The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

"--What did you say?"

I opened my eyes wide in disbelief, showing a shocked expression.

But in fact, my facial muscles are not involved too much.

"I'm very sorry," the green-haired man who claimed to be a god said in front of me, "but as you heard just now, because of my mistake, you were struck to death by lightning."

He blinked, but didn't respond yet.

But he seemed to be afraid that I would get angry in the next second, and hurriedly said:

"But don't rush to get angry, I can resurrect you in another world and satisfy all your requirements."

"Oh, it's alright."

——When he finished the previous sentence, I also gave the next sentence in reply.

"Huh? I thought your reaction would be bigger..."

It seems that God was a little surprised to see me acting extremely indifferent.

But he didn't seem to be very interested, and quickly said:

"Well, forget it. So, what do you wish for?"

"——What if, in a different world, come back again, with a brand new identity?"

It's like the beginning of a standard different world light novel.

The god handed me a very tempting olive branch in a superior tone.

So I thought about it, raised my head, and said sincerely——

"Please let me live normally."

"It doesn't need to be too strong, as long as it can protect itself normally."

I used to be a very good person, and I had great looks.

Can have a photographic memory and can easily do things that others cannot.

Even if you don't deliberately promote it, there are always boys around you who gather back and forth and receive good intentions from them.

Perhaps because of this, I have no real friends.

Suffering from illness since birth, he and his parents went to the countryside to recuperate.In that backward and xenophobic small village, from childhood to adulthood, she was also the one who was isolated and excluded by the circle of girls around her.

I have never experienced a girlfriend's party or something, but I have a deep understanding of being gossiped by the villagers behind my back.

Even the only netizen named "Kurihara Kaisato" who I have a good chat with and has a similar experience on the Internet didn't reply to my message a few days ago.

Then came the news that she died in a car accident...

It can be said that there is no nostalgia for the original world.

However, it is different now.

Now I have a brand new identity——

Now, as you can see, I am an ordinary swordsman at the lowest level in the organization called "Ghost Killing Squad" in this ghost world.

To put it bluntly, I am quite satisfied with this new identity.

First of all, the vegetable chicken at the grassroots level, which meets the original "normal" requirements.

Secondly, there are ghosts in this world, and the identity of a swordsman just responds to "having ordinary self-protection ability", so that it will not fall into a box and become a meal for ghosts as soon as it comes up.

Both requirements are perfectly met.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire the reliability of the gods in my heart.

"Hey, newcomer, why are you in a daze? Follow up quickly."

The stern senior suddenly interrupted my fugue.

He seems to be a level higher swordsman than me, so this time he will lead us to complete a mission as the lead senpai.

Speaking of which, this is still my first assignment.

In any case, it was not my turn to join the Ghost Slayer Squad, a low-level rookie with the mentality of "eating and waiting to die", but there is not enough manpower recently, and there are too many dead swordsmen, so I can join the crowd It's my turn.

I'm lucky too.

When I was cast in the final selection venue, I was worried that I would be instantly killed by ghosts because I was too weak.

In the end, I didn't meet half of them after picnicking in the mountains until the selection deadline, so I passed the exam with super paddling and became a member of the ghost killing team.

However, after communicating with a person named "Murata" in the same period, I learned that there were quite a lot of ghosts in the whole mountain a few days before the selection started.

It's just that they were all almost killed by a boy named "Sakura".

It is conceivable that he was a big guy.

"It's just that that person seems to be..."

Speaking of this, Murata showed a somewhat sad expression, but soon he said with a wry smile:

"That's how we swordsmen are."

"From the moment I picked up the knife, since I decided to deal with ghosts, I had to live with my head tied to my pants."

He restrained his smile, and said to me seriously: "Maybe one day I will never be able to come back during a certain mission. This is our last communication."

Well.

There is no need to be so pessimistic.

But this guy can set up a good reverse flag without a teacher.

Maybe I can survive to the last episode.

It's a pity for the same candidate named "Sakura".

Maybe if I could travel over earlier, maybe I could still meet and help out.

"It's all because of a certain guy. This year's final selection cannot exclude the weak at all."

"The quality of this year's members is extremely poor. It's only been a short week, and I don't know how many people have died."

——Senior's complaints came over.

He seemed to be very tired of us newcomers, very displeased with the orders of his superiors, and thought that us inexperienced draggers were simply a drag on his hind legs.

There is nothing to blame for the old people being impatient with the ignorant newcomer Xiao Transparent, because everyone is like this.

But the person who dissed has passed away is obviously his fault.

The meaning of that sentence is obvious——

This senior was complaining about Satoshi killing most of the ghosts, making some people with little strength pass the final selection, and greatly reducing the quality of members.

Sure enough, some people in the team were already dissatisfied.

Several people frowned slightly, and Murata next to me hissed even more.

The one who reacted the most was the boy from the same class who had no expression for ten thousand years and looked like he was owed money by everyone.

—he has drawn his sword.