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The world ended.

All my life, I've never been particularly good at anything. Not because I lacked the desire, but because I lacked the effort and talent. Even when I did try, I failed, because I never had the capacity to succeed in the first place.

When the world ended and everything began to fall apart, I was happy. I thought I'd become a hero and awaken an ability like the protagonists I knew of!

I barely survived. I ran, and I hid, and I stole to live. I had no amazing encounters, no powerful guild, and no allies or friends. All I got from my desperate attempt at living was extending my life a little bit.

Then the world ended. And as I died, I couldn't help but think, "For someone like me, what would it take to achieve anything?"

The answer would come in the form of a second life. Then a third. A fourth. A tenth. A hundredth. A thousandth....

I had to go through hell. Would you like to watch?

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