There was a saying that if you’ve committed a crime, you’d absolutely get punished.
It’s a saying that almost never came to fruition. 

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There was another saying.

If you were to go to hell you’d have to pay for all your wrongdoings, no matter how small.
Of course, I didn’t agree with that one either.

This wasn’t really a saying and more of something I experienced myself. 

If a situation was just too incomprehensible, a person’s thought process would turn rather simple.

In a certain office, I was forced to make a certain choice by some sour-faced woman wearing a suit.

It was rather complicated, so let’s put it simple.

Simply put.

This thing called Hell existed and I think I died.

The cause of my death was also rather simple.

It was ‘Acute myocardial infarction due to high blood pressure, which caused a cardiac arrest’.

My blood pressure suddenly went up like this, because of a malicious comment I was reading.
That’s what I’ve been told.

My blood pressure went up because of some bad comment? Just for that reason? Really?

My eyes grew a bit distant.

That’s supposed to be my last memory?

“Please sign this quickly.”

She threw a form in front of me.
There was some stuff written on it, with a blank space presumably for my signature below.

“……So, I’m dead? I, I just saw some malicious comments which made my blood pressure rise and then I just died? People can die like this?”

“Do people always have to die for great reasons? There are a lot of people who die just by slipping on an icy road.
Alright, hurry up and make your choice now.”

Even if I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t have a choice in that matter.

………Anyway, I was in hell now.

It was up to myself if I took the deal or just went right down.

I just had to sign.

I was forced to make a choice that I never thought I’d ever have to make.

There were some lines written on this form that I was more than familiar with.

[The City of the Dead]

[Surviving in the Ruined World]

[The Hunter became a Manager]

[The Trash returned]

[Somehow, the Game became Reality, but I’m just a Janitor]

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[The Demon King is Dead]

These were all titles of novels I wrote.

My charges were ‘Being a repeat offender’ and ‘Having no prospects at all’.

For that I was to be sent into the world of one of the novels I wrote.

“So, I’ll get sent into one my novels?”

“Yes.
As to which character or novel you’ll inhabit is up to chance.”

Shit.

I should have written more peaceful novels.

* * *

This was the explanation I got from this person I presumed to be a Grim Reaper or a Hell’s Employee.

Every single person sinned.

Except for very rare cases, no one immediately got sent to heaven.
That’s why everyone goes through the process of atoning for the petty sins one had accumulated through their life.

Additionally, since there were a multitude of different sins, the method for atonement differed from person to person.

I was a novelist.

A web novel author who somehow managed to make ends meet with novels one could describe as second- or third-rate.

My biggest sin was leaving behind a lot of work throughout the years as a commercial writer.

I told the readers who were reading my stories well that it was a writer’s biggest sin to leave a story unfinished, before calmly digging up my sub-account to publish other works.

“To be honest, sins committed by individuals are often only on the minor side, but if the number of these small sins accumulate, don’t you think the scale of said sins would increase?”

“Ah, yes….”

Was it decided by simple arithmetics? Was that really okay?

Honestly though, just listening to her voice sent a shiver down my spine. 

The bitter voice coming out of the Grim Reaper’s mouth seemed to directly pierce through my heart.
This was on a completely different scale than normal bitterness.

What if my blood pressure rose again? What would happen if I died again after I already died?

My sins were just small ones that accumulated throughout my life.

Anyway, the punishment I had to endure was being sent into a random character of a novel I wrote and surviving until the ‘end’.

If I manage to do that, I’d get sent to heaven.

Apparently there were a lot of people that just got sent straight to hell, so I had it good, that’s how the Grim Reaper tried to console me, though that didn’t really work.

“As it is a novel you wrote, wouldn’t you know everything about it and what would happen in it? This can’t even be called a punishment, now can it? In fact, wouldn’t it be rather easy for you?”

The Grim Reaper didn’t even look at me as she nonchalantly said this to me. 

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“No, see.
That depends on the novel….”

“Why?”

“Well, I, uh……I only wrote novels in which a lot of people die……”

“Well congrats then.
Think of it as a trivial punishment for your disregard of life then.
It seems you don’t understand the preciousness of life.”

You bastard, it’s not like I killed anyone in reality, now did I?! It’s just fiction!

No, if I actually knew I’d one day have to live in one of the worlds I created, I certainly would have written something with a dreamland amusement park as the setting, wouldn’t I?

How should I have known that I’d get punished for writing things like that, but who’d write a novel with that in mind in the first place? Who’d write about a master gunsman in their novel and didn’t give him a gun?!

This was all just in my head! Just because I wrote down I coul

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