Chapter 1: Smash!
Read the prologue first.
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Floating aimlessly in a dark void, my mind replayed the last moments of my successful yet empty life.
'The fact that I died as a weeb, despite all my efforts, is probably one of my biggest regrets.'
More stray thoughts flitted through my head as I drifted in that endless space.
After what felt like forever, a voice so majestic and thunderous that it shook the void itself echoed:
"Child."
My intangible body was drawn toward the being who had spoken, and my restless mind calmed instantly.
Soon, a white light surrounded by a golden hue appeared. If I'd still had eyes, I was sure I would've been blinded.
'Is this judgment?'
I tried to ask, but without a mouth, I had no voice. Even if I did, I wasn't sure I could've spoken before such a presence. I felt as though it could see everything—my thoughts, my feelings, even things about me I didn't know myself.
"Child," the voice spoke again, "you have lived a life drowned in emptiness and mediocrity."
His light enveloped me, pulling me into a kingdom more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Golden streets that shone without sunlight. Castles so large and radiant they radiated both majesty and peace.
I should have felt small—insignificant. Yet instead, I felt connected.
"Your life was cut short before the plans I had for you could be fulfilled," the voice continued. "But even if it had lasted, the ever-changing course of events meant you would have accomplished everything… and yet, nothing at all."
He sighed, then added, "Your experiences grant you neither entry to my kingdom, nor punishment in hell. The circumstances were beyond your control."
The truth hit me like lightning.
'I'm in the presence of the Creator.'
The realization almost shattered my mind. Instinctively, I bowed awkwardly. I could feel his warm smile, and then I was lifted into his embrace. Light surrounded me, filling me with a joy so profound I couldn't begin to describe it.
"You belong to neither realm," he said gently. "As much as it pains me, I shall hand you to Yama, who will grant you another chance at life."
My soul trembled.
'I'm going to be given to someone else? But I don't want to leave.'
"But fear not, child. You shall return here eventually. My love for you transcends space and time."
His words soothed me, and I found resolve.
"Yama does not allow his hosts to retain memories of the divine," he added, "so I will erase this from you. You will only recall that you died by the truck sent by Macaria—Hades' son—and that you were reincarnated in a world of Yama's choosing."
His light-filled fingers touched my head, and my memories began to fade as I drifted backward, watching him with what I knew was a loving gaze.
...
'The fact that I died as a weeb, despite all my efforts, is probably one of my greatest regrets.'
...
A regal, shadowy figure appeared—riding a massive buffalo, a noose in one of his four arms.
Dread filled me.
'This is scary.'
He studied me for a moment, then muttered, "Your karma is sufficient to be reincarnated. Due to your connection with Him, you shall receive a gift. You will remember none of this. One of my Yamaduta's children shall guide you, for a limited time."
Before I could respond, I was pulled into a powerful suction. My memories dissolved.
...
When I opened my eyes, a golden-rimmed ceiling greeted me. A massive diamond chandelier hung in the center. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a large, gold-etched bed.
"This isn't my mansion," I muttered, rubbing my head.
I felt my hair's rough texture and frowned. Slowly, I stood from the smaller bed nearby.
"Ouch!" A sharp pain coursed through me.
"What happened to me?"
Memories clicked into place.
'I went to work, had a drink with friends, started home… I didn't make it home. I got hit by a truck...'
"HOLY SHIT!"
"Have I been… isekai'd?"
The reflection in the mirror—a tall man with dark-blue eyes and long, dark hair—stared back at me in shock.
"It's official. I've been isekai'd!"
"Good, you're awake. I didn't think you'd be so lazy~."
A velvety, feminine voice rang in my head. I froze, scanning the room.
"Who's there?!"
"Now, now, let's not fry that brain of yours. Mkay?"
'The voice… it's coming from inside my head?!'
"Creepy! Can you get out?"
"Aww, you're so mean. Fine, I'll set up my stuff and be out in a jiffy!"
'Stuff? What stuff?!'
Furniture noises clattered in my mind.
"What are you doing in there?!"
"Calm down! Okay… mhm, good. I'm coming out now!"
A gust of wind blew. A breathtakingly beautiful woman appeared—curvy, with long yellow hair, blood-red eyes, and an aura that screamed ethereal.
'Smash.'
The thought slipped out before I could stop it.
She flushed. "Ara~ stop looking. You're making me embarrassed."
I sighed. "So, just to confirm—I've been isekai'd, right?"
"Isekai'd? Oh, you mean reincarnated." She snapped her fingers. "Yes. And judging by your calm reaction, I'm guessing you were a bonafide degenerate from… what was it again? Ah, yes! Earth."
My eyebrow twitched.
Chains suddenly caught my attention. Both wrists were cuffed, marked with strange patterns.
"The hell are these?"
"Your first mission," she said simply, floating as though this was nothing new.
"Mission?"
"I forgot to tell you. I'm your guardian. For a limited time."
"Guardian? Girl, I'm not a kid."
"Not my problem. My real name would blow your brains out, so just call me Laura."
"Fine. Laura. What's my mission?"
"Simple: break the chains."
I studied the marks, whip scars all over my body, and the bindings on my wrists.
'Whip marks, cuffs, chains… this can only mean one thing.'
"BDSM exists in this world too?"
Laura shrugged. "I'm not a weird pervert like you, so I wouldn't know."
Veins bulged in my forehead. Clicking my tongue, I twisted against the chains.
Minutes later—snap, snap—the cuffs broke.
"Let's gooo!"
Laura clapped lightly. "Good job. Now here's your reward."
Golden energy poured from her hand and entered my heart.
'Whoa… this feels weird.'
"That," Laura explained, "is your system. I'm sure you know what that means."
'A system?! Does that mean I'll be OP? This is so freaking cool!'
Laura deadpanned. "You do realize I can hear your thoughts, right?"
I coughed awkwardly. "So… can I check it now?"
She gestured for me to go ahead.
I muttered, "System."
A blue interface appeared.
[Ding!]
[Interface connected.]
[Gathering karma…]
[Success.]
[Displaying host information.]
Name: Clark Thompson
Age: 22
Level: 1
Skills: None
Traits: [Boy Toy, BDSM Partner, Slow Learner, Soft-Spoken, Pushover]
Mission Completion: 1/?
Rank: F-
Rate of Improvement: 1 level per 5 years (improvable)
Remark: Bro, you're screwed lol (>▽<)ﾉ
I stared blankly. "This is some bull. I've got trash stats, trash growth rate, and even trash traits. Amazing."
Laura looked away, whistling innocently.
"Whatever. I need to sleep this off."
And so, I buried my head in my hands and…
"FUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone