Y/n was an orphan who grew up to live an alright but boring life. He had no family, no friends, but he had managed to work his way to buying a house and had a job... then out of nowhere he was killed.
A hand slams onto the already broken alarm clock, shutting it off. The culprit then begins to stir awaken and that culprit, is me, Y/n. No last name, you see I was an orphan but I still managed to make a good life for myself. As I get up and begin to get dressed however I hear something strange outside.
Some Asshole: Then take this! REVENGE DEATH BALL!
Who the fuck is shouting Dragonball moves this early? It's.... 12 PM? FUCK, I'M LATE FOR WORK!! However this was the least of my worries as I looked outside to see a giant ball of black energy heading for me.
Y/n: Wait what the fuck?
Then everything went black.
The End
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That was the last thing I remembered before dying, now I'm just sitting in a void with a voice in my head. Man, at least I died by something cool instead of having some lame ass death like Kazuma in Konosuba. Though I wish I had powers like that which killed me, maybe I could even be a Saiyan. Or maybe an Arcosian, Namekian would be kinda cool, Oh and Majins are pretty awesome.
