My Ability Is OOOO (2)
- Wake up! %^&**& !!! -
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- *##Get u$%% !!! -
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- &***&It's me, you %$$$$$$ !!! -
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Who the hell keeps whining in my ear?
What is it?
- Wake up, you idiot!!! -
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A clear, transparent female voice pierced sharply into my ears.
"I'm up!"
I answered and regained my senses, looking around to find myself standing in the middle of the beach and sand I had just seen in the mirror.
I widened my eyes and scanned the surroundings, trying to find the owner of the voice that had just assaulted my eardrums.
Whoosh...
But I only heard the sound of waves crashing against the beach; there was no sign of anyone else.
"..?"
- If you're awake, start moving forward. -
"!!!"
No sooner had the voice finished than footprints appeared in front of the sandy beach...?
It looked exactly like those yellow circular markers in games that guide you to a designated destination at the start of a tutorial.
- Hurry up and go! -
Startled by the menacingly urging voice, I hurriedly followed orders, stepping onto the markers one by one, and asked, "Wait, who are you..."
- Me? Ah~ do I have to introduce myself like a human? What a drag... Hey. I’m only saying this once, so consider it an honor and etch it into your brain. -
"..."
Seriously, is everyone here obsessed with authoritarianism?
I’ve never met a single one who didn't have a massive ego when I asked for their identity.
Fine.
Let's see just how high and mighty you are.
I closed my eyes to focus on the voice.
- Keep your eyes open and don't stop walking! -
"Yes..."
I snapped my eyes open at the goddess's voice, which was brimming with annoyance, and started walking blindly.
A moment later, a dignified female voice echoed from the sky.
- I am the proxy of the 1st Generation Main God, and the administrator of the Akashic Records, 'The One Enthroned', 'Metatron'. -
"...."
- Well? Answer me. -
"Yes?"
- No, have you never heard my name before? I'm quite taken aback that you have no reaction even after hearing it... -
"Ah, no..."
Metatron’s voice, filled with disappointment, reached my ears.
- I don't like this. Hmph, my pride is a little hurt. One point deduction. -
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Huh?
Yes??
A sudden point deduction?
You're just going to proceed without even consulting the person being penalized?
I, who was born and raised in a country that evaluates a human's worth from the moment they're born—competing and surviving—am getting points deducted from the start?
Scratching my pride like this?
I can't stand for this!
I was about to explode, but remembering who I was dealing with, I immediately stopped walking to save my life, threw myself onto the sandy floor in a perfect prostration, and shouted.
"Oh... oh my! Such a high and mighty being! Descending before me!!!"
The so-called Dogeza!
When it comes to begging, this is the gold standard.
Look at this posture, which radiates sincerity! Please, feel my sincerity!
I want to live!
I stayed silently in the prostration position for a while.
H... did I win her over?
Is it still not enough...?
I’ve gone this far, please just let it slide!
Just as I was getting exhausted, a female voice filled with amusement echoed from the sky.
- Pahahahaha! What kind of etiquette is this? Kukukuk! You~ you're pretty funny. I like it. I'll cancel the deduction. -
"Thank you!"
- I got it, so lift your head, stand up, and keep walking~ -
"Yes!"
That’s it!!!! This is what I’m talking about!
Arigato Japan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even though I’ve never been there on a trip... I’ve always relied on them (?) so much...
Even in death, I’m relying on them again!
Far country, neighbor country, close country, neighbor country... Japan!
We are the world!
The world is connected even in death!
Cheering inwardly, I lifted my head, stood up, and started walking on the circular yellow markers.
- Now, based on the path you've walked, I will strictly evaluate you and measure your ability. -
The amusement that filled the female voice a moment ago was gone...
It was replaced by a cold, stern tone... something like...
It sounded like an interviewer at a final job interview, ready to berate and judge the applicant with difficult questions.
"Aha, so you're measuring my ability based on the life I've lived?"
- Huh? What are you talking about? Obviously, I'll be measuring it based on the last year. Don't worry about it. -
Yes? One year...?
If it's the last year... I spent it as a senior corporal in the military, showing my juniors a model (?) example of a senior... and showing them my generosity...
And you're going to reflect that in my ability?
Ah, no!!!!!!!!!!!
"W-wait a minute! I don't think that's right!"
- Why? Ah~ are you feeling a bit insecure? -
"I-insecure! It's just... it's not really something I want to show... More than that, why are you specifically evaluating the last year?"
Insecure!
To use such a low-class expression...
But to reflect my final year of military service in the evaluation...
No.
I have to stop this at all costs!
Let's change the subject!
- Huh? Ah~ The Goddess of Justice requested it that way. -
"..."
My effort to change the subject was in vain; Metatron mentioned the Goddess of Justice without hesitation.
Aaaaaah!
Again! Again! Again! The Goddess of Justice again?
How on earth is that damn goddess a Goddess of Justice!
Why are you only picking on me!
Are you going to chase me to the ends of the earth just because I messed with you once (?)
Perhaps my inner thoughts were showing on my face, as Metatron, having read my expression, spoke as if to soothe me.
- Well, don't worry. The Goddess of Justice can only advise on my authority; she cannot interfere directly. -
"That's not it..."
- Then what? -
"Um..."
That's not it... damn it...
Doesn't everyone know...
How a senior corporal spends their time...
I'm screwed...
The evaluation is going to be the worst.
Just as I reached a conclusion and decided to accept the results,
- If it's hard to say, I'll see it for myself and judge. I'll only use it as a reference. -
"...?"
No sooner had Metatron finished speaking than I heard a sound like air being torn apart.
Fwooooooosh-
I looked up at the sky and saw a beam of light shooting down from the void toward my heart.
"... Sound from light? What kind of sound is faster than light..."
Having already started to naturally accept phenomena that shattered common sense, I looked down at my chest.
About three seconds passed.
Suddenly, my body turned transparent, then returned to normal, and began to blink on and off like a traffic light.
"Hieeeeeek! My body is disappearing!!!"
- You're noisy! Hmm~ The link is fixed... now to connect... -
Metatron, seemingly having thrown any consideration for me into the trash, dismissed my panic about potentially disappearing as "noisy" and focused solely on the link.
-... -
"..."
I stood there, holding up my hands, watching them turn transparent and back again, waiting for Metatron to finish.
How much time had passed?
Wait, are they even affected by time?
While I was having such trivial thoughts, Metatron’s slightly excited voice reached my ears.
- Yahoo! It's done! Ah~ I don't know why the Main God made it like this. It was hard to find and implement. -
"Are you all finished?"
- Yes. I've finished implementing the connection. -
"But why is my body still doing this..."
- Ah~ that will keep happening until I release the link. -
"Aha..."
- And you're not disappearing or anything, so stop being such a drama queen. -
"Drama queen! I was scared... I thought I was going to be erased just like that..."
- Ahem... -
When I complained in a deflated voice, Metatron cleared her throat, perhaps feeling a pang of conscience.
Should I take this chance to squeeze out some points?
No. Let's go fairly.
The evaluation is going to be at the bottom anyway...
I don't want to make the evaluation negative because of this.
A life lived solely by conscience...
I'll go all the way.
"Please, go ahead with the evaluation. Although... I think the evaluation will come out poorly anyway."
- ? We haven't even started, so why are you so sure of that yourself? -
"... I'll bet on the fact that you'll criticize me immediately after the evaluation is over."
- Did you kill someone? -
"No."
Kill someone! I'm even scared of getting blood on my body...
- Or are you just trash? -
"..."
I remained silent. The result would be obvious anyway.
If you don't expect anything, you're less disappointed.
It’s certain that it won't change.
To avoid disappointment, I accepted the result negatively.
- Hmm, let's just see and decide. Shall we go in! -
Yes? Go in?
You're not just looking?
Flustered, I lifted my head and looked at the void connected to my heart.
In the void, the faint, shimmering form of a woman appeared.
That is... what they call the most ideal three sizes...
B36-W24-H36...?
No, what am I saying right now?
My brain!
Get a grip!
They say men think about that even when they're dying—was that true?
No... this must be military sickness...
To catch that...
Hahahaha...
The shimmering female form shot through the beam of light connected to the void and into my heart in an instant.
And soon, she was facing me...
- You perverted bastard... -
"Kuh..."
As expected, it was Metatron, immediately berating me.
"Is this what you call a man's instinct..."
- Even making excuses... -
"Ah, what can I do? You're pretty. My eyes just reacted instinctively..."
- Pre...tty? Was my body pretty? -
"Yes. I don't know if my gaze was unpleasant to you, but... it was the best."
I lifted my left arm and gave a thumbs up to Metatron, who was facing me.
- You little... look at you talk. Fine, I'll look at you favorably. I really like you, you know? -
Metatron, who said she liked me, then sucked into my heart.
"... This isn't a horror movie... it's scary..."
Watching my body continue to repeat the cycle of turning transparent and back to normal, I sat down on the sandy floor, waiting endlessly for Metatron's evaluation.