Ch.00 – Prologue

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I was obsessed with rerolling.

The emergency escape button marathon: forcibly opening the capsule to end the game and restart the tutorial reset.

The device warns me every time that I could die if something goes wrong, and the news talks about it too, but honestly, it sounds like a lie.

Why?

Because I’ve already done it over ten thousand times.

“Hey, are you crazy?! You’ll really die doing that!”

“It’s fine, I won’t die.”

“Geez, you lunatic. When you actually die, your tombstone will literally say ‘It’s fine, I won’t die.'”

“So what?”

“You’d be better off addicted to adult games than risking your life rerolling in some RNG-dependent trash game.”

My childhood friend spat out these not-quite-curses while clicking her tongue.

But really, it’s fine.

“Let’s say the rerolling is one thing. If you at least played female characters, I’d think you had some healthy sexual desire. Why do you always play those sweaty muscular male characters? Are you gay or something?”

“What are you talking about? I’m not gay! I just get excited about one-shot burst damage. I’d be fine with non-male characters if the DPS was good.”

“But you only play male characters.”

“That’s because there’s no better DPS build than this.”

“Reeeeally? So you’d be fine with a female character if the DPS was good? Even a female character with no muscles, super short, pale skin, and who acts all pitiful?”

“Of course!”

The interrogation-like questions continued as we emptied several bottles of alcohol.

Just like a girl, why does she talk so much?

Maybe it was the alcohol, but a silly thought crossed my mind.

Could it be?

Is she worried about me because she likes me?

Just as I was getting full of myself, my friend said:

“Hey, I’ll forgive you if you sleep with me tonight!”

“Pass. I need to game.”

So much for liking me.

Do all childhood friends have to like each other?

We can just drink alcohol innocently and talk about games.

She’s just drunk-talking.

“Text me when you get home, Sia.”

After nicely putting her in a taxi, I returned home and turned on my capsule.

I know it’s a green light, but what’s the point?

Even if we dated, I don’t have money for dates.

Let’s just game.

Bzzzzt!

As soon as I turned on the capsule with a careless attitude, a spark flew.

The electrocution from the capsule malfunction I’d feared!

‘Ah… so this is death.’

Too late for regrets.

The terrible pain of electrocution coursing through my entire body.

“…You brought this on yourself. I clearly gave you a chance.”

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die.

But instead, I heard the voice of my childhood friend Sia.

Maybe I should have dated her after all?

The regret was brief.

Soon, my consciousness switched off.

* *

And then I opened my eyes in another world like a dog.

<Tutorial Event>

You’ve set out for the capital with dreams of greatness to enter the Academy! A letter from your father has arrived at your inn room.

What gift has your father prepared for you? Open the letter to find out!

I’m not really complaining.

I died while gaming and woke up in a game world.

As a hardcore gamer, I’m actually grateful.

Squish

The feeling when I press my forearm with my fingers.

Soft white skin visible to the naked eye.

Long hair that feels cumbersome.

The unfamiliar female body is annoying, but I can tolerate it.

But there’s just one thing that bothers me.

[To my daughter Oknodie]

The name written on the envelope was the problem.

In this world, it’s pronounced Oak-nod-dee and written as Oknodie.

I didn’t notice at first, but looking again, I realized.

A phrase that habitually came to mind.

It’s fine, I won’t die.

Ok no die.

It was a slightly irritating name for someone who just died and woke up in a game world.