Prologue
When do you think a person dies?
Is it when their heart is pierced by a bullet?
No.
When they have an incurable disease?
No.
When they eat mushroom soup with deadly poison?
No, that's wrong.
From my experience, a person dies at the moment...
Then the Awakener Gallery appeared.
Views started rising rapidly.
Soon, recommendations and non-recommendations came pouring in, and comment notifications started ringing noisily.
How many minutes had passed?
Somehow, the recommendation count had surpassed the gallery cut, and a small, pretty star mark appeared next to the title.
Just as I confirmed that my post had safely made it to the gallery, my consciousness began to fade as the tension released.
"Kkuk... shit..."
With a thud, the body that had been barely holding on while kneeling collapsed.
In the vision that was darkening like sinking into ink, a small blue star twinkled faintly.
"...Huhu."
Still, it was fortunate that I got to post the gallery before dying.
I didn't want to see the faces of those awakener bastards docking my cock every day, but with this, there's no regret left.
'Bye bye, my pretty gallery.'
Ah.
Really, it was a good life.
"...What?"
And when I came to my senses again,
I had become a beautiful girl.
And as if waiting for it, a semi-transparent status window floated before my eyes.