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After a tragic and vain death, Kenjiro "Bombom" Tanaka, a bodybuilder obsessed with his own muscular physique, is reincarnated into a new world called Eldoria. To his horror, he awakens in the body of a beautiful, slender goth femboy—the complete opposite of everything he valued.

In this strange new world, physical strength is considered primitive, while androgynous beauty is the ultimate source of power, fame, and social currency. Forced to navigate a society where his new, delicate form is revered as a rare treasure, Kenjiro is consumed by a desire to regain the power he lost. His journey for revenge against a mysterious rogue scientist who insulted him leads him to join the Femboy Adventuring Guild. Alongside a bizarre and flirty cast of characters, including the guild's sharp-witted CEO and a comically earnest knight, Kenjiro must undertake missions, earn money through humiliating social media posts, and grapple with a mysterious new power that seems tied to the muscular man he used to be. The story follows his hilarious and frustrating quest to adapt to his new reality, find a different kind of strength, and maybe, just maybe, get payback.

I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

With Seraphina now an official (and begrudging) member of their party, they delved deeper into the cathedral. The unholy energy grew stronger with every step, a suffocating pressure that promised violence. They ascended a grand, crumbling staircase to the upper nave, where they found their next challenge.

In the center of the room, a mage in blood-red robes was chanting, a circle of smaller, chittering demons spawning around him.

"He's reinforcing their numbers!" Seraphina commanded. "Slayer, take the mage! The rest of you, handle the demons!"

As the party sprang into action, a wicked idea sparked in Kenjiro's mind. He discreetly activated the hover-drone. He remembered Seraphina's disdain, but the potential Femboy Coin earnings were too tempting. The livestream flickered to life, and the chat immediately went wild.

Kenjiro waded into the weaker demons, his fists and feet a blur. He was a whirlwind of righteous fury and purple skirt, easily dispatching the lesser fiends while the rest of the party focused on the stronger ones.

The chat, of course, was focused on him.

Kenjiro's face went scarlet. "S-STOP BEING WEIRD, CHAT!" he yelled at the drone.

Seraphina, in the middle of launching a holy bolt at a larger demon, glanced over at him, her brow furrowed. "What did I tell you about streaming?"

Kenjiro met her icy gaze, stuck his tongue out, and said, "Smileeee!" before turning back to the fight. Seraphina just sighed and refocused on the battle.

As Kenjiro rushed toward another weak demon, DragonSlayer69 subtly extended his leg. Kenjiro tripped, sprawling onto the cold stone floor with his butt hiked in the air—a perfect shot for the hovering drone. The chat went into a complete frenzy.

He scrambled up, his face a mask of pure rage. "YOU DUMBASS! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

DragonSlayer69 just laughed, pointing his sword at Seraphina, who was effortlessly obliterating demons. "She's mine, Bombom! Don't get in my way!" He then charged into the fray. "Look at me, my dear!"

"SHUT UP, YOU JERK! SHE'S ALL MINE!" Kenjiro roared back, his jealousy and anger fueling his attacks.

Between the party's combined might and the internal rivalry, they finished off the remaining demons and the red mage in short order. A massive, ornate door at the end of the nave creaked open, revealing a staircase leading up.

They ascended to the highest floor, the bell tower, which served as the reliquary. There, standing before a corrupted altar where the Sunstone should have been, was the high demon. He didn't look like the others. He was dressed in fine, noble clothing, and his features were handsome, almost angelic. The only things that betrayed his nature were his burning red eyes and an aura of absolute dread that washed over them, promising a swift and painful death.

The entire party froze in place. It wasn't a spell; it was pure, primal fear. Gluteus's shield felt impossibly heavy. Lyrielle couldn't utter a single word of her healing chants. Kaito's tail went rigid, and DragonSlayer's bravado vanished, replaced by a pale, terrified mask. Even Kenjiro, for all his rage, found his limbs locked, his body refusing to obey.

Only Seraphina seemed immune, her holy aura protecting her from the paralyzing fear. She looked back at her frozen, wide-eyed allies.

"Move, everyone!" she yelled, her voice strained. "You have to move!"

But they couldn't. They were statues, trapped in the gaze of the devil himself.

The Paralysis of Fear