Draft 1

A nostalgic voice and smell. A lovely light and warmth.

I am pressed right up against a very precious someone, with almost no gap between us. Inseparably connected. Not a single fragment of anxiety or loneliness lingers in me, as if I were a young infant again, simply drinking milk in the comfort of my mother's breasts. A very sweet feeling, the feeling of not yet knowing loss, fills my body.

Suddenly, my eyes open.

Ceiling.

Bedroom.

Morning.

Alone.

Tokyo.

— I see.

It was a dream.

It really is... this isn't Kimi no Nawa and I'm not the victim of a tragic love story. Sorry for raising your expectations, but I'm a not-once-in-my-life-touched-a-woman-virgin.'

—In this life, anyway.

"What a shitty fanfiction my life is."

"W-what?"

Ah. Look at this pig wriggle. I'm not even thinking about you idiots.

'Idiot', actually.

Since everyone else is dead.

What am I doing with my life, anyway?

I'm out of control, killing these mutts for a reason so petty that I already forgot.

No motivation.

No desire.

A power that's out of place in this world.

I might as well end it here and see if I'll finally be free from this cycle, especially now that there's no one to manually reincarnate me for the fun of it.

No. If I die for real this time, I won't be able to see her again. I can feel it.

Not that I have the desire to see her.

Our story already ended.

Well, hers. I just wish mine did as well, so I won't have to feel like a ghost whose sole purpose is to fill that gap in my life.

"I bet she won't recognize me anyway, considering what I've become."

"Please, I'll give you anything you want! Just don't kill me!"

What, really? A- anything? Is this guy... is he god? No way, righ-

*Pop*

"Damn it! He was too close! Now you're soaked in pig gunk, you clutz!"

"Haa...", I sighed looking at the supposedly omnipotent pool of meat in front of me.

"Haha. Of course he's not god, you idiot... He can't grant your wish. Not this 'god', nor that God...", I can't help but sigh at myself once again while observing the mess in front of me.

My life —If my life manifested because it itself is a story like all the worlds that exists in this multiverse, I wonder how the fucked up author justified to their editor the genre switch from romcom to seinen?

Ugh, it's still twitching. This is too graphic, even for me. It reminds me of that boistrious musclehead who hung around Chrollo. That lump of meat had tons

To anyone reading this, if my life really is a shitty fanfiction, I'm sorry for being one of those morally ambiguious MCs.

I say morally ambiguious but I'm sure I come off as a psychopath right now, although they probably already know why if they got this far into my story.

"That's enough daydreaming from me", I sighed for the third time then shook off the pieces of meat like a wet dog, second glancing at the dead bodies.

'I'm not sure who these people are or what purpose they serve to this world's plot, but I stopped giving a shit ever since I got reincarnated here in the form of a 15 year old kid.'

"Sorry, boy, for taking over your body and abandoning the life you've had for the past 15 years."

"Not that it matters."

I apologized to the poor young soul that I assimilated while I make my outside of the abandoned building I'm in.

No, I didn't do it voluntarily. I had no control over this turn's reincarnation unlike my first two.

It had something to do with the divine realm's sudden rapid collapse after God died.

That's why I had to hijack a body.

That's why I don't know where I am now.

What exactly could I have done when I had to get out and didn't have the time to tinker with the God factor?

Normally, a reincarnated soul is compressed to fit newly formed life, since physical bodies adapt to the soul and not the other way around.

I'm not really sure why that shitty God usually did it that way.

Maybe they just weren't fond of Chinese mythology-like developments, considering the two worlds I have memories excluding the one I'm in now and my original one are surely Japanese.

Heck, God itself is an amalgamation of isekai gods.

This fact is precisely why I'm positive this multiverse is a natural phenomenon rather than a creation.

Why wasn't there a God designated for me like in those typical Isekai story?

Why was there a fixed system in their realm?

Why would God be corrupted by their dominant personalities?

Speaking of corruption, those damn isekai authors and their conniving, malicious gods!

"Would it hurt them to write something more light hearted?", My thoughts cut off. This time, I took a deep breath instead of sighing, relishing the fact the air I'm consuming doesn't smell like blood and gore.

It definitely has nothing to do with the three lingerie combo hanging in front of me.