Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) Dead World: Against Time

(Zzaassh!)

After splitting the monster in two with my sword, the creature dissolved into a black mist, leaving a trail of ash that slled of rotten at.

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At that very instant, a familiar notification appeared before my eyes.

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"Hmph..."

It was just a sigh, a routine thought. Just another day in this broken world.

"Pathetic."

My voice sounded like a harsh whisper in the silence of the destroyed street. The monster hadn't been a challenge, just another aberration in a sea of aberrations. The buildings around were just skeletons of tal and concrete, and the sky had a reddish hue that I didn't rember seeing in the life I had lost.

"...."

I adjusted the grip on my sword, its familiar cold weight in my hand. The system had called it a "zombie," but it was nothing more than an empty shell, driven by a hunger that had devoured what was once a human being.

"Really... pathetic."

The title of "zombie slayer" was as ridiculous as everything else in this hell.

"...But I'm the most pathetic one."

The thought was a poison I knew well.

"...."

My hand tightened around the hilt of my sword, feeling the familiar cold of the tal.

"How was I supposed to know this was going to happen...?"

My gaze was lost on the reddish horizon. For an instant, the past superimposed itself on the present, and the rubble of the city transford into a painful mory.

"...."

I grieved. I grieved for what I had been, for what I had done. Because deep down, I knew the truth. The world hadn't gone to hell because of a natural disaster or the act of a vengeful god. The world had gone to hell because of .

I was a socially withdrawn girl who never fit in. While the others talked about boys, clothes, and parties, I sat alone, absorbed in the worlds I created in my mind. I found solace in fantasy and the occult, an escape from a reality that rejected . The books on spells and rituals, which I secretly bought from second-hand stores, were my only company. I spent entire afternoons trying conjurations that promised fortune or power, black magic rituals that, in retrospect, were obvious scams. My life was a constant attempt to be part of sothing bigger, of a world that didn't marginalize , a world I felt I deserved.

"........."

I got lost in my own bubble, so absorbed in my fantasy that I didn't realize the mistake I was about to make.

But one day, while I was following my usual routine of reading a magic grimoire I had bought online, a strange ssage appeared on my screen.

"What is this?"

It wasn't an email or a social dia notification; it was just there.

The text began in that way and continued, revealing secrets that only I knew. It spoke of my deepest fears, my failures in school, and the rituals I had attempted in my room by candlelight.

It seed to know everything about .

It proclaid itself a supernatural being, an entity willing to reveal the truth of everything and the aning of life.

"Could it be true...?"

My heart, so yearning for magic and fantasy, accepted the offer with a naivete that now embarrassed .

"First, show that what you say is true."

But a small part of , still skeptical, asked for a test.

In response to my request demanding proof, that was the answer it instantly gave .

"....."

In response, at that mont I ran out into the garden.

"It's real!!"

And I saw it. The sun was shining with a blinding light, but a silent downpour began to fall from the cloudless sky. It was a rain that didn't get things wet, it just fell. And in the midst of it all, a rainbow appeared. It wasn't a rainbow of vibrant colors, but one of predominantly cold, diluted, almost imperceptible tones that ford in the sky like a ghostly halo.

Looking back, that rainbow could have been the first clue that sothing was wrong, but...

"I accept!!"

...At that mont, I didn't realize it.

And blinded by the illusion of being sothing more, sothing important, I decided to cooperate with the entity. Its ssages, which before seed like a joke or a trick, were now my only hope. I obeyed every instruction, from the simplest to the strangest, with the blind faith of soone drowning and clinging to any plank. Gathering all the materials: the splinters of burnt wood, the ground glass, and the most peculiar objects it asked for.