Reincarnated in Danganronpa

"Where I am?"

Waking up with a typical speech of a cliché reincarnation anime, a boy opened his eyes in a great expansion of a whitish emptiness.

Getting up, he realized that he was lying on a bed that existed in the middle of this 'nothing', and that there was nothing else around him.

He tried to recover his memories, but it didn't even come to mind who he was or even his name.

???: "You must be confused."

A voice suddenly echoed beside him, which made him jump suddenly and look at the place where the voice came from, noticing a common-looking figure floating in the air in a comfortable position.

Looking at him, the boy had the impression that his appearance was so common that he could not remember it in the next moment.

"Where am I? And who are you? Why did I end up here?"

The boy asked confused, after all, he had no idea where he was or even who he is.

???: "Uh... You see, you died and because of that, your memories of your past life have been erased. "

"I... Died?"

???: "Yes, that same standard reincarnation cliché where you cross the street and truck-kun comes out of a space crack to run you over. "

"I... Understand."

The boy responded in a relaxed tone, which drew a slight expression of curiosity from the common figure.

???: "Aren't you curious about your death or surprised that you died?"

"Hah... You see, what happened has passed, it would be very problematic to seek answers to something that has already been resolved. Anyway, what do you want from me?"

The boy answered the figure and asked about his purpose, after all, even though he wasn't curious about his previous life, he still didn't know why he was here.

???: "Oh, yes! I almost forget. You see, in this universe there are [Spectators], they are each star that lives among the galaxies and etc., I'm not in the mood to explain everything. You just have to know that these [Spectators] lately have been bored or dissatisfied with some stories that you humans have created, so you and several thousand other people were chosen to reincarnate in different worlds to make them more interesting. In short, your job will be to insert yourself in a work and create a character that the [Spectators] like, with a satisfying story."

"It seems problematic... Can I refuse?"

???: "No."

"Hah... Well, do I have wishes or something like that?"

???: "About that, you will be rewarded with a skill through luck and will be able to retain your memories of the work, but only what you already know."

The figure replied, summoning a shiny roulette beside him with various written skills.

???: "By the way, the work in which you will be reincarnated is Danganronpa."

Listening to the figure, a series of memories and information flooded the boy's mind, who soon realized that these were all his memories of the anime.

'I only watched the first season and Danganronpa 3: The End of Kibougamine Gakuen Zetsubou-hen... My bad.'

The boy sighed mentally, feeling a little irritated that he had not finished watching the anime. Anyway, with his memories of the work in his mind, he regretted his luck in having to be reincarnated in a world on the verge of despair, literally.

"Should I assume that what I acquire from the draw will be a Super High School Skill?"

???: "You're right about that, so let's quickly start the draw!"

The figure took his hand to the roulette wheel and, with a thud, punched the pointer that started to spin.

Hoping his skill would be useful in a fight or escape, the boy watched the roulette hand spin and spin until his speed started to slow and slowly stopped.

The boy was slightly excited to realize that the result was close to being the Ultimate Soldier, just for a bucket of cold water it was spilled on his head when the pointer silently stopped at the Ultimate Critic.

Returning to his apathic expression, the boy asked, with a little disappointment.

"What the need to throw the bucket of water at me?"

???: "I thought it would be necessary..."

The figure replied, looking a little embarrassed. With a snap of fingers, the boy's body was dried, and he asked the figure.

"What is this Ultimate Critc skill?"

???: "Well, in short, you are good at criticizing others or things in general. Do you know those film and theater critics? That's basically it."

Hearing the explanation of his skill, the boy sighed in resignation, questioning again.

"So, what now?"

???: "As I told you, you must make the work more interesting and create a profile appreciated by ours [Spectators], in other words, you must create 'you'."

That said, a 'window' appeared in the boy's vision, and he quickly understood what he should do, which made him look with his chin in hand.

'Virtually, every character in Danganronpa has something peculiar or unique about himself, so to receive the appreciation of the so-called [Spectators], I must create something different from the others.'

With his thoughts quickly coming to a conclusion, the boy started using the 'window', which had an option to define appearance to edit himself and reset his statistics.

[Name: Koutarou Kajiyashiki]

[Age: 16 years]

[Genre: Male]

[Height: 5'9" / 175 cm]

[Weight: 123.46 lb / 56 KG]

[Birthday: 01/05]

[Blood Type: AB]

[Likes: Jokes, french fries, woman who can kill you, femboys]

[Dislikes: Milk, physical battles]

[Talent: Ultimate Critic]

[N/A: Koutarou as in 'Bright' and Kajiyashiki as in 'Home of the Blacksmithing'.]

The boy, who would now be called Koutarou, used the function of defining appearance to create a young man with short wavy hair, reaching up to his shoulders, dark green in color.

His eyes were a gray color, but there was a sparkle in them that gave life to his pupils. Combined with the subtle lines that Koutarou gave to his face, they made him look a little handsome, but easily forgottable in a crowd.

His body was healthy and reasonably defined, but hidden by his robes, would make him look especially thin. His clothes were just two pieces of a light blue shorts and a thin blouse with especially long sleeves, which hid her hands, and a pair of slippers.

There was a slightly malicious smile on the face of the avatar created by Koutarou, which gave him a strange atmosphere that the first thing a person would think when facing him, would probably be that he ran away from a clinic, especially for his clothes that resembled a patient a lot.

"Well, I think this is fine."

???: "Oh, are you done?"

The figure, who was already getting a little bored, asked. Koutarou's 'window' floated and reached the hands of the figure, who began to read carefully.

When going through the topic of "Likes and Dislikes", the figure briefly stopped his reading and looked at him in a very subtle way, which Koutarou perfectly ignored.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the figure returned to its reading.

"Um... I think it looked good in general, it's a particularly good avatar that you created, not too exaggerated, but highlighted."

The figure said at the end of his inspection, returning the 'window' to Koutarou.

???: "This will stay with you, distribute missions periodically and tell you the opinion of the [Spectators] about the story and you. Oh, and be careful, other people will be able to see the window."

The figure warned with a smile, probably something to make his life difficult.

Koutarou found it problematic.

"Ok, what now?"

???: "Lemme see... There is really nothing else to do, you just have to lie in the bed again and you will wake up, brand new."

Koutarou nodded in understanding and lay down, but realized that he had not asked the name of the figure, however, sleepiness was already taking over his mind.

"By the way... What's your name...?"

???: "Uhm... You can just call me [Administrator]. "

The figure responded to the sleepy Koutarou, who quickly fell asleep after being answered.

After what seemed like a long dream, Koutarou woke up in a strange, but familiar room.