I Became a Cool-Faced, Adorable Girl, and I Don't Want to Save the World

[Transformation] [Plot-Driven] [Slow-Burn Main Story] [Unhinged Side Stories]

One afternoon, a love letter, and a cup of coffee.

After drinking it, I woke up to find that I'd changed from an expressionless, friendless boy into a pink-haired beauty, though I still had no expression.

After managing to explain away the red-haired girl lying on top of me, I gradually began to take a good look at myself, and at who I'd been before.

"I've really become a girl..."

"I seem to be able to create dreams, too..."

"Some people around me seem to have forgotten who I was before. Hmm, it looks like their memories of me have been completely replaced by this body's memories.*

"Huh? Why is my sister messaging me?"

"What? She still remembers who I was before?"

What a hassle...

People often say that a person only truly dies after losing the place society has given them.

And now I've become a cute, expressionless girl, completely losing the social identity I used to have.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

Now that I've become one of the [Displaced], all I can do is take things one step at a time.

A day later, I'm still expressionless, still a pink-haired beauty.

"Am I going crazy?"

"Or is the world going crazy?"

Whatever. I'll just keep living with this expressionless face.

For love and memories, or something like that.

Hey, what do you mean, you're sending me to save the world?!

That's not how the script goes, is it?!