Life is unfair. I spent three years preparing for the civil service exam, and finally passed the written test. Then, on my way to the interview, a car made contact with my body at a negative distance.
But I was happy, because the vehicle that killed me was a big truck. A perfectly standard big truck, six meters long and weighing 12,000 kilograms.
Oh, I mean, you know what happened. I transmigrated, and I even got a System.
I woke up, or to be precise, after my whole life had passed, and the System told me to hurry up and wake up because I had an interview to get to.
I said, "What interview?"
The System said, "The civil service interview."
Great! All my hard work had paid off. In my next life, I could still make it into the glorious ranks of the civil service...
Wait, why the hell is this a Japanese civil service interview?!
If I pass, I let down the twelve years of compulsory education my country gave me. If I fail, I let down the three years I spent studying for the civil service exam.
But I can tell the difference between twelve and three, so I choose...
Sorry, I choose handsome men.
The world I live in is just a video game. The System, or rather, the game's CM, tells me that most of the handsome men designed by the writers are criminals.
I don't want a long-distance relationship.
I mean, with him in prison and me outside.
So I choose to become a police officer. At least if my boyfriend goes in, I can work as a prison guard and it won't count as a long-distance relationship.
At the police academy, I work hard, show courage, and risk my life for others. Even the instructors respect me and say I'm a rising star.
Maybe that's just an Asian thing. If I don't push myself, I feel like I'll die.
Oh, strictly speaking, I really could die. The System says that if I don't follow the main plot and become an important NPC, the writing team might just kill me off.
I don't particularly want to live, but I don't particularly want to die either. I'll settle for barely living.
I work really hard and give it my all, until they discover that I'm afraid of blood.
All the offers I'd received until my hands were sore are withdrawn. Only the seniors from the explosives unit and the publicity department ask if I want to join them.
Join you? In your dreams! At least leave me the prison guard job!
Forget it, I can't be a police officer. No matter, I can still become a cri... ugh.
That sounds awful. I should call it an assassin, like that guy from O-jo. The local version, of course.
At this organization that sells alcohol, I continue to uphold the special virtue of East Asians: competing relentlessly.
After all, the System says that because the modeler thought character models were too much trouble, as long as I don't destroy them, I can pick up dead models and reuse them.
Great! Dear motherland, which one do you want? I'll help you kill... I mean, bring him back!
I'm living a very happy life, truly. I feel like every day of my life is full of meaning.
But for some reason, the happier I am, the more afraid everyone else gets. Some even tremble when they see me.
Still, I'm happy... until my handsome man, I mean, my fellow police academy graduate, appears in the organization.
My blond, dark-skinned classmate looks at me with emotion. "Hojo, I knew you hadn't given up on becoming a police officer! That's wonderful!"
My black-haired, blue-eyed classmate nods in agreement. "You've worked hard. Let's keep at it together from now on."
Looking at the two classmates who are obviously undercover, I fall into a deep silence.
What do I do? I'm not undercover!
So I'm the one in prison and my boyfriend's on the outside? Is this a long-distance relationship after all?
P.S. The main story is written in third person. The pairing is tentatively with Toru, though it could also be a harem. We'll see.
The protagonist is a chaotic fun-seeker with no sense of right and wrong who flirts with everyone. As long as she's having fun, that's all that matters.
Theme: Desire nothing and you cannot be conquered; do nothing and nothing will remain undone
