I stared blankly at the unfamiliar room and the strange girl before me.
It seemed I’d snapped under real-world pressures and killed myself in a restroom stall.
The silver-haired girl calling herself a goddess—Elise—had delivered the news. Her waist-length hair shimmered like moonlight, held by a delicate butterfly clip. Beneath soft bangs lay a porcelain-doll face.
She claimed my soul overflowed with negative energy until I chose death.
But I remembered clearly: I’d never wanted to die. I voiced my doubt.
"Enough!" She waved dismissively from behind a desk, cutting me off. "Let’s skip your death details. Focus here!" She pulled a form from a drawer. "This is your Post-Death Preference Sheet. Like college entrance exams—pick your next life’s path. Got it?"
I nodded.
"First line," she pointed. "Choose your desired world."
She handed me a cute mechanical pencil. The form’s footnote read:
*Select one world type below. PS: Final placement may vary.*
Just like aiming for Tsinghua University but ending up at a vocational college…
Well. Roughly the same idea.
Six options waited at the bottom:
1. A brutal world of endless war.
2. A paradise where harem-building comes easy.
3. Your favorite novel or anime world.
4. A bizarre realm of non-human species.
5. A bone-chilling horror world.
6. A mysterious, wondrous world.
My eyes locked onto option two. Without hesitation, I wrote:
*A paradise where harem-building comes easy.*
"Tch. Scumbag," Elise scoffed aloud.
Ignoring her, I moved to the next line: Name.
I almost wrote my real name—Xia Tianze—but spotted the note:
*This will be your name in the new world.*
My pencil stopped. Instantly, I scrawled:
*Rogied Diflute*—a regal, domineering alias I’d dreamed up years ago.
"Pfft. Seriously? Who uses medieval European names these days?" Elise snorted, apparently forgetting her own name’s origin. This goddess had mocked me since we met. What had I done to deserve this?
…I chose to ignore her again.
Third line: Desired profession. Hero. Mage. Swordsman. Archer. Gunslinger…
I wrote: *Hero.*
"Shameless to the core!" she snapped for the third time.
I glanced up, then kept writing.
Fourth line: Race selection. Divine Folk. Human Folk. Insect Folk. Beastfolk. Elf Folk…
I circled the first option without pause: *Divine Folk.*
My form was complete:
**World:** A paradise where harem-building comes easy
**Name:** Rogied Diflute
**Profession:** Hero
**Race:** Divine Folk
"Anything else to add, you utterly shameless waste of space?" Elise’s gaze dripped with contempt. She’d never met anyone so brazen.
I just rolled my eyes.
The options existed for a reason. If she disliked my choices, she shouldn’t have listed them! Besides—I was already dead. After a miserable first life, settling for "ordinary" would be a betrayal. So I declared earnestly:
"For supplementary traits… I want to be devastatingly handsome. Unbelievably powerful! Crushing all rivals like second-place finishers. I need legendary abilities—Seiten Taisei’s staff, Dragon Slayer Sword, Infernal Burst Slash, Seventy-Two Transformations… Honestly, I’ve idolized Sun Wukong since childhood—"
"Enough!" Elise cut me off impatiently. "That all?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
She smirked. "I thought you’d demand obscene wealth or tribal chieftain status. Easy mode for life."
"Damn it! Why didn’t I think of that?!" I clutched my head in regret. "Can I add it now?"
"Nope!" She snatched the form. *Whoosh*—it vanished.
"Reincarnation begins now! Remember: all choices may have slight variations!"
"Got it! Stop nagging, you hag-like bitch goddess!" I finally snapped. "Why the sour face since we met? If you hate me so much, come bite me!"
Elise’s eyes flashed fury. She lunged—but my body dissolved into thin air.
…Reincarnation had activated.
Darkness swallowed everything. At first, I thought I’d closed my eyes. But when I deliberately squeezed them shut again, I realized: the space itself had gone pitch-black.
An empty waiting room. Silent. Still.
A robotic female voice soon echoed:
"ERROR. TWO CONFLICTS DETECTED.
ERROR 1: Divine Folk cannot be Heroes. Adjust race or profession?"
*Divine Folk don’t need saving,* I realized. Heroes were for mortals.
But… becoming a Hero was my ultimate fantasy. I couldn’t give it up.
With a sigh, I changed my race: *Human Folk.*
"ERROR 2: ‘Paradise where harem-building comes easy’ is under maintenance. Forced entry may corrupt birth data. Recommended alternatives:
—A brutal world of endless war
—A bone-chilling horror world
—A mysterious, wondrous world
Proceed with adjustment?"
