Chapter 0: Prologue

I feel incredibly wronged.

I just had a little flame war on a community forum, like usual.

I never imagined my opponent would actually be a god.

Ah, honestly.

Who would ever think that someone calling himself God(125.245) was actually a god?

I felt the same way.

[Exile stories and regret stories are strictly different genres.]

[Bullsht. They both just end up with the same regret trope anyway, what’s the big deal?]

[Why are you suddenly swearing?]

The topic of the flame war was simple. Are exile stories and regret stories the same genre?

I argued they were both the same, while the guy calling himself a god insisted the two genres were different.

Exile stories or regret stories, they both end up with the same regret trope anyway.

What’s more, the anonymous user looked like a child trying to act like a fing expert.

It was only natural for me to feel a sense of defiance against that God-like anonymous user’s argument.

[What do you call an anonymous user who isn’t ‘agreeable’? LOL]

[Then, do you want to make a bet with me?]

[Let’s go.]

I shouldn’t have done that.

Thinking about it now, I realized far too late that it was an excellent flag.

Anyway, that’s how I became the protagonist of an exile story. Once I actually became the protagonist, it was fing messed up.

How should I explain this fing terrible feeling?

What expression should I use to make people say I did a good job?

Ah, right.

Re-enlistment. It was the kind of fing terrible feeling that someone who’s already served in the military would get if they had to re-enlist.

It felt exactly like being back in the military. Getting sensitive over trivial things, constantly fighting with each other.

What’s more, a typical exile story usually starts with the protagonist being exiled in the prologue.

But I had to do everything: defeat the Demon Lord, get exiled, and then even return.

But.

All that suffering ends now.

Until the very, very end.

After completely crushing the true mastermind who resisted persistently, the final chapter of the story has finally arrived.

Nothing else matters.

A happy ending with the heroines?

F that, I’m just going home.

I’m going to rest comfortably at home.

With that single thought, I endured all sorts of wretched situations until now. I played the part of the ideal hero.

And finally, after defeating the mastermind and seeing the dimensional gate open, I couldn’t hold back and immediately dove in!

There was no fear whatsoever.

Rather, I was overjoyed, like being discharged from the military.

Finally, I can go home.

That’s what I had thought.

[How does it feel to experience an exile story firsthand? I was right, wasn’t I?]

That is, until the self-proclaimed God (anonymous user) spoke to me at the very end.

He suddenly threw me into an exile story and made me go through hellish suffering.

And now he’s saying what? That he was right?

“What do you call an anonymous user who isn’t ‘agreeable’?”

A feeling of defiance welled up in me without realizing it.

[LOL. You’re really hopeless.]

And I regretted it immediately.