In the end, I stand before the red-haired goddess.
Everyone else has received blessings and can now see their status.
The blonde-haired goddess is reacting strangely to the rank.
I think the rank is probably the most important part of the status, so if possible, I’d be happy with a rank like “B.”
“You’re the last, right… huh?”
When the red-haired goddess touched the back of my left hand, she had a confused look on her face.
A bad feeling is creeping up on me. I often get these kinds of feelings, and they’re usually right. I don’t want this ability, though…
“This is strange. Why are you here?”
“…I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I’m not here by my own will, so being asked that doesn’t help me.
“Shirley, what’s wrong?”
“Well, this one isn’t on the list, Tiraya.”
It seems the red-haired goddess is named Shirley, and the blonde-haired goddess is named Tiraya.
Knowing the names of the goddesses doesn’t really matter, but it still feels like I should be worried about it if I don’t think of something.
I’ve always been tormented by anxiety, and that’s why I’ve always resorted to escapism.
A hologram appears in front of Tiraya.
She sees it and her eyes widen in shock.
“…This one… seems to still be alive.”
Did I just hear something ominous? Am I still alive?
“This is strange! All the children I brought should be dead!”
Tiraya is starting to panic.
“Calm down, Tiraya.”
“How can I calm down, Doras!”
So, the handsome god is named Doras?
No, that’s not important right now—why is she freaking out like this?
If I’m still alive, is that a problem? Aren’t they just supposed to send me back to the original world?
“I was the one who negotiated with the god of Fast Cloud! I got permission for the souls of the dead, but if they find out I brought a living person, what will they say?! Ahh, this is bad!”
I see. So this is the reason Tiraya is so panicked.
“More importantly, what should we do with this one?”
“What should we do…?”
“We can’t send him back now.”
“Don’t say it like it’s some kind of return policy…”
“Alright, we’ll dispose of him!”
Hey, Tiraya! Don’t say that, it’s not a joke when you say it like that!
“If you do that and the god of Fast Cloud finds out, you’ll have no excuse. Why don’t you just apologize?”
Shirley, are you a goddess too?
“I think it’s better to just apologize to the god of Fast Cloud, don’t you think?”
“You’re fine! I’m the one who has to bow down! I’ll be the one who has to hear all the sarcastic comments. It’s just so annoying!”
What are you saying? Just apologize already!
“Are you really going to dispose of him?”
“I think we should stop…”
“I’ve already decided! He’s going to be disposed of!”
“Eh…”
Is this really happening?
Why does it always end up like this for me?
What have I even done?
“Because of you, we’re in a dangerous situation now! You piece of trash!”
I think Tiraya has much more of a trashy mindset than I do.
“Hahaha. Calling me trash! You’re going to dispose of me, huh!”
The guy with the stone-breaking fist laughs like an idiot, holding his stomach.
The other classmates are also looking at me with contempt.
I wonder what kind of faces they’ll make if they end up in my shoes.
I’ve always suppressed my emotions like fear and anxiety, never letting them show.
That’s how I’ve survived.
You guys have never experienced that, have you? It almost drives you crazy. You should experience that fear for yourselves.
“That’s wrong! If he’s still alive, please send Isurugi-kun back to the original world!”
Only Kei Mirei stands up for me and steps in front of me.
At that moment, Doras moves, and the tip of a spear is thrust into Kei Mirei ’s stomach.
“Ugh…”
Kei Mirei loses consciousness and falls to the ground.
What the hell are these people doing?!
“You guys are the worst. You brought me here for your own convenience, and now you’re going to dispose of me just because it’s inconvenient for you?”
I was brought here by these so-called gods, even though I was still alive.
If they’d just admit their mistake and send me back to Earth, that would be enough. But no, they’ll probably just say I’m dead. So why should I bear it and stay silent?
“Huh? You’re being cheeky.”
“Cheeky? Who’s the fool who brought me here when I was still alive, huh?”
“W-who are you calling a fool?!”
I point at Tiraya.
“You, you piece of trash. And you too, what’s this ‘I think we should stop’ crap? In the end, you won’t stop, right? Then you’re just like her. And you! You attacked Kei-san who tried to defend me? Don’t screw with me! Seeing trash like you makes me sick!”
I say all of this in a single breath.
This is just a fraction of what I’ve been holding inside.
But it’s become a habit to suppress everything, and I’m not able to say it properly.
“Well said! Don’t swallow the spit you just spat out!”
“You’re calling us trash? A lowly person like you is getting cocky!”
“To call me trash, you’re terrible. The Disposal Hero, huh?”
“Brace yourselves!”
The so-called “gods” unleash a blinding light, and in an instant, I am erased from existence.
“You guys are the worst! You deserve divine punishment!”
“Hahaha! We’re gods, you trash!”
Tiraya’s words are the last thing I hear as I lose consciousness.
