Book 1: Prologue
An empty white space.
Just , and a god in front of my eyes. Nothing else. No ground under my feet. No sky above my head. No horizon. It's like if outer space was entirely white.
"Yo! You kind of died from my mistake!"
"That's a bit harsh."
"As an apology, I'll put you in a fantasy world with swords and magic and stuff! You can have gold and power and won and everything! I'm pretty nice, huh?"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah!"
"Thank you very much."
"OK, ti to choose your cheat power!"
"Please make a handso lady-killer."
"A handso lady-killer?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Make the ultimate handso man, admired by everyone."
"That sounds good! But, you know, I can't actually make you handso."
"Why? God, why?!"
"It's just your fate since you were born to never be handso."
"Please, please make handso. That's all I want. This is your apology for dying, right?"
"Not possible. That's the one thing I can't do for you."
"Nooo..."
"So choose sothing else."
"..."
"Co on, hurry up."
"In that case, I want recovery magic. Magic that can cure any injury or illness."
"Very good! I will give you the greatest of recovery magic!"
I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Thank you very much."
"Please enjoy this raw, natural experience."
"...thanks?"
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