My first meeting with some sh*t head goddess

Date 18/7/2022

I lived in OldYork city. My name was Shinobu Hanabi Selfie Monkey D Kazuto so just call me Kirito cause why not.

It's 8 AM and I was currently lying on the sofa, reading hentai? Why a young man like me (18 years old) reading hentai on Monday you ask? Well because school was shit. I threw my phone at a teacher's head because he called me shit for using a phone in the class which he just did for like 12 seconds before. Yes of course I called him an *ss h*le but that was because the *ss h*le called me shit first. So why I was the only one get kicked and laughed at? Society was not fair at all that guy was not even handsome.

There was intense banging at my door. Was it my mom? Nah, She got tired, now must be my dad's turn. Oh, I forgot to mention? I locked myself in a room and hadn't come out since last Friday, well there was some plastic bottle of water there. People can survive with water for three days.

[The heavy mental crashing!]

Wow, that sounded so intense. Why did it sound like they using the fcking car to hit the door? In my house, there was a great hammer. Not the type you use for a construct but the type was used to bash people's heads. My dad had it from a friend owning a museum. He kinda loves to collect medieval stuff. By the way, I was always wondering why my room door was made with titanium?

No seriously, it was made by fcking Titanium! I told my friends (exec FriendList.Count(). Result: 0) all the time but no one believe me. This thing was an absolute unit. It's like an extra thicc black door.

Sorry, I'm a little bit distracted by the noise, just leave them be they would need to rest in about 2 more hours. So now back to the main business.

No more cheesing talk. The truth was, I was trying to, you know unborn? Was that the right word to use? Or maybe inborn? delete born? Damm, I was trying to die ok? I said it!

I was always thinking about it. There were so many people that were poorer than me. They had to live in a more devastating state both physical and mental so why here was I. An almost completely healthy, good-looking kid with pretty rich parents thinking of suicide?

Because of one reason...

The world where I'm living was fcking cr*nge as shitt!!!

I'm not good at telling stories so here's the summary. When I was a kid, about 10 years old I'm kinda like a girl, of course, a normal, healthy kid would never do such a crazy thing as a confession. Only psychopaths did that! Then the guy next to me somehow knew it. He wrote my name on a letter and put it into that girl's bag. That was not even the part where I became mad. The thing that I was mad about was that girl. She was blushing, like an anime-type girl of blushing. Fck those who said that girl blushing was not real, it made my heart beat fast like a train. But then a friend of hers saw the letter and laughed. That little sh*t head took it and passed it to everyone. Of fcking course, I didn't know cause I was not the one who wrote it until I become a joke. What about the girl I like? Yep, she blocked me and never spoke to me again? So after all of that sheet? What I was mad about? What the fck was the blushing for? Did that !%!@ just changed her opinion about me to follow her stupid friend?

So after that in a middle of a depression, I picked up a novel: How to pick up catgirls in a dungeon. It was an Isekai novel, god, the Isekai genre didn't even popular back then, It's just written fantasy on the gerne. I was not into novels and was more of a video game guy. I thought all novels were hard to digest. But after reading for like 10 pages. My mind was blown away. I couldn't stop reading it.

From then I slept with isekai, I eat with Isekai, I went to a school party with Isekai, and I went on a school trip with Isekai. Isekai saved my life, Isekai was my best friend. It saved my depressing life. It was so satisfying to see another version of you got power in another world to fight the thing you hate and archive dreams that you could only dream of. It was so good to see bad and bulliers get beaten. It was so good to feel justice. But the thing changes.

A few years later. Isekai became popular, everyone started talking about it. There were more and more people who knew about isekai, every website was full of isekai. Every season of anime was Isekai. Isekai and Isekai everywhere.

I was first happy when something that I adored got the recognition that it deserved but then... One day when I was watching Metube, a video was recommended to me. It was a video about Isekai so I instantly clicked on it. The guy inside the video was pretty famous with millions subscribers and he was talking about my favorite Isekai How to pick up catgirls in a dungeon. While I was excited to hear what he had to say. He let out a long sigh and with just one line, my world crumbled.

" This novel was cringe as fck!"

A year later.

" No no no! Why the fck you have to fall in love with that bastard mc? He just killed the guy who raised you. Yes I knew he was a thief but? That was it? Because he was a thief and killing some people then he became a fcking monster to you? Fcking ungrateful b*tchh! This story is trash! Trash! Fcking shallow generic plot!"

I couldn't comprehend any isekai anymore. I still try to read and read. It was like running in an endless dark tunnel. I want to feel back to the good times when I read Isekai but I couldn't anymore. Fck that Metuber! Fck this society! Fck!!!

Back to the present. I was now trying to starve here. But I guess I was only halfway there. I was not even felt tired yet. The banging continued. My parents were more stubborn than I thought. I guess I shouldn't die at this time. I walked to the Titanium door and gently opened it. A strange voice came to my ears.

" For god sake! I mean I'm a god but for the author's sake! You finally came out!"

A platinum hair semi-oppai loli appeared on the other side of the door. Her hands was holding a fcking 50 feet mental log that soldiers used to break down city gates.

I looked behind her, my parents were lying motionlessly on the floor. Glasses were broken, pieces of them splatting everywhere.

What did people normally do in this situation? Maybe after some more time in a quiet room will help me figure it out. I politely bowed to her and then when I was about to shut the door off. The platinum semi-oppai loli stuck her foot in. I of course used all my strength even if it was to fck up her foot. But as I expected that was no fcking human foot.

What happened next? Out of time. Next chapter maybe.