After being reborn, I was turned into a slave girl by a princess.

After being reborn, I was turned into a princess's maid. (Author: Little Monkeys Are the Best)

(This book contains strange content—it's a book about transforming into an orange.)

I should have been a hero, using invincible power to save the world.

But before the plan was set, an unexpected event occurred...

"I never imagined you were so eager to be bullied that you chose such a body?"

"No! It's all a misunderstanding!!!"

I was hired as a maid by a black-haired girl, and that's how my journey began.

Volume One: Awakening from the Stars

Chapter 1 The Transmigrator

Inside the magnificent palace, a grand ceremony is being held.

Whether it was the elderly king, the solemn pope, the young noblewoman, or the generals, they all dressed in their finest attire, revealing expressions that were both serious and excited.

This ceremony is to honor "that hero".

No one knows where he came from, and no one knows his real name.

But the hero, with only a sword in his hand and his unparalleled magic, caused demons and terrifying beasts to collapse at his feet, turning into chunks of bright red flesh.

Humanity thus lived peacefully, and fear became a thing of the past.

Such a great achievement is unprecedented... People cheered, and many girls wanted to run forward and dedicate themselves to this great hero.

"Thank you for protecting our homeland, brave warrior!"

"Hero, could you give me a wink?!"

"No, the hero is so handsome, I'm melting!"

……

Upon seeing this situation, the hero simply smiled.

No one would know that he was not a being of this world... but a transmigrator, a young man from an ordinary world.

After suffering eleven consecutive losses and dying from exhaustion after staying up all night trying to win, he came into this world by sheer chance.

Although he was completely clueless when he first woke up, he quickly displayed the unique talent and abilities of a transmigrator.

Those ferocious demons were nothing to fear. By bringing modern knowledge into the Middle Ages, he greatly improved the development of society. He was called a genius with both wisdom and courage, the hope of the old kingdom, and so on.

Of course, that's all in the past now.

Moreover, because he had so much honor, the hero didn't care at all... What he cared about most was the promise the old kingdom had made to him: as long as he protected the kingdom, the beautiful princess, as white as snow, would be passed on to him along with the throne.

Therefore, the hero has always kept himself pure and upright, and he has not paid any attention to the many women who have thrown themselves at him.

After all, is it to build a harem?

We'll wait until the official wife arrives before we start...

Legend has it that although the princess never showed her face in public, she had large eyes, flowing silver hair, and an elegant and graceful demeanor, making her the most beautiful being in the world.

……

Now is the time to fulfill our promise.

So the hero laughed loudly, and the old king also stepped down from his throne, clutching his crown, and came before the hero.

"Brave warrior, I am very grateful to you for everything you have done for this country."

"You're welcome, it's all I should do."

"Then, the throne is yours... My daughter is already waiting in her chamber..."

Looking at the crown and key handed over by the old king, the hero felt as if the whole world was under his control.

The moment has finally arrived; I can finally shed the virginity that has been with me since my past life!

however……

Before the hero could even reach out and take the key...

A familiar feeling came from his chest...

……

Pfft!

……

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……

(Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me?)

Having died of a heart attack, I am all too familiar with this feeling.

It was a heart-wrenching pain, as if it were breaking, and a dryness that made it feel like breathing had stopped.

Soon, excruciating pain spread throughout my body. Although I wanted to reach out and take the crown and the princess's keys, my outstretched fingers froze.

"Brave, Lord Brave?"

"Oh no! The hero has fainted! Someone, come quick!"

Despite the gasps of alarm from all around, I knew that with the kingdom's medical technology, there was no way to save myself.

and so……

(How could this be? He died again...)

(Damn it, I don't want it to end here! I still have princesses to conquer, and so many great undertakings of revival to complete.)

But I never had the chance to achieve any of these things.

Consciousness gradually fades away.

I died from this world once again.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

All I felt was complete darkness all around me.

Perhaps this is what a dead world looks like?

It was empty; there was nothing there.

You can feel yourself floating, and you can even feel that you still have the energy to think.

but,

But you don't want to think at all.

Because once you start thinking, you realize that you are already dead, that you can never touch the sunlight again.

Real life is so wonderful.

But the world of the dead is so boring and cold.

Realizing this will only intensify your sense of despair.

Boundless loneliness and deathly silence will devour you, turning you into a monster.

Therefore,

Let's just not think about anything...

Let it remain quietly asleep forever.

……

However, just as I closed my eyes again...

The silence that had been building in my ears for who knows how long...

But then a mechanical voice came through...

……

"Savior No. 114515, congratulations. You have once again been given the opportunity to travel through time."

……

"Uh?"

Perhaps it's been too long since I've heard anyone speak to me?

At first glance, I didn't even understand the meaning of the sound.

Savior?

Congratulations to me... What nonsense is this?

……

But before I could think, the mechanical voice rang out again:

"Because of your outstanding performance last time, you will also be given the role of saving the world this time."

"W-what?!"

My head started to ache, and countless fragments of thoughts flooded into my mind again.

Memories of my past life, of my time as a hero, of my solitary journeys, of my time with others… Though not all of these were happy, they are precisely what make me who I am.

Such a unique individual.