

The dragon unleashed a torrent of flames in my direction. I barely dodged two attacks, but the third one hit me directly. I braced myself for death, but...

"Wait, what? I don't feel a thing. Is this even possible?"

Marin giggled. "I told you already—dragons are nothing compared to gods. Anyway, I'm a busy goddess, so I'm hanging up now. Bye!"

"Wait, wait, wait! What about the dragon?!" I shouted.

A beep signaled the end of the call. She'd hung up.

"You stupid goddess! At least tell me what I'm supposed to do!"

The smartphone buzzed once again. I hurriedly picked it up and said desperately, “Tell me, what am I supposed to do? Kick? Punch? Use magic? Say something!”

“Just punch the dragon, stupid. Anyway, who is this ‘author’ you keep mentioning? A friend of yours?” Marin asked curiously.

“That’s why you called me back?” I asked angrily.

“Yes! Who is it? I’m supposed to be a god, but why don’t I know anything about this ‘author’ fellow?”

I pretended not to hear her, pressed the red button, and ended the call.

The smartphone rang once again, but I ignored it. Suddenly, a voice rang out from it. “Hey! Don’t ignore my call! And don’t hang up on me! I’m asking you something! I’m a god—show some respect, will ya?”

“I don’t know who this ‘author’ is or why I keep saying that!” I snapped.

“Tell me, you liar, or I’ll never talk to you again!”

Frustrated, I hung up the phone once more. I had more important things to deal with—like the dragon in front of me.

The dragon continued its relentless assault, even as I argued with Marin. Despite the attacks, I didn’t feel even the slightest scratch. so Remembering Marin’s advice, I decided to fight back. Nothing fancy—I just planned to punch it.

"This probably won't do anything... but let's see."

I ran toward the dragon and punched it with all my strength. At first, it looked like nothing had happened, but then the dragon began to collapse.

In disbelief, I watched the massive creature crumble to the ground. Word of my "feat" spread like wildfire, and soon, rumors circulated about the adventurer who single-handedly defeated a dragon.

I became more popular by the day.

One day, while sitting in a café, a girl suddenly ran up to me and said, "Will you marry me, great adventurer?"

Wait, wait! Everything is happening too fast! I think the author has a screw loose in his head. He’s not even giving me a chance to live my comfy life. He’s skipping all the good parts—I don’t know why, but it feels like a trap.

I shouldn’t fall for his trickery. Yeah, who cares about all that? Let’s just focus on what’s in front of me.

So, I said, “Yes.”

As we leaned in for a kiss, something bizarre happened. The girl's head slowly transformed into a goat's head.

"What the heck?! Where am I?! Why does my wife have a goat's head?!"

I looked around, realizing the truth.

It had all been a daydream.

"YOU STUPID GODDESS!" I screamed, though this time, Marin wasn’t the one to blame. It was the author’s fault—he’s the one calling all the shots. But there’s nothing I can do about it.

To Be Continued.......