Tokyo: The Manageress Is on Her Own Again Today

Kondo was reborn in Tokyo as a shut-in who had died alone.

Just as he was preparing to reenter society, a problem arose.

He owned only one outfit: a moldy set of loungewear.

[The Second Chance at Life System has been activated]

[Please make your choice]

[A. The brave face a bleak life head-on. Wear what you have and go to the event.]

[B. Take advantage of the situation. The recently abandoned Mrs. Haruka next door on the left is fretting over whether to throw away those eyesore clothes.]

[C. The muscle-bound uncle next door on the right has gotten even bigger pecs and hips. He has a pile of ill-fitting old clothes he needs to get rid of.]

[D. Making trouble for others is the first step toward building relationships. Ask the apartment manager to lend you something to wear.]

Hmm, this is starting to feel like a gal game.

Miss Manager, you have all those cosplay outfits, so why did you lend me a host club suit of all things?

Princess Saori, care to explain why your old-school otaku getup is more eye-catching than my host suit?

System, that atmosphere you call "loneliness" as a reward... are you hinting that I should get into show business?

I just want to make money.

Fine. If you insist, I don't mind taking on one more job.