He wasn’t a hero. He was a salaryman. Burnt out. Alone. Just another face in Tokyo’s crowd—until a stray bolt of lightning ended everything. It wasn’t fate. It wasn’t destiny. It was a god who wasn’t watching where he stepped. And when the divine slip-up couldn’t be undone, Lucen was off...

Slaying the Demon King Sounded Cool… Until I Got Reborn with Four S-Tier Girls and a Constant Need for Therapy. I didn’t ask to be the chosen one. I died doing something stupid. Now I’m in a fantasy world—with cursed daggers, glow-in-the-dark eyes, and a party full of women who could acciden...