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“Um, I kinda just died out of nowhere?” Only seconds had passed since I’d set out on my adventure. After dying the instant I got teleported, I found myself once again back in the original space. By the way, I skipped explaining this space last time, but that’s just because there’s really nothing to explain. A pitch-black void. The only ones here are me and the goddess. It's dark, but somehow you can still see everything just fine. Okay, explanation over. More importantly, I’ve got a serious complaint to file about this god-awful system. But the goddess just shrugged it off without the slightest hint of guilt. “I did tell you you'd be starting in the weakest possible state, didn’t I?” She did. I remember that. But everything has its limits. More than that, this woman clearly doesn’t understand what "weakest" means in the context of light novels. “In light novels, the so-called 'weakest' actually means 'stronger than the strongest,' or straight-up '...

The people of old once said: “Dead men tell no tales.” How ironic—and yet how bluntly truthful. Proverbs are fascinating that way. They’re all delightfully worded, a perfect cocktail of irony, dark humor, and undeniable truth. Whoever came up with them must’ve been a genius. By the way, my name is Shinin Kuchinashi. I’m 28 years old, and just a moment ago, I died of a heart attack. Not exactly a nice guy, I suppose. You might be thinking, “Wait, if you're dead, how are you talking right now?” Yeah. I’m wondering the same thing. I did die of a heart attack. That much is certain. This isn’t a dream or delusion. It was real—unmistakably real. I clearly remember the crushing pain in my chest, the way my vision faded as I collapsed. Maybe someone wrote my name in a Death Note or something. And yet, here I am. Conscious. Eyes wide open. Talking up a storm like nothing happened. If this is some kind of final death-dream flashback montage, then my awareness is way too sharp for it. As ...

 That day, Pisces the Fish was in an exceptionally good mood.  It’s not that he was literally chirping like a monkey in excitement. It just means he was feeling really elated.  Just as he was thinking that, a monkey happened to pass by, chirping excitedly.  No, not you. I wasn’t calling you. Go away. Anyway, putting that aside, Pisces had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Today was the joyous occasion of Christmas. Of course, there was no such event in Midgard, and besides, the saint who inspired Christmas didn’t exist there either, so there was no birthday to celebrate in the first place. But none of that mattered. He’d heard about it from his mother…that on Earth, there’s a holiday called Christmas, a holy—no, a sexy night—for lovers to whisper sweet nothings and make love.  Pisces felt a strong interest in and deep sympathy for this thing called Christmas. Christmas is a celebration of the birth of the child of God. And as for the god of Midga...

“You know, when I really think about it… I don’t actually have a unique skill, do I?” That was a statement so belated it came out of nowhere one day from Ruphas. Among the Imperial Thirteen Stars who served under her, every single one of them possessed a unique skill—except for Leon, the sole exception. Aries, for example, had Mesarthim, a contact-based damage skill. Despite being called “contact” damage, it was a highly versatile ability that could take the form of fireballs, flamethrowers, and more. He also had an ace up his sleeve unlocked at level 1000: Hamal, which dealt damage equal to half of the opponent’s maximum HP. Libra wielded Brachium, a fixed-damage attack that ignored defense and never missed. Upon becoming Libra GA, she could upgrade it to Brachium Overflow, multiplying the damage output significantly. Aigokeros the Goat, had Deneb Algedi, an attack that dealt incurable damage, and at level 1000, he could activate his trump card: an enormous form achieved by absorbing ...