Everything is white.
The last thing I remember is how I noticed that my club mate Satoru's older brother Naoto, the driver of the van, was reeking of alcohol. When I pointed it out to him, he turned around to the backseat, to assure us that it's alright and that he's used to drunk driving - while going at twice the allowed speed inside the city limits. He actually even let go of the steering wheel to gesture his case, so the outcome was obvious.
Why did I have to learn this way that Satoru's brother is an idiot drunkard? There's a limit to repressing your frustration with drinking all day when you've been unemployed for the past year and now not even part-time jobs will take you on, simply because you can't keep your mouth shut about the …show more content…
This is not a hospital room and it's clearly not because my eyes aren't functioning properly due to head trauma. I'm not wearing my glasses, but considering the fact I don't have a nose to place them on right now, it wouldn't do me any good anyway.
I don't have a body in the first place, I'm just a floating spirit of sorts.
I'm dead, aren't I?
The whiteness hurts my eyes, although I don't even have any. I'm the indoors type and used to being cooped up in a dark room looking at a computer screen with its brightness lowered. The sole reason I was even in that van was to return home from a big haul at the comic convention. I wouldn't leave the house on a weekend for any other reason than that. But even that was a mistake, it seems.
Really, I'm dead.
There's no question about that. I've seen situations like this in all kinds of stories: The protagonist dies while saving someone from a truck and gets reincarnated into a world of fantasy with some cheat skill to live a new life surrounded by a harem. Of course, those protagonists are always shut-in otaku who had nothing to live for other than their pop culture obsession, and won't miss their previous lives at all in this new world. And they're always …show more content…
But he's basically telling me that I should try to achieve more as a hermit crab than I have as a human being. That really hurts...
Ahhh, my consciousness is beginning to fade. My memories will be erased, won't they? Of course, they have to be. Else, people reincarnated as parrots would be able to tell everyone what it's like after death. I don't want to forget everything...
"Ah."
Wait, did god just make a sound as if he found a mistake somewhere? But I'm already fading away!
"Oops, something's wrong." God's voice sounds like a that of a ditzy student, who accidentally put salt instead of sugar in a cookie dough mixture during home ed.
Oi, don't joke around with me! What's going to happen to my reincarnation?!
"Wait, how did you make such a huge mistake?!" I hear a female's voice speak. Huh, there's more than one god? "Argh, that's why interns are so troublesome."
Did I hear her right? That male god-like voice actually belonged to an intern? Job security in heaven must be awful, since an old man has to work as an
The last thing I remember is how I noticed that my club mate Satoru's older brother Naoto, the driver of the van, was reeking of alcohol. When I pointed it out to him, he turned around to the backseat, to assure us that it's alright and that he's used to drunk driving - while going at twice the allowed speed inside the city limits. He actually even let go of the steering wheel to gesture his case, so the outcome was obvious.
Why did I have to learn this way that Satoru's brother is an idiot drunkard? There's a limit to repressing your frustration with drinking all day when you've been unemployed for the past year and now not even part-time jobs will take you on, simply because you can't keep your mouth shut about the …show more content…
This is not a hospital room and it's clearly not because my eyes aren't functioning properly due to head trauma. I'm not wearing my glasses, but considering the fact I don't have a nose to place them on right now, it wouldn't do me any good anyway.
I don't have a body in the first place, I'm just a floating spirit of sorts.
I'm dead, aren't I?
The whiteness hurts my eyes, although I don't even have any. I'm the indoors type and used to being cooped up in a dark room looking at a computer screen with its brightness lowered. The sole reason I was even in that van was to return home from a big haul at the comic convention. I wouldn't leave the house on a weekend for any other reason than that. But even that was a mistake, it seems.
Really, I'm dead.
There's no question about that. I've seen situations like this in all kinds of stories: The protagonist dies while saving someone from a truck and gets reincarnated into a world of fantasy with some cheat skill to live a new life surrounded by a harem. Of course, those protagonists are always shut-in otaku who had nothing to live for other than their pop culture obsession, and won't miss their previous lives at all in this new world. And they're always …show more content…
But he's basically telling me that I should try to achieve more as a hermit crab than I have as a human being. That really hurts...
Ahhh, my consciousness is beginning to fade. My memories will be erased, won't they? Of course, they have to be. Else, people reincarnated as parrots would be able to tell everyone what it's like after death. I don't want to forget everything...
"Ah."
Wait, did god just make a sound as if he found a mistake somewhere? But I'm already fading away!
"Oops, something's wrong." God's voice sounds like a that of a ditzy student, who accidentally put salt instead of sugar in a cookie dough mixture during home ed.
Oi, don't joke around with me! What's going to happen to my reincarnation?!
"Wait, how did you make such a huge mistake?!" I hear a female's voice speak. Huh, there's more than one god? "Argh, that's why interns are so troublesome."
Did I hear her right? That male god-like voice actually belonged to an intern? Job security in heaven must be awful, since an old man has to work as an