I don't really like my classmates.

I didn't want to go on this camping trip in the mountains with everyone.

When we all died together, I was very distressed to find out that my entire class was going to be reincarnated in an isekai world as a group. Apparently, our bus had driven off a mountain cliff due to a divine accident, and the Public Relations Committee of Heaven determined that all of us would be compensated for our premature demise. However, it seems like the Heavenly Courthouse is a bit understaffed, and we waited for almost a year before our case was seen by a judge.

You must understand this was almost a nightmare for me.

Originally, I just wanted to go home and lock myself in my bedroom once the field trip was over.

Instead, I was stranded in the Courthouse of Heaven for an entire year and forced to socialize with my classmates. 

While Heaven isn't really a bad place (it's not dirty or anything), it's kind of like being stuck at an airport for a year. It's essentially a giant waiting room filled with departed souls that can only twiddle their thumbs until it's their turn to see a judge. The are no decorations or any form of entertainment, and everything is white. Since we're already dead, we also don't need to eat or sleep.

There is literally nothing to do other than socialize.

...and I hate socializing.

In less than a day, I desperately wanted to escape my classmates.

For some stupid reason, it seems like my classmates collectively decided that dying together must automatically mean that we're all the bestest of friends. Since we're dead anyways, the secrets that we used to have on Earth don't matter anymore. A few of the popular kids pressed everyone for gossip, and it was kind of like a year-long teenage sleepover where people are constantly cornering you and poking you in a sleeping bag about who you have a crush on and whether X, Y, or Z is your type. They wanted to know what video games I liked to play and about the fanfiction that I wrote. It was a full year of intensive social interrogation, and obviously it was utterly humiliating and traumatizing like being hit by a truck.

In Heaven, it's impossible to tell lies. This was a divine realm where only the truth can be spoken.

They brazenly declared that we wouldn't keep secrets from each other since we're all friends now.

Our entire class was going to reincarnate in an isekai world as a group, so we had to stick together. There are advantages to being a team, and we all know and understand each other so well now. There were rumors that the next world would be hostile with great forces of evil, and it's only logical to work together to overcome the challenges. Two dozen heroes is obviously superior to just one, and it would greatly increase our chances of saving the world from the Demon Lord!

However, I desperately wanted to run away.

When it was finally our turn to see the judge, we were informed that we would each get to make one request before our reincarnation.

Obviously, there was only one thing in my mind.

—Get me away from them!

I asked God if I could become a NPC.

I didn't want to be a hero.

I didn't want to be anyone that my classmates could recognize, and I didn't want the responsibility of saving the world.

All I wanted was escape.

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