Part 1 –
My life was not always harsh.
It began when.
I was born in a middle-class family, but my life with my parents was warm and nice.
With my cheerful mother and doting father, I thought my life would be easier.
I was happy with them, but that didn't last long.
My father's company went bankrupt, and my father was blamed as the traitor who leaked information about the company and asked for compensation for that.
My father defended us until his last moment and died by committing suicide with my mother.
And I was taken into custody by my grandmother, who raised me with her, and she died after I graduated.
I was left alone with myself.
I started living alone and worked in a company for three years,
"YOU ARE FIERED!!"
"Eh?"
"I'm sorry, but you..."
And I was fired because I hurt the ego of a high official, or so he said.
He also confiscated my certificates.
I lost my will to live and shut myself in my apartment.
After that,
"I'm sorry, Mister."
I was diagnosed with a terminal illness with only 8 months to live.
Every second seemed like hours; the doctor's words resounded in my head as I walked through the streets.
I stopped in the rain 🌧. Remembering my moments with my father, mother, and my grandmother, who did everything for me.
I began crying, screaming, cursing this damn life.
I have spent so much money on hospitals for my treatment until I was bedridden.
But the only things that kept me from despair are the games and anime.
My favorite ones are Minecraft, where you can do anything, and an anime where a man named "Hiraku" starts a new life in another world as a farmer. He was also bedridden like me before dying.
Part-2:
Like that, I started to spend my final moments with games and anime.
The hum of a laptop filled the small, dimly lit room.
On the glowing screen, blocky fields stretched endlessly, wheat swaying under a square sun. After playing, I watched anime.
He watched "isekai nonbri" and "reincarnated as a slime".like 10 times now.
Minecraft. His constant companion.
And beside the laptop, stacked neatly, were volumes of a manga he had read countless times—Isekai Nonbiri Nouka...and tensura.
. The slow, peaceful life of Hiraku, the farmer-village chief, always filled him with warmth.
MC (smiling weakly, whispering to himself):
"Man… if only I could live like that too. Farming, building, surrounded by good people. Not this hospital bed."
The smell of medicine lingered in the air.
The rhythmic beep… beep… of a heart monitor echoed softly.
Tubes and wires clung to his thin body.
His days had become a cycle of treatments, exhaustion, and quiet escapes into games and manga.
Yet even so, he laughed when a creeper blew up his farm.
He smiled when Hiraku welcomed another villager into his growing family.
Those simple joys gave him strength.
But tonight… his body was weaker than ever. Each breath felt heavier, like lead in his chest.
The doctor's words from earlier still rang in his ears:
"It won't be long now."
He didn't cry. He had already done enough of that.
Instead, he placed one trembling hand on his manga, and the other on his laptop keyboard.
MC (whispering):
"Minecraft… Isekai Nonbiri…and tensura.. thank you. You made this sick man's life fun."
The monitor beeped more slowly. His vision blurred.
MC (smiling faintly):
"If there's a next life… I'd like to live in a world like yours. Maybe as a farmer… or even as a friend of yours..'hiraku'."
The screen faded to black. The beeping flatlined.
…
Darkness. Silence.
Then—light.
Soft, radiant, endless.
A vast void stretched out, filled with floating cubes of light and stars drifting like pixels.
And there was a person, not an old-looking person, shifting obsidian and gold, who was a figure cloaked in radiance. His eyes glowed like twin galaxies, and his voice shook the void.
"So, you've arrived at last. A soul who loved creation, who dreamed of peace. Tell me, mortal… do you wish to live again?"
The boy blinked, stunned, then slowly laughed.
"…Wait, you're actually real? Don't tell me… you're the God of Creation? The one who sent Hiraku, the MC of the anime "Isekai Nonbri"
The god's lips curved into a smile.
And said.
"Indeed, I'm the creation God."
The boy's eyes widened in shock. Then—he grinned.
The god chuckled, his voice echoing like thunder.
God:
"Then speak, mortal. I shall grant you wishes before your reincarnation."
The boy's chest tightened—not from illness this time, but from excitement.
His new life… was about to begin.
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