I'm at a Loss, Too, Now That Everyone Thinks I'm a God

[Third-person narration | Delusion-fueled, irresistible male lead]

After transmigrating into the future, you find yourself from the start in a house with bare walls and two little mouths waiting to be fed. You have no choice but to return to your old line of work and become a miserable nine-to-nine office drone.

Then the System tells you that you have to be a chivalrous hero who fights injustice and hates evil.

You: ?

In a futuristic, high-tech interstellar age, why do you have a martial arts-hero vibe?

The System refuses to listen: Your life is about to enter its countdown. You have to do good deeds to extend your lifespan.

You: ??

What a peculiar little thing.

Fine, doing good deeds between shifts can be a nice way to cultivate your character.

But why do people keep coming up to you and saying things you can't understand?

Following you around would be bad enough, but they even try to get handsy?

Thank goodness you're good at fighting. The safety of this planet both delights and worries you.

While working part-time as a bartender at a bar:

You roll up your black sleeves, revealing a toned forearm that glows pale beneath the warm yellow lights. Your long, slender fingers wrap around a clear glass, water droplets clinging to their tips, damp and glistening. Anyone would want to lick them away.

In the darkness, you can almost hear countless people swallowing.

While handing out flyers in a mascot suit at an amusement park:

You remove the rabbit mascot's head. Your black bangs are damp, clinging to your cheek, and your eyes are as cool as the night.

While training at a dessert shop:

You lower your eyes, intently watching the creation taking shape in your hands. Light falls from above, casting shadows on either side of your high nose bridge. The sounds around you gradually fade into silence.

While working as a host at a nightclub: ... Your hand trembles. Why are all your customers men?

A mysterious figure has appeared in the Aiyin Empire. He has black hair and dark eyes, with a cool expression and a gaze that seems to look down on everything. More importantly, his mental power is so strong that even S-rank special forces soldiers tremble before him.

No one knows where he came from or what he wants. Everyone sent to make contact with him has failed.

It seems they have no choice but to observe him in secret first, watching him go in and out of bars, amusement parks, dessert shops, nightclubs, and other places every day... Working part-time?

No, no, no. There must be some deeper meaning to all of this that they haven't figured out!

You: ...???

I'm really just working part-time! How does doing good deeds make me a mysterious powerhouse? Could you please make your wild theories at least a little less ridiculous?

* The protagonist appears to be a cold, expressionless heartthrob, but inside he's a money-loving, sarcastic goofball. He's irresistible, and everyone is drawn to him, covets him, and falls for him. He has admirers everywhere.

* Delusion-fueled misinterpretations, secret identities, the secret identities stay hidden, and the protagonist's aura never fades. This should be quite a satisfying read.

* The pairing isn't set. It depends on how the characters behave. Expect a love rivalry.

Screenshot archived on September 21, 2024.

First revision on December 25, 2024.

Theme: Work hard and strive without complaint.