Otherworldly Commentator: All I Wanted Was to Watch Commentary Videos in Another World, But I Ended Up With Broadcasting Gear!

“I’m so sorry!!!!”

In a space where time seems to have stopped, a man with beautiful, long blond hair apologizes; there’s nothing else but me.

There are no desks or chairs, and I need to find out if the ground I’m standing on exists.

Moreover, I wonder whether time has stopped or this person is male.

In other words, everything is uncertain.

It may seem strange not to know where you are; that’s a perfectly reasonable objection.

But the unknown remains unknown.

This is probably the afterlife, and the person in front of me is a god.

“I’m really sorry…”

Ignoring my attempt to clear my confusion, the man apologizes again.

This adds to my bewilderment.

You know, as in movies or comics, gods don’t have a gender and appear in the form that humans imagine them to be.

The idea that personal perceptions materialize seems realistic, but the person before me looks handsome.

If this were a physical manifestation of my awe, I would expect something more intimidating, perhaps with enormous wings.

“Unfortunately, this form isn’t a product of imagination. It’s more of what I looked like in my previous life.”

Ah, one question answered, but two more arise.

One: Why can this person read my thoughts?

Two: What kind of world did he come from to have such a blessed appearance?

Deep facial features, eyes like beautiful gems, and skin so pale it’s almost sickly.

“Well, I am a god, after all. Let’s forget about this for now.”

Indeed.

It’s frustrating to be seen through and manipulated like a typical young person prone to escapism, but let’s put unnecessary speculation aside.

Returning to the point, I am receiving a full-on apology from a god.

“So, I’m sorry!!!!”

“Does that mean… I’m dead?”

Of course, not having accumulated enough virtue to have an audience with a god, I must be dead, but I thought I’d ask anyway.

It might be a once-in-a-lifetime dream, so real it’s akin to falling from a great height.

“No, it’s not a dream.”

That was a quick answer.

“You have died because of me.”

“Am I dead? This isn’t some kind of prank?”

“If this were a prank, you’d have to be on some dangerous drugs. This space goes on forever, and there’s no such place on Earth.”

“Well, maybe it’s a highly elaborate set, and you’re enjoying my reaction…”

“Hahaha. Pranks aren’t that fun or expensive for someone like you.”

I’m about to lose it.

“No offense. I meant to show that this isn’t a prank, you know?”

“Well… yeah.”

Certainly, I’m neither a famous actor nor a popular comedian.

I was just an ordinary high school student. Or I used to be.

There’s no reason to set up such an elaborate prank for an ordinary person like me.

I am dead.

“I’m glad you understand. I’m so sorry.”

Still, why is this beautiful creature so sincerely apologetic?

If he can read minds, I wish he’d tell me.

“Umm… I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?”

God’s response to the extraordinary event of suddenly losing my life is, “I made a mistake”?

“You see, I have a job to eliminate evil humans…”

So, there’s such a job.

It might be about secretly eliminating cunning criminals and those falsely escaping justice.

“Exactly. Japanese people are so wise.”

Thank you.

It’s no wonder otaku culture thrives.

So, what does this job have to do with me?

“Yeah, that day, as usual, I was targeting an extremely wicked person about to have an accident…”

The god shrugs as if disappointed in himself.

“I heard ‘Hyahaha! Kill all the enemies!’ and thought it was an emergency. I accidentally aimed at you…”

“Is this some kind of gag manga scenario!?”

My inner thoughts slip out.

“No, who shouts while playing games these days? And ‘Hyahaha’ at that!”

“I do!”

The release from oppressed days.

Games are an inseparable form of relaxation for humans living in a stressful society.

Punching an annoying boss or riding without a ticket is guilt-free in the thin rectangular box world.

You might be guilty in the game, but it doesn’t affect the real world.

That’s why some people change when they hold the controller, venting their daily frustrations. Yeah, that’s me.

But surely, no one would think they’d be judged in reality for being evil in a game.

If I had known, I would have chosen to play the hero who helps the weak and defeats the strong.

“So, I can come back to life, right?”

Of course, I was mistakenly killed, so I should be revived.

I have no family left, but I’m still 24 years old. A prime NEET.

I possess a considerable inheritance, and my exceptional NEET life was meant to continue.

I had even planned to watch a newly uploaded gameplay video today…

“No, this is impossible.”

My faint hope is shattered in the blink of an eye.