If you remember something but no one is around to see it, does it truly happen? And if memory makes up your identity, what happens when you give that identity up?
Isekai. It was a type of story I knew well. But it was fiction. At least, that should have been the case. But one day, after falling asleep, I woke up to a strange woman standing before me. It was a piling of coincidences and misfortune. A choice of an unorthodox power. If I wanted to avoid playing on the strings of the Goddess, I would need to circumvent her powers. And to do that, I made a gamble.
Cover art done by Gelowaggle.