After being decapitated and transmigrating for a second time, one person still feels that his experiences have been nothing but awful.
It was just a simple convention event, just a simple cosplay, just a simple matter of starting a cult, just a simple matter of eating someone...
Ah, sorry. That last one really wasn't simple. So he grinned as he killed the scumbag boss who forced him to eat people, along with all his cannibal-loving pals. Then he stabbed himself, said bye-bye, and planned to throw himself into hell, where he could brush up on anthropology.
But before he could learn any anthropology, he opened and closed his eyes, and a second-transmigration starter pack came crashing down on him. He had transmigrated to a society that looked a lot like human society.
...And he was still a "person" who looked a lot like a human.
--A perfect fit, isn't it? In this inhuman world, I'm still a living, breathing "person."
.
In a dimly lit bar.
The white-haired young man smiled at the hawk-eyed boy across from him, who had been rambling on and on, and said softly:
"Still, no matter how lucky someone is, if they want to die, there's no way they'll survive."
"So why are you still alive?"
"Want me to help?"
Theme: "On the Tragic Love Story Caused by Having the Same Voice"
