I died because of an energy drink.
Literally. A single can sent me straight to the afterlife… and turned me into the protagonist of a story I never asked for.
And instead of resting in peace, I ended up caught in the middle of a fight between two goddesses who decided I was the chosen one… even though I have no legendary sword, no broken powers, and zero motivation to save the world.
Now I’m just trying to survive in a world where logic is optional, quests feel like they were ripped out of a bad comedy, and the most powerful thing I’ve used so far…
is another can.
Yep.
Strange magical energy drinks with random effects—dangerous for my physical well-being and temporary: five minutes of glory, followed by going back to being a useless guy.
All I want is to eat without owing money, avoid dying from stupid stuff, and maybe—just maybe—not faint every time a girl winks at me.
Welcome to my isekai life.
I didn’t come to save the world… just to survive it with a shred of dignity.