Tremble before this job list of mine.
A tremor rippled through the massive gymnasium, and my skin could feel it.
The job measurement ceremony that many students had dreamed of and challenged at the entrance ceremony.
A job is a lifelong partner.
When everyone turns 16, they must select one job.
However, those options are not equal. There are differences from person to person. The choices you want to grasp don't necessarily appear before you. That was the norm.
"As if that's how it should be..." I bluntly demonstrated otherwise.
I could feel numerous gazes concentrating on my job list.
"Hey, what is that?"
"Just how many... are there?"
Some looked as if they couldn't believe their own eyes, while others stared blankly at the job list displayed there.
"No way. There are even high-tier jobs."
"Hey, hey, hey, there are even ones I've never heard of. 'Hero'?"
"Who the hell is that guy...?"
Everyone yearns for and dreams of high-tier jobs. Some trembled upon finding them.
Some had eyes as if they were seeing hallucinations, finding many jobs they'd never seen or heard of before.
And then there were those who stared at me, the cause of this phenomenon, with looks of astonishment.
The murmuring grew exponentially.
You're all mistaken.
In this world, everyone can become the job they want to be!
Behold! This is a fraction of the 1,021 jobs that Dan-katsu proudly offers!
This is my job list!
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"Wait, isn't this the Nameless Starting Village?"
When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar place. No, it was a place I'd seen on a game screen.
"That's impossible," I thought, but this was a game I'd poured an estimated 8,000 hours into. There's no way I could mistake it now.
The game's name: Dungeon Job Hunting Recommendation.
The title was admittedly questionable. Even if someone said, "Couldn't you have come up with something else?" they'd be justified. However, the content was an incredibly deep RPG with massive replay value, a god-tier game that was also called a "no-lifer production game."
I too had surrendered to that flow, becoming a gray warrior gamer, continuing to obsessively play.
No, I had continued to obsessively play, I suppose.
"Ugh, my head!"
The moment I tried to remember that, my brain triggered a rejection response.
However, regardless of that, a flashback scene surfaced in my mind.
It was the worst possible event for a gamer, a nightmare, like the end of one's life.
Calamity had befallen me.
The last thing I remember is the image of myself in the mirror, collapsed and foaming at the mouth, looking like I'd taken some seriously bad drugs.
That was probably my final moment.
I looked that bad.
"Huh? Then what about me now?"
Why am I alive?
When I patted my body, something felt off.
"Was my body always this small? And wait, aren't these clothes... game costumes?"
It should be my own body, yet it was an impossibly toned physique that couldn't be mine.
The villager costume I'd grown familiar with at the beginning of the game.
When I touched my face, the difference was even more... actually, I couldn't really tell the difference. Give me a mirror.
But at this point, it was easy enough to guess.
"Could it be? Is it actually happening?"
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