Washed up on a beach, I lived life stranded on a strange small island filled with fantasy mobs. Did I die? After losing track of the days I spent; a motor boat landed, and picked me up. Was this my rescue? Was I still in my world? WRONG!

Brought in front of a judge, I was accused of consuming the endangered wild life. What?! Were slimes rare? The island was practically made of slimes with how easy it was for me to find them. Games have taught me they were the most common mob; and you want to say I almost made them the next Dodo bird? What is going on?!

Given a guilty verdict, they sentenced me to restore the world. What does that even meeaaaannn??