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After my parting words with God, I was transferred somewhere else. Ah, teleportation really was convenient. The only teleportation I could manage was to the Divine Realm. When descending to the world, there were a few fixed locations I could use.

By passing through the Divine Realm, I could travel long distances, but only by myself. If anyone else was with me, it didn’t work.

Anyway, the place I was sent to was the center of a flower field, where a bed had been set up. So… this is where I’ll be sleeping. Well, that’s fine. I called it a flower field, but in truth, barriers had been set up everywhere, probably so that this place wouldn’t be destroyed by the god of endings’ power.

Whatever the case, as long as I could sleep, I didn’t care. The bed even had a canopy, so surely I’d be able to drift into slumber comfortably. That’s what I thought, until I noticed a figure standing here. At first, I assumed it was God, but it wasn’t.

It was Fumitsuki.

“…Why are you here?”

Well, I could guess the reason, but one normally wouldn’t pick this path… When she noticed me, Fumitsuki waved with a smile unlike any I’d ever seen from her before. She had stationed herself right next to my destination, the bed, so I had no choice but to approach, even though I honestly didn’t feel like it.

Once I was close enough to talk, I asked in a flat voice,

“Why are you here?”
“Because I wished for it, I guess.”
“And what’s so enjoyable about becoming the servant of the god of endings? Really?”
“I didn’t want to become your servant. I just wanted to be with you, Fini, and this was the only option.”
“…Sure, sure. Well, I’m about to go to sleep. For at least a hundred years.”
“Yeah, I heard that too.”

… Why would she know something that had just been decided? It was likely that this place had already been prepared beforehand. Damn God. So Fumitsuki was the one who would tell me what happened to the others.

“And you know,” she continued, “that strong-looking guy who had his wish granted by you, Fini, he went back to his original world.”

She started talking on her own. Well, I could just let it wash over me, half-listening, while my consciousness drifted toward sleep. Fumitsuki went on, as though unaware of me climbing sluggishly onto the bed.

“Fujiwara is going to another world with the young lady saved by God. The two of them loved each other, so I figured that’s how it would turn out, as for the other two who survived… well, you probably aren’t all that interested in them, Fini. Anyway, Megi and Monobe went back to Japan. All their skills were wiped, but they were returned in a way that wouldn’t look unnatural. That’s everyone, I think. Yeah. Ah, you’ve already fallen asleep. Good night, Fini.”

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#Author’s Note:#

Thank you for reading.

With this, “When My Classmates Killed Me, My Revenge Was Mostly Complete,” formerly known as “I was Killed by My Classmates and Became God’s Gofer” has come to an end.

Thanks to your support, I was able to update every day right up to the end. I truly appreciate everyone who stuck with me to this point.

I’ve already received requests for sequels and side stories, but at present, I have no plans for such.I might suddenly post something from another character’s perspective, but writing a full sequel would require deciding far too many things, and that’s not something I can jump into lightly.

Besides, there are other stories I want to write, and above all, updating two works at once is incredibly difficult. Counting completed works, I already have a fair number, so I’d be glad if you’d take a look at those.

For readers who came here lured by the TS (gender-bender) tag, works like “The Two as One Disappointing Princesses Want to Live Freely” or “Once a Dual-Voice Singer, I Leveled Up Into a Double-Gender” are still within the TS sphere, even if they don’t follow the usual template. For something shorter, there’s “The Wicked Demon Who Turned Me Into a Girl.”

And in terms of popular Narou genres, the short “I Am Not This Family’s Child” falls into the villainess/engagement-break/come-up category. If I do write something next, it will probably be a longer version of that.

As for this work, if inspiration strikes with a setting that I think could work, then maybe there’ll be a sequel.
For now, though, those who wish for one will just have to pray.

And with that, until we meet again somewhere else.