Everything was quite dark, but I remembered my purpose.

To become a story I can be satisfied with.

What will it be? I don't know. I have no idea what it's supposed to be, or what can make me satisfied.

I guess, I just have to try.

Let's start with something simple.

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A man woke up in an unknown world. It's a clearing in the middle of a forest, the sun shone upon the gaps, straight onto his glasses.

He still had his office clothes and bag.

I don't think I want him to be the main character, so I just left him alone. There are too many salarymen as main characters.

Not that big tree either. I've heard of several stories about them—none I end up reading.

That grass?

That mushroom?

What about the village orphan—should I summon the Holy Sword for him?

I don't think I would care about that King, to swap his soul with a random person from Earth.

Oh, screw it.

Even if I'm the story itself, couldn't I just be the main character?