I Killed Myself To Go To Another World But I'm Not Having A Particularly Good Time There

Chapter 1: The Introduction To Every Good Light Novel Is An Entire Chapter Explaining The Main Character’s Background

“Again? That’s got to be the fifth time in a row,” he said, wiping his eyes with a roll of tissue paper. He grabbed it, ripped off a portion of it, and dabbed at the corner of his eyes as the accumulation of all the sweat he had garnered was wiped off. “Man, this game must suck or I’m just that unlucky.”

‘Probably the latter’, he thought. Sighing, he closed his PC, attempting, and failing, at dulling the aching pain in his heart, and also staring sadly at his own reflection staring back at him through his monitor.

“Hello,” he said to himself, clinging on to the last semblance of his sanity as he could feel his own eyes stare back at him with an emotion he discerned as disgust. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered, looking down at his table, slamming his fist down as drops of water rained down above him from his opened can of soda.

There were fizzy droplets on his arm, and he lacked the proper motivation to wipe them away. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.

If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.

‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come into his room and made it home.

“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his cupboard, but other than that, he was a gremlin stuck to his chair, and he wouldn’t have had it either way.

But on some days, even that was tiring. Everything….was tiring, even….living….sometimes.

He had been alone for who knows how long, the last ‘human’ interaction other than those online was his landlord, and that was a couple of months ago. He was utterly, and completely starved of human interaction.

And he wouldn’t have had it….either way?

Was that really what he wanted, he questioned himself.

To be alone.

Lonely.

No one to talk to.

Interact with.

Share a couple of laughs with.

Fall in lo-

“Stop,” he told himself, but his mind was racing at a mile a minute, coming up with what seemed to be an infinite amount of examples that even he was getting hard to keep track with. At that moment in time, at that location, he wanted to crawl up into a ball.

And die.

“Please, stop,” he said to himself again, knowing that nothing was going to happen. He was alone here, with no one but himself to share this personal chamber with.

He was his own prisoner.

…..And he wouldn’t have had it either way…..