My Angel Is Out of Their Mind

Dying is already a failure.

Waking up in front of an overly pleased angel who offers you to choose a new class is a very bad idea.



— ANGEL, I’M ABOUT TO BECOME A PANCAKE!!!

— Oh? Did you even read the terms and conditions?

— WHO EVEN READS THE TERMS?!

— Well, there you go.



I was supposed to become a great hero, a mage, or at least someone reasonable.



Instead, I got these options:



"Drunken Prophet" (your predictions are accurate… but only after a liter of alcohol).

"Lord of Pigeons" (battle pigeons. Yes, exactly.).

"Dock Worker" (stable job, stress-free, but WHY?!).

I refused and tried to create my own class.



And guess what happened?



ERROR 404: CLASS NOT FOUND.



— What’s that sound? Why is everything flashing red?!

— Oh… looks like your choice broke reality a little bit.

— WHAT THE HELL?!



Now the world is glitching, the angel is laughing, and I’m falling from the sky into the unknown.



And this is just the beginning.