Chapter 18 – Checking My Stats, Then Meeting a Dumbass God
Finally Going the F*ck Home
After dealing with Seria's weird curiosity and the noble romance drama, I was done for the day.
I made my way through the city, finally heading back to where I was staying—a decent inn near the noble district.
Not too flashy, not too cheap. Just safe enough that no one would question why I was there.
The moment I reached my room, I locked the door, collapsed on the bed, and let out a long sigh.
"I swear, if something else happens today, I'm gonna lose my sh*t."
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Checking My Stats
Before sleeping, I pulled up my status screen to see my progress.
[STATUS SCREEN]
✔ Strength: Higher than before, thanks to the ogre.
✔ Speed: Buffed from goblin blood.
✔ Endurance: Growing, but still not enough.
✔ New Abilities:
Bone Armor (Passive) – Ogre's defense.
Enhanced Reflexes – Mutated goblin blood effect.
Shapeshift (Limited) – Stolen from my first victim.
Not bad. Not enough, but not bad.
I needed more.
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Where the Hell is My Horse?
After checking my status, I realized something.
I hadn't seen my horse in days.
I sighed and opened the window. The stable I was renting space at was visible from here.
There he was. My poor, neglected horse.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Like he knew.
Like he f*cking knew.
I groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I'll feed you tomorrow. Calm down."
I shut the window before his judgmental gaze made me feel worse.
Then, finally, I went to sleep.
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Waking Up in Some Weird A Room**
I was expecting to wake up in my inn room.
I did not expect to wake up in a white void that stretched infinitely in every direction.
I blinked. "The f*ck?"
Then, I noticed someone standing in front of me.
A man.
Dressed in fancy white robes, glowing slightly, looking way too smug.
I immediately knew what he was.
A god.
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I Have Questions, and He's Not Answering Sh*t
I crossed my arms. "Alright, who the hell are you?"
The man smiled. "Oh, good, you catch on quickly. I was hoping you wouldn't waste time screaming or panicking."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're some god, right? What do you want?"
He chuckled. "Ah, straight to the point. I like that."
I was not in the mood.
"Alright, listen, buddy, I have a lot of f*cking questions."
He raised a hand. "Little time. Choose wisely."
I narrowed my eyes. "Little time? The hell does that mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like." He shrugged. "You'll wake up soon. This is a temporary meeting."
Great. Even my f*cking dreams have time limits.
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The Most Important Question
I inhaled. Exhaled.
"Fine. Then let's start with the obvious: Why am I here?"
The god smiled.
Then he leaned forward slightly and said, with zero hesitation—
"Because it's funny."
…
I stared at him.
"Excuse me?"
He grinned. "It's funny."
"It's Funny."
That's what he said.
I asked him why I was here.
Why I was thrown into a f*cking Otome Game as some early-game villain.
And the god, with his smug divine bullsh*t, looked me straight in the eyes and said—
"Because it's funny."
I stared.
I processed.
And then—
I exploded.
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"YOU F*CKING AHOLE!"**
I pointed a shaking finger at him. "THAT'S YOUR REASON?! 'IT'S FUNNY'?! YOU F*CKING PIECE OF—"
I let out a long, frustrated groan and grabbed my hair. "OH MY GOD—WAIT, NO—OH, YOU—"
The god just smiled.
Calm. Patient. Like he was watching a kid throw a tantrum.
Which only pissed me off more.
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"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?!"
I started pacing, gesturing wildly.
✔ I got thrown into a death flag-filled existence.
✔ I've had to dodge suspicion every damn day.
✔ I fought a f*cking ogre and almost DIED.
I turned back to him. "AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS WAS ALL FOR SOME F*CKING ENTERTAINMENT?!"
The god tilted his head slightly. "Yes."
I clenched my fists. "I swear to god—oh, wait, that's YOU—"
I was going to punch him.
I had to punch him.
I pulled my fist back—
And my hand went straight through his face.
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Punching a God is Useless
I stumbled forward, nearly falling. "What the—?"
The god chuckled. "You can't hit me, you know."
I waved my hand through his body again. It was like punching air.
I squinted. "You're not real?"
"Oh, I'm real," he said. "But this place isn't."
I blinked.
Looked around.
The white void stretched infinitely in all directions.
No doors. No walls. No escape.
I was trapped in a dream with a divine jacka.
"F*cking fantastic."
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The God is Still Smiling (And It's Pissing Me Off)
I crossed my arms. "Alright, then. Since I can't beat the sh*t out of you, how about some actual answers?"
The god tilted his head. "Hmm. Maybe."
"MAYBE?!"
"Depends on the question."
I inhaled. Exhaled. Okay. Stay calm.
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Question One: "Can I Go Back?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Can I leave this world?"
The god's smile didn't waver. "No."
I exhaled slowly. "Right. Okay. Figures."
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Question Two: "Am I the Only One?"
I tried again. "Am I the only person you threw into this world?"
The god's smile widened.
But he didn't answer.
I froze.
"Wait. Wait, WAIT. DON'T JUST SMILE—"
SNAP.
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Waking Up Back in Reality
I jerked awake, gasping.
I was back in my inn room.
✔ No infinite white void.
✔ No smug a god.**
✔ No answers.
Just the faintest echo of his voice in my head.
"Good luck. This'll be fun."
I flopped back onto the bed, groaning. "I hate everything."
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Final Thought – What the Hell Did That Mean?
Was I really the only one?
Or…
Did he throw someone else into this world too?
And if so—
Who?
One thing was clear.
This was NOT over.
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To Be Continued…