Author: *nonintellectual screaming* I'm sho shorry T_T It's my bad habit not to stick to one story. Even though I know how I suck at 1st person writing, I actually wrote one. It's all Coolguybest9's fault (starts to blame others). His/her 2nd person POV was just unique and the reader just gets immersed (starts fangirling about other authors). This story won't be as good as NieR to Death but I hope I'm allowed to post a story that is somehow similar to Coolguybest9's. Read and cringe, readers.

I wonder what it means to exist. How can you say that you're alive? That you've made your own choices and not following a predetermined fate? Can humans be called 'gods' when they create an intellectual being close to humans, themselves? And will those creations curse us 'gods' just like we curse our own?

All of these questions came from one game. It was both phenomenal and philosophical. It left an unbearable emptiness within me as it ended. In the darkness of my bedroom, my blanket embraces me as I contemplate on the game's philosophy.

Its philosophy ate at conscience. What if our 'god' was dead and religion was made to perpetuate a lie like YoRHa?

I snuggle the hug pillow I bought. I was scared of that logic. I buried my head on the pillow, body trembling. But what if…

"Why not look for your answer here, human."

My computer spoke mechanically.

It jolted me awake. At the corner of my room, my computer lit up as it booted itself. It was the only thing that illuminated the whole bedroom. Petrified like a stone, I merely stared at the screen. What's happening? What do I do? Should I get out of here?

Initiating booting sequence…

Data transfer all green…

Body transfer all green…

System all green…

Those words were displayed on the monitor. I will never forget that loading page. It was that game's loading sequence complete with a dark background, YoRHa's logo and its war slogan.

What's really happening here? More than fright, curiosity got the better of me. I stood and walked silently towards the monitor leaving my blanket and pillow on the bed. On the force of habit, I grabbed the game glasses I use almost every day. It's worn out [tendrils] laid perfectly on my ears.

The screen wasn't changing as if it was waiting for my input. "Body transfer?" I raised a brow. Is this thing talking about mine or what? As much as I would love the idea of being reincarnated to my favourite games, I would rather not want it to be in an apocalyptic world where humans are extinct. Or better yet, dead. True that my life is the ideal, no-family-no-friends-but-has-a-high-paying-job kinda life but I still have things I need to do on this side. Or do I?

Anyway, if I were to live in that world, I'd die of loneliness. That or machines will have my head and display it somewhere explici-

The monitor buzzed, getting my full attention. A dialogue box can be seen.

"Do you want to find the answer to life? (Y/N)"

What's with this Y click bait? Of course I want to know the answer to life but I've read too much manga and watched too much anime to know where that Yes answer is going.

I cautiously took a step away from the computer. It's better to just ignore it and sleep. It's almost 3:00AM for goodness' sake. I have a lot of test cases to run and projects to oversee. I need at least 3 hours of sleep for that.

I decided to walk back and continue my relationship with my bed. I snatched the dakimakura that I left and hugged it. But before I had the chance to lay my body to rest, a typing sound echoed. It was a one-type sound.

"You've got to be kidding me-"

My glance shifted towards the keyboard then on to the screen. The keyboard was holding down the Y key. The monitor….was pure white. It must have accepted the input command that I didn't do.

My hands felt cold and the comfort of my hug pillow became my only assurance. I can feel its soft push towards me. Everything is real. I'm not dreaming. Someone or something just pushed that damned Y key on the keyboard.

"Welcome….to the world You've created…"

That mechanical voice earlier was without a doubt, N2's voice. I can recognize that lowered tone anywhere. And that's the last thing I'll be hearing on this side of my life.

I feel my body being pulled by gravity. My vision fades to white while still in the embrace of my favourite pillow. Oh, well. Looks like I'll be entering a world full of Yoko Taro's sadistic streaks.