"Since I'm transmigrating, I must be going to become a hero, right?"
"The Demon Lord wouldn't be a bad choice either."
"A dragon, an elf, or some other fantasy creature would work, too."
"Surely I won't turn into a goblin, right?"
"What do you mean you can't give me a job because I don't have a household registration?"
After transmigrating into an undocumented resident of another world, Fildia had no choice but to take out a loan from loan sharks to buy a household registration and go to school in hopes of changing her fate. But after graduating, she discovered that a magic degree was less useful than a lumberjack's certificate issued by a goblin.
To pay off her debt, she hijacked the warning arrays of the churches in seven kingdoms, put on a homemade pale magitech bodysuit, and started livestreaming as a costumed hero.
"The void element can weave fate." The white apparition muttered obscure words, though in truth she was explaining A Guide to Developing a Magic GPS.
Her followers frantically took notes, completely absorbed, unaware that the streamer was sitting there with a look of despair. On her desk lay a note from the loan-sharking fairy: "Pay up, or I'll smash your kneecaps!"
Life was miserable, but at least it was bearable, until...
The Hero Girl, who propped her holy sword against his neck every night, used magic to trace him to his basement hideout.
A yandere sea siren diligently studied how to hijack his livestream signal. Every day, she murmured over the broadcast in her siren's voice about a nonexistent wedding date, and threatened to follow the signal and find him someday.
The socially anxious Demon Lord, who had spent years hiding in a dungeon, suddenly broke out of her cage and said she was coming to give him psychological counseling.
Fildia hadn't paid much attention to any of this. After all, who doesn't talk big?
That was until one day, her front door was suddenly blown apart, and smoke from the explosion filled the air.
"Holy crap, a box?!"
