...Darkness.
Then slowly—light.
I opened my eyes. My vision was still blurry, and my head throbbed like I had just binge-watched twenty anime episodes without blinking.
But there was one thing I could tell immediately:
This... wasn't my room.
It wasn't Earth.
It wasn't... normal.
All around me was white nothingness. No sky. No floor. No birds, no clouds, no sounds.
It felt like I had been dropped into an empty Word document.
"Where... am I?"
"What happened...?"
"My head hurts..."
I sat up and held my head. It felt like a hangover from drinking caffeine and regret.
Then I heard a voice.
"Hello, Night Frederik the Second."
I turned toward the sound.
There was... someone. Or maybe something.
A humanoid silhouette stood before me, face blurred like a censored live TV interview.
"You are dead."
I blinked.
"...Sorry, what?"
"You. Are. Dead."
I stood up, arms waving.
"Haha, okay, nice bit. But I'm not dead! I'm perfectly fine! I even pulled a 3-star oguri cap last night!"
The entity sighed. Somehow. I wasn't sure if it even had lungs.
"As expected. Humans usually deny their own deaths."
"Very well. Let me re-check your data."
With a snap of its fingers, a glowing holographic panel appeared in midair.
It looked like a cross between a government ID and an RPG status screen.
⮞ SUBJECT DATA #999 – QUICK REFERENCE
• Name: Night Frederik the Second
• Age: 46
• Status: Deceased
• Cause of death: Hit by a train
• Additional Note:
> "Refer to last memory access."
"Train...? What the hell? I don't remember getting hit by a train!"
"If you insist, I'll allow you to re-access your final memories."
Suddenly, the blank space around me dimmed and distorted.
My brain was pulled into a slideshow of painful clarity.
---
*One month earlier...*
I was standing tall in a military debriefing room.
Tactical uniform. Delta Force badge on my chest.
"You're being discharged, Frederik. Effective immediately."
My commander's voice was cold.
I simply said, "I'm not executing a child based on bad intel."
Mission failed. I got kicked out.
---
*The weeks that followed...*
I returned to my hometown.
Peaceful life.
Morning anime, afternoon manga, late-night light novels.
And, of course—gacha.
I spent my days grinding.
Rolling.
Worshipping digital waifus.
My favorite: Uma Musume.
Life was simple.
And I was happy.
---
*The day I died...*
It was raining.
I stood near a railroad crossing.
My phone screen glowed brightly.
Oguri Cap vs Tamamo Cross. Career Mode. Final Lap.
I was too focused.
Volume at 100%.
Earphones in.
Eyes locked on the screen.
One small step forward—
TIITTTTTTTT!!!
White.
---
*End of flashback*
I gasped, eyes wide.
"I... actually died..."
"Correct," the entity said calmly.
"I died because of a mobile horse girl waifu game...?"
"Technically, yes.
You were killed... by waifu."
"DON'T SAY IT LIKE IT'S COOL!"
I stood in silence for a while, trying to process the idiocy of my demise.
Then I looked up.
"So... what now?"
"Reincarnation."
"You are eligible for the Multiversal Isekai Program."
"One wish. Any wish. But only one. Don't get greedy."
"You are the 99999th candidate. One more and I get a milestone bonus."
I squinted.
One wish, huh...?
A twisted grin crept onto my face.
If this is an isekai...
Then I know exactly what I want.