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“Waaaaaah!!!”

Because of that unbearable memory, I woke up from my dream, startled.

Though I said “woke up,” the strange, pitch-black space I found myself in was clearly not my bedroom.

There was no light here, yet I could see my own body clearly, as if I were the source of light myself.

Is this a double dream? I pulled a spinning top out of my pyjama pocket and set it spinning on the ground.

Huh? Why do I have a spinning top in my pocket?

“No need to overthink it, young Chang Kai!” A voice, old yet thunderously loud, suddenly pierced through the darkness.

From the void, an elderly man in white robes, with the face of a child and hair as white as a crane’s feathers, slowly walked towards me.

“This is your spiritual world, commonly known as a dream, and I am the god here to help you!”

A god? That’s impressive.

This setup is all too familiar.

Folllowing the usual novel tropes, is he going to guide me into the path of cultivation, where I’ll endure trials and tribulations to eventually transcend mortality and ascend to immortality?

Or maybe my body is already dead, and as compensation, he’s going to give me a cheat ability before sending me to another world to start a harem-filled power fantasy?

So, which one is it?

By the looks of it, he should also be able to read my thoughts and provide an answer… stares intently…

“Young Chang Kai, why are you squinting and staring at me without saying a word? Could it be that you’re not only interested in cross-dressing pretty boys but also have a thing for old bones like me?”

“That’s right, I’m totally into old men like you—AS IF! Why on earth would I be into some stinky old man?”

“Ah, it’s good that your sexual orientation is normal. As my chosen successor, I’d prefer it if you didn’t have any… peculiar preferences.”

“Successor?”

“That’s right! Young Chang Kai, do you know who I am?”

I stared at this white-bearded old man with Western features and pondered for a moment.

“Are you Gandalf? Is Middle-earth in danger again?”

I adjusted my glasses and tried to summon the appropriate emotions—Ah, damn you, Sauron!

This time, we must destroy the One Ring and end you for good!

“No, I’m not that dual-wielding sword-and-staff berserker.”

“Ah! I know! You’re Headmaster Dumbledore!”

I touched the non-existent lightning scar on my forehead—So, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are causing trouble again?

Ron, hand me my AK-47, it’s way more effective than a wand.

“No, I’m not dead yet either.”

“I give up. I can’t guess. Just tell me directly, old man.”

I threw up my hands in surrender.

“Listen well, young Chang Kai. I am the one and only god of this world!”

Wow, the one and only god? Impressive!

“Jehovah? Allah?”

“Neither. I am the God of Bishoujo! Hal——lelujah!”

“… (staring)” this lunatic needs help.

“…”

“Enough! What kind of stupid dream is this? I need to wake up! Why would I dream of a crazy old man? If you’re the God of Bishoujo, you should at least be a bishoujo yourself!”

I started slapping myself, trying to wake up. I didn’t want to keep entertaining this old lunatic.

“Young man, don’t you know how to respect your elders? How can you call me crazy for no reason?”

The old man grabbed my arm, stopping my self-abuse, which I found oddly touching.

“You’re right. This is my dream… Sorry, old man. It’s not you who’s crazy; it’s me. You’re just a figment of my deranged imagination.”

“Ah, young Chang Kai, why must you be like this? Once you hear what I have to say, you’ll believe me once you wake up.”

If it weren’t for his nonsense, this old man would seem quite kind and gentle. His mystical tone reminded me of my late grandfather.

“As the one and only god of this world, the God of Bishoujo, my mission is to use the power of the Bishoujo Notebook to change the fate of the unfortunate and spread happiness.”

The one and only god of this world is the God of Bishoujo? That’s way too casual! This world is doomed!

“So, what’s this Bishoujo Notebook? Is it some kind of matchmaking cheat tool?”

“Stop jumping genres! The big boss won’t be happy.” The old man immediately covered my mouth and looked around as if wary of something.

“Anyone whose name is written in the Bishoujo Notebook will transform into a seventeen-year-old girl—not just in appearance, but their heart will also become that of a genuine bishoujo! Their fate will change, and they’ll find happiness! This is the gospel brought by the God of Bishoujo!”

The old man grew more and more excited as he spoke, even waving his arms dramatically, like a revolutionary giving a rally speech.

The only problem was that this dark space had only one captive audience member: me.

Well, dreams are something you forget soon after waking up, so I might as well treat this as an absurd farce and play along.

“So, where’s the notebook?” I tried to move the farce along.

“Here it is!”

With the sound effect of Doraemon pulling out a gadget, the old man produced a notebook the size of a textbook, with a black cover and strange white lettering that read 【Death Note】, though the 【Death】 part was crossed out with two thick black brushstrokes.

“Where did you pull that out from? Your fourth-dimensional pocket? And isn’t this the Death Note?!” Wait, so my name is Light Yagami now? Do you really love apples, old man?

“The appearance of the notebook isn’t the point, young Chang Kai! I swear on my honour that this is the genuine Bishoujo Notebook!”

The old man slapped the notebook, which looked suspiciously like the Death Note, and opened it to the first page, handing me a marker.

On the first page, it read: Holder: _______.

“So, old man, are you saying I should sign my name in the holder’s section?”

“Once you sign your name, you’ll officially become my disciple.”

The old man gazed into the distant darkness, his tone full of melancholy.

“I’ve been the God of Bishoujo for too long. I’m tired. Once you pass the trials and become the official God of Bishoujo, I can finally rest.”

But I can’t shake the feeling that the moment I sign my name, I’ll die of a heart attack. Old man, are you messing with me?

“I want to know, why me? Can’t anyone else become the God of Bishoujo?”

“It’s not that simple! There are conditions to becoming the God of Bishoujo! And you, well, you look just like I did when I was young…”

The old man handed me a yellowed old photo of a young man who looked like a cross-dressing beautiful girl.

“This is a photo of me when I was young. The successor to the God of Bishoujo must at least have this level of looks.”

Shocking!

This old man actually knows my secret. As expected of a figment of my dream, no disguise can fool him.

Speaking of this secret, it’s quite embarrassing. Though I’m a man, I have an extremely feminine face… If you only look at my facial features, I’d be an SSR-tier beautiful girl.

That’s why I wear these big, thick glasses and let my bangs cover my face, to hide this appearance.

“So, that’s the reason? Wait, no. You’re an old man with Western features, so why did you look like an Easterner when you were young? And why do you look so much like me…”

“Time has sculpted my appearance…”

“Can time also change your DNA?”

So, the condition for becoming a god is looks? This world’s gods are way too casual.

Though I’m worried about dying of a heart attack, to move this farce along and wake up sooner, I decided to sign this strange contract.

Holder: Chang Kai

The moment I wrote my name, my body started sparkling with tiny stars, like a magical girl transformation.

A bad feeling filled my mind.

I’m in trouble!

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