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My name is Sato Kazuma, and I’m a bit of a shut in.
I don’t particularly like talking to my family, My friends list is practically nonexistent, and I’ve stopped bothering going to school.
I’d like to think that I’m fairly smart, intelligent even, but being smart doesn’t really mean anything when I don’t care enough to do anything with it besides gaming.
My sleep schedule doesn’t exist, I’m tired all the time, and right now I haven’t slept in actual days. A game I want is coming out in a couple of hours and I’ve been playing similar titles non stop to get myself hyped up. Dozens of energy drinks have been chugged and I’m starting to run on empty.
You might be wondering why I live the way I do. With my average looks and above average brains, you’d think I could be successful in anything I wanted to be. Well here’s the thing about could be’s.
They’re usually better universes where brains do what you want them to.
I get pushed around, girls don’t really like me, guys don’t really want to hang out or be friends with me, and I don’t really care what I do in the future. I can see it now. A lifetime of regrets and being the butt of the joke.
My parents paid a pretty penny for this Highschool, and here I was barely bothering with it.
I cried a little bit, over the whole being a disappointment thing, but the problem with facing a problem and not doing anything about it is the fact that you become numb to it. It’s somewhat similar to how soldiers stop feeling anything about what they see in war until long after they leave.
My skin is pale, my eyes are bloodshot and purple, and I couldn’t care less about anything outside of my game. There’s a lesson in all of this, if I cared to find it. I acknowledge my problems, I see my flaws, but for all that I see there’s all that I can’t do about it, for I have lost my ability to care. How quaint.
Glancing at a clock shows time passing, with hours passing me every time my eyes pass over its digital screen. The game is set to be on shelves in an hour and I’ve got nothing else to do besides go out into the sun and buy it. I’ve got a bit of cash on me, from some small time gambling I’ve done. Luck has always been something I curse and bless at every opportunity, since I could never really understand why I’m so good at taking chances.
For every high, there is always an equal low, and I think I’ve come to learn to predict these outcomes quite a bit. So long as I keep my gambles low, my chances of bad and unfortunate luck will be equally low.
I just wish someone told me that I’ve been gambling with my luck and health these past few days.
The sun is bright and up high in the sky, and it makes leaving my apartment just a tiny bit more painful. My head is pounding and my chest hurts a bit, but considering that I’ve been up for three days and have drank my fair share of energy drinks, it makes total sense.
The walk over is uneventful and boring, but it’s a Sunday and mid afternoon. Everyone would rather be inside than out, but that just means that there shouldn’t be too many people at the game shop to interact with. I thought ahead of everyone and made sure to pre-order the game, which means I’ll have the fast track in getting it anyways.
Getting In and out was simple enough, and I made sure to keep the human contact to an absolute minimum. Talking makes me nervous and anxious and I don’t really feel like feeling these kinds of emotions.
Ya get me?
But yeah. Walking down the street, I had to rub my eyes a bunch because they were really starting to sting like crazy. My eyelids feel heavy and I struggle to keep them open. In my hazed stupor, I noticed a girl from my class. Madoka was her name. We used to be best friends, back when we were kids in middle school, before popularity and puberty and being mean became the norm, and we separated.
I still miss that friendship, and hanging out with her. It would destroy her reputation if I said any of the things I knew she liked, but I never did, even if she didn’t offer the same courtesy to me. She has a future ahead of herself, one that doesn’t involve me in it. She’s her own woman, she can do what she likes, the friggin shotacon.
And then I noticed the truck, and everything went dark.
I awake to the sight of an empty void, with a light above me shining down to a large chair and desk, where the personification of beauty sat.
She was unreal, in every sense of the word.
Her hair was a rich blue, with eyes to match it.
She had an air to her that was beyond human. If there was a goddess out there, this was it.
To describe her would require words that did not exist and emotions that I could not create. The only way I could describe it would be an unobtainable beauty drawn by the most talented of artists. There was nothing that could possibly tarnish this image of her.
At least until she started talking.
“Sato Kazuma. You have, unfortunately, met your end.” I let out a sigh, but I felt little regret or remorse. A life lost for a life saved was alright for me. Maybe Madoka will mourn me and realize that we could have been awesome friends that played video games together and ended up as the childhood friends turned lovers trope. Shame.
“Did I at least save the girl I pushed out of the way?”
“Yeah, saved her from having a good day you loser.” Eh? Yeah it turns out that I mistook a tractor for a truck and that she was fine. And that my end was one that really, really hurt.
I know mom and dad weren’t happy with me, but did they really laugh at the way I died?
I sniped and snarked back at the woman who I saw less as an equal and more like an ass. Seriously, the gall of this bitch! I just died a traumatic death and she laughs in my face and practically spits in my eye.
I hold the rage back and listen to my options and l pick the obvious one. I’m Kazuma, and refuse to reincarnate into a baby until I’m too old and disheveled to think straight! Now all I need to do is pick up an overpowered item and be on my way.
But this proves to be way harder than It needs to be because of a certain blue haired Bimbo who won’t shut up and leave me to choose.
“You’re taking too long! Choose and leave so that I can help out the next fucking NEET on the list.”
“Fine! You want me to choose something overpowered? Then I choose you, you crazy bitch!!” And just like that I made the biggest and bestest mistake that I could as I was Reincarnated into this Blessed and Wonderful World.
Heh.
Funny.