It's humiliating to confess, but I spent my entire life doing nothing.
Which is ironic, because I really hate doing nothing.
Ironic, isn't it? I died doing the very same thing: nothing whatsoever.
One evening, I was reading a BL manga, and in a scene where the alpha finally confessed to the omega — his scorching eyes nearly searing the page — I became so excited that I had a heart attack.
Yes. A heart attack. Over fictional characters.
Pathetic? Absolutely.
As I gasped there, holding my chest, I prayed to whatever god was present. "Please — just give me another chance! I'll do better this time! I know everything now. I can cook, I can clean, I can be as quiet as a mouse. I'll serve others! Just give me another chance. Make me someone's servant — or a mouse — anything!"
After what seemed like an eternity of agony, everything went dark.
I thought that was it. I was dead.
But then, a blinding flash of light burst behind my eyes. I was treated to the sound of laughter all around me — ringing, otherworldly, like dozens of scornful bells.
Gods? Were they laughing at me?
My anger seethed. Yes, I knew I failed — but must they laugh in my face?
I attempted to open my eyes, determined to give them a piece of my mind (or a piece of my fist). But when I finally got them pried open, everything was fuzzy.
How was I going to battle divine creatures with these wobbly, half-working eyes?!
And then I heard a tiny, shocked squeak on either side of me.
"Have you risen, Miss?"
Geez. Even the gods were taunting me now.
Incensed, I croaked out, "I'll have risen when my fist meets your face!"
A loud thump, then a rush of desperate apologies.
What in the world was happening?
Blurring my eyes, I made out the slight outline of a young woman crouched by my side.
I felt a second to actually look around — or at least as much as my treacherous eyes permitted.
I was on a bed. No, not merely a bed — an opulent one, covered in satin sheets so silky it was like drifting on a cloud.
Light poured through the room that seemed to stretch on forever, rendering everything unreal-looking.
When I attempted to heave myself upwards, the kneeling woman quickly held a pillow behind me, supporting me with soft hands.
At last, my voice was low, almost hesitant.
"What… what is going on here?"