Have you ever wondered why the handsome and charismatic guy always gets the girl? Or why does he seem to have such absurd luck that makes his life easier at every step?
Well, there's an explanation for that. Somehow, the world always rewards those who need it the least. And apparently, that's normal... right?
But what about those of us born with less? The lower class, those who don't have a pretty face or a dazzling personality. For us, the world has different plans: disdain, humiliation, rejection. If you like a girl, she rejects you for being ugly. If you dream of something, the world crushes it before you can even take a step.
But one day, something happened that you only see in fiction: monsters appeared out of nowhere, right in the real world. Blue windows floated in the air as if everything were part of a video game. And the most unreal thing of all... another world.
Too cliché for a fantasy story? Of course it is!
The usual thing would be for an "overpowered" hero to appear, with a thousand ridiculous abilities and a harem following him everywhere, destined to defeat the Demon King or any other generic threat.
And of course, there are several like that. Not just one.
But for some reason, I'm not one of them.
I, unfortunately, got to be the one everyone bullies. The one the girl I like rejects without a second thought. And while my family swears I'm not ugly... many people see me as a cockroach with legs.
At first, I didn't care. It was part of my daily routine: a bully bothering me. Nothing new.
But little by little, they crossed the line... until it became unbearable.
Before, my life was already a hell. But now that the whole world has turned into hell... my existence has become much worse.
So, what happens to me in this world full of young prodigies and guys with incredible powers and endless harems? Surrounded by people with the "eighth-grade syndrome" and delusions of grandeur...
I'm just an observer. A watcher. One who, ironically, can't even see the world that everyone pretends to conquer.
And with the power to shape the universe to my will, why should I care about bullies... or a girl's rejection?
The only problem is, I wasn't always some kind of multiversal god. To get here, I had to go through trials on the edge of death. I fell, bled, screamed... and survived.
Want to know how I did it?
Well, take a seat, grab your popcorn... and a tissue. Seriously. You're going to need it.