IDAAFPA) Give Me Plot Armor Part 1 (unedited) (Patreon)

--An) New original called: I Died And Asked For Plot Armor. This is a gender bender where the MC turns into a Cat Girl. enjoy!--

‘This life is quite boring….’ Arata sat at the bar with a glass of sake in front of him. He was your average salaryman. Someone who worked hard every day. Went home late from work to a home with no one else there. His social life extended from the online games that he would play in his spare time to the same old man who worked behind the counter of a small pub next to his apartment complex. 

“Hey, master, Have you ever wished life was, you know, more fun?” Arata asked as he picked up his shot glass and poured another glass.

“Arata, I keep telling you to call me Shinji, not master. Every time you get drunk, you start calling me that. And if you want some fun, get out of the damn bar and go take a look at the world around you!” The old man sighed. He had no idea why this man always complained about the same thing but never took a step out the door. He just sat there in a drunken stupor until the shop closed and then walked out like the rest.

“Hic…” Arata nodded his head as he suddenly stood up, almost knocking his stool over in the process. “You are right! Hic….” Arata loosened his tie, slammed his credit card onto the counter, and then walked out the door, leaving a stunned old man behind him. It was already late, and the city he lived in was not a place that had much of a nightlife. Only the younger kids who were looking down at the world could be spotted here and there, and even then, they kept to themselves. It was a relatively quiet city where those over thirty outnumbered the younger generation.

Arata looked up at the night sky, his breath leaving a bit of white mist in the air. He was in his mid twenties and still single after all this time. This did not mean he had not had a girlfriend before. He had one. Lost his virginity like a champ, and then a month later, the girl broke up with him for some other guy. 

One might think it was a tragic love story gone wrong, but this was hardly the case. Arata worked a lot. He had no choice. Life was not cheap. And he had only started dating the girl because they had a drunken time together. It was not like he loved her but more out of obligation in which it was one where if one or the other found someone they truly wished to be with, then they could do as they pleased, and she was the one who left.

Thinking back on this time, Arata arrived at the small park close to his house and sat on the bench looking up at the sky. “I guess women just have it easier….” Arata sighed as he gazed at the stars. But the more he looked, the more he realized something was strange. A dark spot in the sky kept getting bigger and bigger until it was almost right on him. The only thing he saw before his eyes went dark was large letters reading: “Isekai Services.”

*Bang!*

Yashida Arata twenty five years old. Black hair, brown eyes, a slime built man with not much going for him. Died by a falling… Truck…

Or so he thought….

“Ugh… Hangovers are the…. No… No hangover, then… Why is it so bright?” Arata was quite confused. He had a headache, but not the normal one, one would have if they drank too much.

“Good, your awake. It seems the soul extraction process was successful.” A voice came from Arata’s side. He turned to see a white bearded old man who looked quite lively and wondered if he was in a hospital. He completely missed most of what the old man said since he was still getting his bearings. 

“Doc, did I pass out in the park or something? I could have sworn that I was hit by a truck….” Arata’s mind was a mess. He looked down at himself and saw that he was still wearing his business suit, but there were no signs of injuries.

“Ah, that is because you WERE hit by a truck, not just hit but killed by it. You see, you have won the lottery. A man with no ambition. A man with no meaning in life. A person who was nothing more than a suicide waiting to happen. You were hit by our special isekai services department. Out of billions of souls, you have been chosen to go to another world. 

“Of course, this is not without a per….” The old man was interrupted as Arata raised his hand, stopping him.

“So you are saying I died? By being hit by a truck? And now you want to give me some perk or skill and transfer me to another world? What kind of bullshit cliche is this!?” Arata asked in disbelief. He wondered if he had walked into some kind of insanity ward. 

“Well, you were not hit but crushed. You see, you were in a park, so we had to drop the truck on top of you. Do not worry. Your internet history has been erased, and the file containing all your naked cat girl pictures was thoroughly log…. Ahem… Destroyed.” The old man coughed a few times, knowing he almost made a slip of the tongue.

But Arata was actually stunned! No one knew about his special fetish! He had a thing for those 2d cat girls. He loved them! He couldn’t get enough of them but now…. His entire collection…. Arata paused when he realized what the old man had just said. “Wait, you were just about to say logged, weren’t you!” 

“No, of course not! How dare you think I would give in to worldly things. I am a god, after all! Let’s just get this over with. You get two perks for forcefully being killed, and isekai’d.” The old man would never admit that he did such a thing! So instead of one perk, he would give the bastard two to keep him from bringing it up again.