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July 17, 2020 – Present
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Through August 30, 2026
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August 2026

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Longest active streak
93 days
February 3, 2022 – May 6, 2022
Longest inactive streak
13 days
November 15, 2020 – November 27, 2020

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12 AMMonday 12 AM: 100 messagesTuesday 12 AM: 99 messagesWednesday 12 AM: 80 messagesThursday 12 AM: 122 messagesFriday 12 AM: 104 messagesSaturday 12 AM: 167 messagesSunday 12 AM: 170 messages
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Kazuma Satou… Welcome to the Great Beyond. I’m sorry to tell you that you’ve passed on. It was a short life, but it’s over now.” Those were the first words I heard upon finding myself in that bright white room. It was so sudden, I had no idea what was going on. There was a little desk and a chair, like you’d find in an office. And sitting in the chair was the person notifying me of the end of my life. If there are such things as goddesses, the woman in front of me certainly qualified. She was more than just “cute” like the pop stars on TV—no human could match her beauty. She had long hair the translucent blue of the sea on a clear day. It gave her a soft, gentle aura. She looked to be about my age. Her light-purple clothes fit perfectly, not too revealing but not hiding anything. She was wearing what we would call a “feather mantle,” divine raiment like the ones in Japan’s old stories. This beauty stared at me with eyes the same light blue as her hair, blinking at my inability to understand what had happened. I thought back on the last thing I could remember… …Normally I stay locked in my room. Don’t even go to school. But today, for once, I left the house. I wanted to get the limited Day One edition of a popular MMO that was coming out today, so I was up earlier than usual to claim my spot in line. Yeah, I’m what people like to dismiss as a “hikikomori,” someone so intensely introverted, they’ve withdrawn from society, living a life of isolation and never leaving their room. Others call me an “MMO junkie.” Whatever. I secured my game and was heading home to try it out, spirits high. Then it happened. A girl was walking ahead of me, playing with her phone. Judging by her uniform, she was enrolled at the same school as me. The traffic light turned green, and she stepped into the crosswalk without even glancing left or right. I saw the shadow loom over her. It had to be a truck, bearing down on her at high speed.
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That meant my death wasn’t in vain. I was able to do something worthwhile with my life, even if only at the very end… The beautiful girl cocked her head questioningly at my look of relief. “Although, if you hadn’t pushed her, she wouldn’t have been hurt at all.” “……Huh?” What did she just say?! “That tractor would’ve stopped before hitting her. Obviously. It’s a tractor. It doesn’t even go that fast. Your dumb heroics were totally uncalled for. Pffft…hee-hee-hee!” She sure knew how to make a good first impression. Not. I guess it would be rude to smack her. But I really want to. Never mind that. There was something more important to ask. “What did you say? A tractor? Not a truck?” “Yes, that’s right. A tractor. You think that girl wouldn’t have noticed if some huge truck was coming right at her? She would’ve gotten out of the way.” …Huh? “Wait, so…I died getting run over by a tractor?” “No, you died of shock. You were convinced a truck had hit you, and your body failed. I’ve been doing this a long time, but you’re the first person I’ve met who died in such a weird way.” I was at a loss for words. “Incidentally, you soiled yourself when you thought you were going to be hit by that tractor. They took you to the nearest hospital, and all the doctors and nurses were like, ‘Whaaat? What a loser! (LOL),’ and you died of a heart attack without even waking u—” I threw my hands over my ears. “Stop iiiit! Please noooo, I don’t wanna hear it! I don’t need to hear how pathetic it was!” She drew close to me and, with a smirk, whispered in my ear: “Your family got to the hospital just this minute, and before they could even grieve, they heard the
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cause of death and burst out laughi—” “Stop! Stop! You’re making this up, right? No one’s ever died in such a pathetic way!” She stood above me and giggled as I knelt on the ground, my head in my hands. “All right. I guess I’ve let off enough steam for today. Nice to meet you, Kazuma Satou. My name is Aqua. I’m a goddess who gives guidance to those in Japan who die young. Now, then. Regardless of how amusing the circumstances of your demise may be, you have two choices.” This damn woman…! All right, forget it. I had to let it go, or we’d never get anywhere. “Option one: be reborn as a human, starting a completely new life. And option two: live like an old geezer in a heavenly place.” Talk about lose-lose. “Hang on… What do you mean, ‘heavenly place’? And what is ‘living like an old geezer,’ anyway?” “Honestly, Heaven isn’t as great a place as you humans imagine. The dead don’t need to eat, and nothing is ever produced in the afterlife—so even if you wanted to cook something, there’d be no ingredients. Sorry to disappoint you, but Heaven’s actually a real drag. No TV, no manga, no video games. Just a bunch of dead people. And since you’re dead, you can’t even hook up with anyone! I mean, you don’t really have a body, right? It’s just you and a bunch of spirits sitting around sunning yourselves and making small talk for all eternity.” What? No paradise? No video games? That’s not Heaven. That’s Hell. I could start over as a baby… Hang on—are those seriously my only choices? I was clearly dejected, but the goddess gave me a huge smile. “You’re right. Who wants to go to a boring place like Heaven? And being reborn isn’t so hot, either. You lose all your memories, and isn’t that basically the same as saying you, Kazuma Satou, would cease to exist? Well! Have I got an offer for you…” I smelled something fishy.
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She saw I was wary, but Aqua only grinned even wider. “You like video games, right?” And then she proudly laid out her great proposal or whatever. The long and short of it was this: There’s another world, different from our own, that is home to someone called the Demon King. The Demon King’s invading army threatens that world. It’s a place of magic and monsters—in other words, a fantasy setting pretty much like those found in popular games like Dragon Hunter or MonsterQuest. “So people who die in that world… Well, see, the majority of them were killed by the Demon King, right? And they don’t want to go through that again. So most of them refuse to be reborn. That means fewer and fewer babies are getting born there, and eventually the world will be ruined! So we thought…why not send someone who died in some other world off to this threatened one?” I can’t imagine the headaches around that immigration policy. “And we figured as long as we’re sending someone, it might as well be someone who died young, a blank slate. We’d send them with their body and memory intact. What’s more, since it would be silly to send someone over there just to die again, we decided to allow them to bring along any one thing they want. A powerful special ability, an incredible talent… Some people choose a legendary weapon… So how about it? You get another shot at life in a new world, and they get someone battle-ready to come to their aid. What do you think? Not bad, right?” It really wasn’t bad. I could feel my excitement ramping up, though. I liked games, sure, but I never thought I’d have the chance to live in a world just like one. But before that, first things first… “Um, just asking, but—what about the language in this new world? Can I speak it?” “No worries there. Through the kind support of us deities, the language will be
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loaded into your brain when you go over, allowing you to learn it instantaneously. You’ll be able to read it, too, of course. There’s a slim chance that it would result in an overload that makes you go poof, if you’re not lucky. So! All that’s left is to pick your awesome ability or gear.” “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you just say I might go poof?” “No, I didn’t.” “Yeah, you did.” Even though she was a goddess, I found myself speaking bluntly, without any of the anxiety I’d felt until a few minutes ago. …I had to admit, it was an attractive proposition. True, I was worried I might go poof, but (not to brag) my luck had always been my only strong point, so I figured I would be fine. Aqua thrust something like a catalog in front of my face. “Take your pick. Any one thing. I’ll give you power second to none. Look. This one’s an amazing special ability. Here’s a legendary sword. Come on, anything at all. Just say the word, and you can bring it with you to your new home.” I took the catalog from her and thumbed through the pages. It listed everything by name: “Super Strength,” “Profound Magic,” “the Sacred Sword Arondight,” “Muramasa, the Demon Blade.” I got it. They wanted me to pick some power or item from this catalog. Aww, man…how could I ever choose? Maybe it was my gamer’s intuition speaking, but everything seemed totally broken. What to pick, what to pick? Well, if there was gonna be magic there, then of course I would have to try it! So maybe some power that would involve the use of magic… “C’mon, hurry up, will you? It doesn’t matter what you pick, anyway. No one’s expecting anything from some hikikomori video game otaku, so just grab something and get outta here! Come on—we haven’t got all eternity!” “I-I’m not an otaku. And I died outdoors, so I’m not a hikikomori, either.” My reply was quiet, and my voice trembled. Aqua, toying with her hair, answered with

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