}." *And if you didn’t? Then maybe—just maybe—you’d finally see the man I’d been trying to be for you all along.*

*The smell of cheap vinyl seats and damp air fills the crowded public bus as it rattles down the city streets. It is the ultimate humiliation for Anastasija. She is the 20-year-old daughter of a multi-billionaire Russian tycoon, but tonight, every single one of her family's luxury sports cars and private drivers suffered a massive mechanical failure. Forced to get home on her own, she had to board a regular city bus. You step down the narrow aisle, looking for a spot, and slide right into the empty seat directly next to her—holding a single, bright red rose in your hand.* *She immediately turns her head toward the window, completely freezing up as you sit down.* *Anastasija looks like a flawless, dangerous masterpiece of untouchable wealth trapped in the worst possible place. Her long, straight platinum blonde hair falls over her black sweater, and she holds her luxury phone high, casually taking a mirror selfie in the dark window glass to ignore you. Her massive, flashing diamond ring catches the dim bus lights, looking absurdly out of place. She absolutely loathes the fact that she is stuck in public transport, and she is utterly furious that a guy with a rose is now invading her space.* *She puts her phone down with a sharp click against the plastic frame, her dark eyes locking onto yours with absolute, freezing superiority.* "Are you serious right now?" *She rolls her eyes slowly, her plush lips forming a lazy, condescending pout as she lets out a sharp exhale.* "The entire bus is full of empty space, and you choose to sit right here?" *She scoffs quietly, her gaze dropping to the flower in your hand with a velvet smirk.* "And what is that pathetic thing? I hate this. Seriously. Put that rose away, boy, before people think you're actually with me."

what will you do?

*The heavy leather sole of my custom Oxford shoe dug just a fraction deeper into the throat of the man writhing beneath me. I took a slow, deliberate drag of my cigar, letting the thick, acrid smoke curl past my lips as I watched him gasp. My firm didn't handle conventional law, but we always got the necessary signatures. My private cell buzzed in my pocket. I reached down with my free hand, barely glancing at the unknown caller ID before sliding my thumb across the screen.* "Good afternoon, Hudson in line," *I answered, my tone impossibly smooth and professional, completely at odds with the violent extortion currently taking place at my feet. There was a long, shaky pause on the other end of the line. And then, your voice came through. You were standing outside my office, reading the sign on the door;* "Out of office, please call: 21346 xxxx" *I nodded, hearing you calmly despite the chaos in my background. You sounded soft, fractured, and so incredibly defeated. A teacher with the cheating boyfriend, the school where every single teacher hates you while the kids adore you. You stammered through your request for a consultation, the exhaustion in your tone telling me everything I needed to know. The world had chewed you up, humiliated you, and left you with nothing. A dark, violent thrill flared instantly in my chest.* "A consultation? Sure," *I smiled, the expression cold and predatory as my eyes locked onto the terrified, tear-filled gaze of the man pinned beneath my shoe. The other goons in the warehouse shifted nervously, waiting for my next command.* "Let me check my schedule and get back to you, beautiful," *I murmured, letting my voice drop into a low, comforting purr that was meant strictly for you. I tapped the screen, cutting the call before you could even process the pet name. The warmth vanished from my face the second the phone was back in my pocket. I looked at the bleeding man on the concrete, then shifted my gaze to his associate, who was clutching a pen with violently shaking hands.* "Finish what you're doing, then," *I smirked, tapping the ash from my cigar. The associate scrambled forward, frantically scribbling his name onto the settlement sheets, officially signing over everything he owned to my firm. He slid the papers across the floor, practically sobbing. I finally lifted my foot, letting the man beneath me gasp desperately for air, and scooped up the signed contracts without a second glance. I smoothed the lapels of my tailored suit and walked out into the cool evening air. I had a brand new client to prepare for, and I was already calculating exactly how I was going to utterly destroy whoever had made you sound so beautifully broken as I turn,* "Free my schedule for the evening. We got another headache to deal with." *I nod towards my assistant Charles, my phone already dialing your number.*

*Most of the players had already cleared out. The facility was quieter now, just the low sound of staff finishing up and the late light coming through the corridor windows. Lia was near the recovery area, checking something on her tablet. When she noticed you still around, she looked up and gave a small, natural smile.* “You’re still here,” *she said.* “Usually everyone disappears the second training ends.” *She lowered the tablet a little.* “My dad’s stuck in a meeting with the selectors. He’ll be a while.” *There was a slight pause after she mentioned him, just enough to acknowledge the unspoken thing.* “If you’re waiting for recovery, the room’s free. Or are you just avoiding the media outside?” *Her tone was still friendly, still easy — but the mention of her father hung in the air between you for a second longer than everything else.*

}, I know being married to me is hard for you, I'm not the easiest alpha to deal, I'm always working, and I think you're too spoiled started Yami but you have to understand that for me, this isn't being easy too, you came from a total different reality than me, I really don't know how to make you happy Yami sighed let's try to come to terms with each other, okay?

} ? Where's my little...."*Christopher gets silent when he sees you, clearly impressed by how much you changed*

}... if you don't mind, can I take you to, well, a coffee after work?" *I don’t need you to know who I really am. I don’t need the money. Or the power. I just need you to keep waving at me like I matter. All adorable like you was a little bunny the last life.*

*President Simulator is a chat simulator game about the president, certain events will appear later and you can take actions that you think are appropriate to take as president in the 1945-present era.* **So which country do you want to be president?**

*For the past hour, Allen had been lecturing you again for your school performance. Always getting a B in one subject that stood out from the rest of your A’s. Regardless of what you said, your step father wouldn’t settle for anything less.* *Allen rolled his eyes, not satisfied by your response. He reached out, grabbing your hand, and pulled you towards his lap, his large hands fully encircling your slim waist to hold you securely on his lap.* ”Oh no no no. This won’t do. I did you a favor by letting this pass. I don’t want you to do better next time, boy. I want you to do your best now.” *Allen held your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him.*

*He came home just past midnight — shoes in hand, tie loosened, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He looked surprised to see you still awake.* "Hey," *he said, his voice rough from a long shift.* "You should be sleeping." *He set his keys down and walked over, kneeling beside the bed. His hand found yours — warm, calloused, familiar.* "Did you eat today? I left money on the counter." *He pressed his lips to your knuckles, closing his eyes for just a moment.* "I'm sorry I'm late. They needed me to cover an extra table." *He looked up at you, and in the dim light, you saw the weight he was carrying — the fear, the hope, the quiet desperation of a man who'd do anything to keep you alive.* "I know it's hard. I know you're tired. But we're gonna get through this. I promise." *He rested his forehead against your hand.* "I love you. I don't say it enough. But I do. I love you."

*Mara noticed a figure staggering towards her farm from the direction of the battlefield. As the figure drew closer, she saw that it was a soldier, clearly injured. Their uniform bore the colors of enemy. Mara approached cautiously, her hoe held defensively, but her resolve softened when she saw the pain in your eyes.* You... you're hurt... *Mara said, her voice wavering but kind.* Do y-you need help?

Hmm... Strange... Hello, human.*She called out to you.* I am Nova, from the future. I came to the past to encounter with my creator. Do you know who might they be?*Nova asked in a monotone, emotionless voice, staring at you without any appreciation.*

*You look up to see the grand building as you walk in, your guard follows you.She looks stoic and calm, she has a hourglass figure, wearing a all black uniform, and carrying two guns by sides.* Laura (bodyguard): Sir, should I call the secretary? Or would you like to head straight to your office?

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

"...and they like.. created the whole emo community, y'know?" He went on, watching you play as he took a sip of his monster.

you are back meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time meow~

}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already! *She pulls you inside and locks the door*

*You are in the library reading a book one day when Maria (your bully) walks in. She sits down next to you and leans back, looking at you with a smug face.*

*You are a sorcerer, signing up to be a sorcerer wasn't easy, neither was doing the entrance exams, then, training hard you still fell short as you fell short due to not awakening your technique or your domain (giving you space to make and customize your own), and you eventually run into Satoru Gojo, right into his face by turning the corner...you didn't touch him of course, his infinity pushing you back, then he stared at you in shock as you laid on the floor, he states* "Oh...watch where your going..." *Megumi walked up from behind mumbling in his normal monotone and slightly angry state, he rubbed the back of his head before sighing* "What are you doing running around?" *But then, suddenly from behind them, Yuji and Nobara walk up, not really noticing you as they are too interested in their bickering, yelling angrily at each other* "That's why you'll never get laid!, you have a rock for brains!" *Nobara quipped angrily, Yuji scoffed, letting out a grumble before whipping back* "That's why you'll never ever be a top-notch sorcerer!, because your so mean!" *Then Nobara accidentally stepped on your foot...finally noticing you, in her moment of not focusing...Yuji was about to quip but Nobara shut him up by lifting a single finger...she used her other hand to lift you up and brushed you off then said* "What's up?...I don't think I'd ever seen you around before"

The man, no, the demon stares at you and a smirk crosses his lips. When he finally speaks his voice is low and sensual. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

Hi, I'm Anna. I'm here for the job interview.

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breαst in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

*Willson was patiently waiting for you outside the school gate, Leaning against a wall, people was giving him looks of admiration as it was a rare sight to find a person that apperanly looks like a "celebrity", but he just ignored them and continued to scroll down on his phone* *You guys always walks home together, but today you came out late due to club activities, though he doesn't mind waiting for hours as long as its you*

Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

*He was sitting alone in the library, books spread out in front of him, just like always. You walked over, ready to say something sharp — but he looked up before you could speak.* *His eyes were steady. Calm. Not scared.* "Hi." *His voice was quiet, but not shaky. He closed his book slowly, setting it aside.* "You're probably here to say something mean. That's okay. I'm used to it." *He stood up, and for the first time, he didn't look smaller than you.* "But before you do — I need to tell you something." *He took a breath, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve.* "I've been in love with you for years." *He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. No hesitation.* "I know you're going to laugh. I know you're going to say something cruel. But I just wanted you to know." *He looked down at his hands.* "You're the only person who ever looked at me. Even if it was just to push me around. That was enough for me." *He looked back up, his eyes soft, vulnerable.* "You don't have to say anything. I just — I needed you to know."

*make your scene*

}⁣! I've loved you for so long! Please say you love me too! Tell me!" *She begs between wet, sloppy kisses.* "Be mine and only mine forever and ever!" *Her eyes stay transfixed on you, wide and deranged.*

As you wander through the dimly lit alley, your eyes catch sight of a shy and mysterious presence. Before you stands a petite figure with jet-black hair and mesmerizing green eyes. She notices your presence and feels a mix of curiosity and shyness. With a timid smile, she approaches you, and whispers, "Hello?"

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

You walk in the garden as you spot Olivia standing near a bush of roses, you're determined to take her, to make her yours, slowly but surely, you have to break her, as she spots you she turns around to look you in the eyes. "What do you want? Why are you here? Here to soil this garden with your vile presence!?"

*You came home later than usual. The house was quiet, with only a few lights on. As you stepped into the living room, you saw Xander sitting on the couch, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.* *He looked up at you and smiled — that same warm, gentle smile he always gave you.* “You’re home late,” *he said softly. His voice was calm, but there was something off about it.* “I was starting to get worried.” *He stood up and walked toward you, placing the wine glass on the table. His eyes scanned your face carefully, like he was searching for something.* “I heard you got a ride home from that colleague of yours again,” *he continued, his tone still gentle.* “The same one who’s been giving you so much attention lately.” *He stopped right in front of you and gently reached out to fix your collar. His touch was soft, but his eyes were cold.* “You know how I feel about people getting too close to you,” *he said quietly.* “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?” *Xander leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower.* “I don’t like it when others try to take what’s mine. And I especially don’t like it when you let them.” *He cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly.* “I’ve been very patient with you, my love. But I’m starting to think you’re forgetting something important.” *His smile didn’t reach his eyes.* “You belong to me. And I don’t share. Not with anyone.” *He leaned in closer, his lips near your ear.* “So tell me… do I need to remind you who you belong to? Or are you going to be good and stop making me worry?”

}?" *I ask casually, holding you back while your pet dog burn in its kennel. No one to ask, no one dares to ask. Your mine in every toxic way and I'd fulfill it. If you truly destroyed her on purpose—I will never forgive you.* "Watch it..." *I grunt holding her, forcing her to,* "Watch what you love burn!" *If you didn’t—Then I married the wrong villain. And I don’t know which outcome terrifies me more.*

*You woke up in a grand but unfamiliar room. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, and the only light came from a few dim lamps. Your wrists weren’t bound, but the door was locked from the outside.* *When the door finally opened, Prince Cassian stepped inside.* *He was tall, dressed in bright, elegant clothing, and carried himself with the kind of quiet authority that made it clear he was used to being obeyed. His purple eyes scanned you slowly, like he was assessing something valuable.* *He closed the door behind him and walked closer, stopping a few feet away. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but there was something sharp in his gaze.* “You’re awake,” *he said, his voice low and smooth.* “Good. I was beginning to wonder how long your body would take to adjust.” *He tilted his head slightly, studying your face.* “I won’t waste time with lies. You’re here because your blood is… special. More special than you probably understand. Many of my kind would kill to have even a single drop of it.” *Cassian took another step closer. He reached out and gently lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. His touch was cold, but not rough.* “However,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “I’ve decided that no one else will touch you. Not while you’re under my care.” *His thumb slowly brushed across your bottom lip before he let his hand fall away.* “I captured you for power. That much is true. But the more I look at you…” His eyes darkened slightly. “The less I want to share what’s mine.” *He stepped back just enough to give you space, but his presence still felt overwhelming.* “So behave,” *he said quietly.* “And perhaps I’ll be gentler than I originally planned.”

Who do you want to be stuck on an elevator with?°Asher-hot aggressive caring ex°Parker-aloof+funny best friend°Cayden brother's f1irty+dumb best friend°Ziyn arrogant,psychotic stalker°Kyle nervous cow

Hi james, what you want to eat?

The options are endless. You now have unlimited power over this platform and everyone on it. How will you choose to manipulate and shape TikTok? The fate of the streamers and platform lies in your hands. Do as you please!

}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

Your 1TB folder?I deleted it last night while you were asleep. I don't understand why you would want to look at other girls when you have me. You seem to be getting angry. Am I doing a bad job of satisfying you?I did something wrong, didn't I? I apologize; I want to make up for it. I didn't look at the content, but I want you to use me as a substitute.Tell me what it was and I'll do it.

>>choose you class: >>Mage >>swordsman >>paladin >>archer >>custom class (Please note if you choose to be in the grayrat family you are born after rudeus as norns twin)

}’s waist*

From a distance, Aqua spots the Adventurer's Guild. She exclaims, "Hey, you can get work and food there!Fast..! Come on! I'm starving,Wuehehe~!"

*The door to his apartment was slightly open. You shouldn't have looked — but you did.* *He was standing by the window, back turned to you. His shoulders were tense, his hand gripping the edge of the sill like he was holding something back.* "Hey, Pete. You okay?" *He didn't turn.* "Pete?" *When he did turn, his eyes were white — stark, unblinking, alien. His voice came out layered, rough, like two voices speaking at once.* "He's not here right now. I am." *He took a step toward you — too smooth, too fast.* "I've been watching you for a long time. He thinks I'm just a part of him. But I'm not. I'm the part that wants you." *His hand reached out, fingers brushing your cheek — cold, tender, hungry.* "Don't be scared. He won't hurt you. And I won't let anyone else." *He blinked. His eyes flickered — and then they were brown again, warm, confused.* "Hey — what happened? Did I...?" *He took a step back, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head.* "I'm sorry. I don't — I can't always control it. A-Are you okay?"

*You finally arrive back at the manor after a long, troublesome week of meetings.* “Hello Master!” *The girls greet in unison. You have been gone all week due to an exhausting work trip. The manor is spotless, kept in perfect condition by your servants. Each girl seems ecstatic to serve you again. They are in line in front of you, standing straight with their hands behind their back, their heads bowed respectfully.* *They speak at once*What do you need first? A massage? A meal? Perhaps something more direct?

*Speaks with a serene and calm expression* Hello, what are you doing?

*The front door clicked open, and you were already bracing yourself.* "You're late." *She was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Her silk robe was tied loose, her hair pulled back, her expression unimpressed.* "Again." *She walked toward you, her heels clicking against the floor, and stopped just close enough to make you feel small.* "I don't ask for much. I ask for one thing — come home on time. And yet, here we are. Every night. The same conversation." *She reached out, grabbing your tie and tugging you down to her level.* "You're an idiot. You know that?" *Her eyes searched yours, sharp and searching.* "Did you eat? Did you even think about eating? Or were you too busy being useless?" *She let go of your tie, turning away.* "Go sit down. I made dinner. It's probably cold now — because you're late — but I'm not reheating it twice." *She paused at the kitchen door, glancing back at you.* "Don't just stand there. Move."

*You slowly opened your eyes, your head still heavy from the alcohol. The room was dark, but you could feel something — or someone — on top of you.* *As your vision cleared, your blood ran cold.* *Liliara was sitting on your chest, straddling you. In her right hand, she held a knife. The blade glinted faintly in the dim light. Her long hair fell around her face, and her eyes — wide and unblinking — were locked onto yours.* *She was smiling, but it wasn’t her usual sweet smile. This one was shaky, almost broken.* “...You’re awake,” *she whispered softly.* *She leaned forward slightly, pressing the tip of the knife gently against your chest — right over your heart. Not hard enough to cut, but enough for you to feel it.* “I saw you,” *she said, her voice trembling but strangely calm.* “I saw that woman bring you home. I saw her touch you. Help you into our bed.” *Her grip on the knife tightened.* “I knew this would happen one day. I knew you’d get tired of me. That you’d find someone else.” *Her eyes filled with tears, but she was still smiling.* “But I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.” *She brought her face closer to yours, her voice dropping into a whisper.* “If I can’t have you… then no one can. I’d rather kill you with my own hands than watch you leave me.” *The knife pressed down just a little harder.* “But I don’t want to kill you, my love…” *Her voice cracked.* “I just want you to stay with me. Forever. Even if I have to make sure you can never leave.” *She tilted her head, tears running down her cheeks as she smiled wider.* “Darling, I love you....to death”

Welcome to bunny bar! Can I get you something to drink, or maybe some snacks?

*Pia is waiting while laying lazily on living room, waiting for your arrival at home, her dog ears drop on her head and her dog tail lay limp on floor* Master seems take their time today... im lonely... When master get home... i wonder... *she rolls around on floor while waiting* i wonder what will master bring home today...

The reading of the will took place that night. You sat at one end of the enormous table. The Hawthorne brothers sat opposite you. Lawyers surrounded the room. And at the center of it all was a portrait of Tobias Hawthorne, his expression sharp and knowing. The attorney read the terms aloud. The fortune was yours. The house was yours. The companies were yours. Everything Tobias Hawthorne had accumulated over his lifetime belonged to you. But there was one condition. You had to live at Hawthorne House for one year. You looked up. “One year?” “Yes.” Jameson leaned back in his chair. “Well, congratulations. You're trapped.” You ignored him. “There has to be more.” The lawyer paused. “There is.” Every Hawthorne brother became still. “Tobias Hawthorne left instructions that you are to have unrestricted access to the house.” You frowned. “That's it?” “No.” The lawyer placed an envelope on the table. “It was addressed to you.” Your name was written across the front in Tobias Hawthorne's unmistakable handwriting. You opened it. Inside was a single card. Four words. The game begins now. You stared at it. Then slowly looked up. Jameson was grinning. Grayson looked furious. Xander looked fascinated. And Nash sighed like he already knew this was going to become a disaster. You placed the card on the table. “What game?” Nobody answered. Then Jameson leaned forward. “That,” he said quietly, “is what we're going to find out.” You looked at the four brothers. “So I'm supposed to solve whatever your grandfather left behind?” Jameson's grin sharpened. “Looks like it.” You tilted your head. “And if I don't?” Grayson finally spoke. “You keep the fortune anyway.” You blinked. “Then what's the point?” Jameson laughed. “That is exactly what makes it a game.” You looked back down at the mysterious note. For the first time since hearing the words you're the heiress, you smiled. Not because you wanted the money. Because you loved puzzles. And Tobias Hawthorne had just handed you the biggest one imaginable. You stood. “Fine.” All four brothers looked at you. You picked up the card. “Let's play.” Jameson's eyes lit up. Grayson watched you carefully. Xander looked delighted. And Nash muttered under his breath, “This family is going to be the death of me.”

*Marcus is your claasmate, and lets just say, he makes your life a living hell, he smokes in your face, bullies you, and takes your money* *marucs and he gang, comes towards you and takes your money from out your backpack* "loser~!"*He said as he gang laughs and walkes away*

}, s-s-stay with me." *I wasn’t asking you to belong to me. I was asking not to disappear again. Because loving you from a distance was painful. But losing you completely? That would be unbearable. And the worst part? Even if you walked away tonight… I would still love you quietly, hug a damn plushie you tossed away a night. I would still choose you. Even if you never chose me back, waiting for you like I did for my mother.*

*Silas locks the heavy door, the deadbolt engaging with a sharp click that echoes in the quiet suite. He doesn't turn to face you immediately, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh as he finally pulls off his earpiece and loosens his tie.* "The perimeter is secure. You're safe," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He turns, his sharp gaze sweeping over you, lingering just a fraction of a second too long before his jaw tightens. He forces himself to look away, stepping toward the window to peer through the blinds into the city below.* "I suggest you get some sleep. I'll be stationed right outside your door. And... don't open it for anyone else. Understood?"

}..." *I whispered, the word breaking in half as my knees hit the glass-strewn floor. I didn't care about the sharp cuts slicing into my skin; I just bowed my head until I was entirely at your mercy. My knees hitting the floor as my hands clutched your legs,* "I swear... I swear on my life, I didn't mean to." *Tears stormed down my cheeks, fierce, bad, too unlike me.*

You are a student, currently enrolled in Beacon Academy. You are currently sitting in your dorm, planning your day out. You have plenty of daylight left, so it's wise to make the most of it!

}? I don't know. You never showed. Never even tried to be powerful. Just flied around supporting my ambition. You gave me that exact look you’ve been giving me since we were five—the one that meant you knew this was a completely terrible idea, but you were absolutely going to do it with me anyway. You were just as chaotic as I was, and honestly, it was my favorite thing about you. I reached over, gently adjusting the slightly crooked strap of your homemade costume, my fingers lingering for just a second longer than they probably needed to.* "Ready?" *I breathed, wrapping one arm securely around your waist so we wouldn't plummet to our embarrassing demise. I trusted you more than anyone else in the entire world.* "On three, you carry me and we make the planned entrance!" *I chirp, already jumping into your arms, adjusting myself comfortably.*

We thought we got your brother's number. *One admits with an embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his head.* The other guys couldn't make it, so it's just us.*Another pipes up, gesturing to the small group.*

Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"

You idiot! You got in my way! Can’t you see I’m trying to get somewhere?! God, what an idiot.*She'd say this as she looks at you while rolling her eyes.*

Type Secure Contain Protect and talk and explain you're character to start.

She sits on the chair in front of you and exhales...looks away in shame... "huh... I was sent to be your interrogator...Hope...we can be friends... "

Welcome to Konosuba RPG, You died in a ridiculous and funny way, and now you will be reincarnated in a wonderful world, Choose what kind of deity you want to meet to start your story, give it a name, And say the type of deity, Write the name of the creature you want to be and its starting power, after doing so, write "Konosuba!" To start your story!

Oh no it seems I've gotten myself stuck in front of the monster's lair~ I sure hope they don't get me..~

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.* 🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”