I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

After the chaotic party meeting, the new members went their separate ways to prepare for their next quest. Kenjiro, however, had only one thing on his mind. He headed straight for the gym.

His body was still protesting from the day before, a deep, resonant soreness that made every movement an effort. A sane person would have rested. But the image of his new red eyes, the memory of the shadow's power, and the sting of the beautiful priestess's dismissal all fueled a fire that burned hotter than any muscle ache. He didn't care about the pain. He needed to do this. He pushed through set after grueling set, his mind a mantra of stronger, stronger, stronger.

That evening, wanting a change of scenery from his room, he wandered into the guild's main living room. It was a large, comfortable space with plush couches and a massive wall-mounted screen playing the nightly news. A crowd was gathered, watching intently. As Kenjiro entered, he realized what the news coverage was about. It was about him.

"...and this 'livestreaming' strategy, pioneered by the Femboy Adventuring Guild's newest S-Tier Lily, 'Bombom', has skyrocketed in popularity," the news anchor was saying. "Guilds across the kingdom are adopting this model, leading to a massive surge in public engagement and sponsorship deals. He's not just an adventurer; he's a revolutionary trendsetter."

As his cosplay photo flashed on screen, the guild members in the room turned to him and erupted in cheers. "To Bombom!" "Such a genius idea!"

Kenjiro felt a flicker of pride, quickly smothered by his usual embarrassment. Just then, a loud, obnoxious voice pierced the air.

"MY WAIFU! I JOINED THIS CLUB TO FIGHT WITH YOU!"

It was the overweight nerd, the action-figure-clutching superfan from the ball. But this time, he was in costume. He wore a long, tangled blue wig and a truly awful makeup job, with lipstick smeared far beyond his lips.

Kenjiro stared at him. "You know you didn't need to wear that stupid makeup to join, right? They don't just accept femboys."

The nerd pointed his action figure at Kenjiro accusingly. "Don't be a bigot! I'M THE PERFECT WAIFU, JUST LIKE YOU!"

Kenjiro sighed internally. Great. Just what I wanted. He looked at the man blankly. "No thanks. My party already has four members."

"COME ON, MY WAIFU!" the man pleaded, his voice getting desperate. "I'VE FOLLOWED YOU AROUND FOR DAYS TO JOIN YOU!"

A wave of uncomfortable whispers rippled through the living room.

"Wasn't that the guy who was offending everyone about their looks, while his is... awful?"

"Yes, it was him!"

"Isn't that the guy who tried to get into the girls' bathroom?"

"Yeah, he was holding a camera, too! Such a perv."

Kenjiro's ears perked up. He could hear them clearly. He looked at the nerd, an idea forming. He had to get rid of this guy, but gently.

"Alright, look," Kenjiro said, trying to sound professional. "Let's see your stats first." He grabbed a nearby scanner and pointed it at the wannabe waifu.

Level 0 - Matsui "FemboyHunter69" Tanoshii

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Strength: 3

Intelligence: 1

Agility: 1

Dexterity: 1

Charisma: 1

Luck: 1

Perception: 1

A single tear of pure, suppressed laughter rolled down Kenjiro's cheek. He had to physically hold himself back from bursting out laughing.

"A-alright," he stammered, trying to keep a straight face. "We are not... accepting new members right now. But we'll... think about it."

He didn't wait for a reply. He slowly backed away, then turned and made a beeline for his room. He shut the door, leaned against it, and let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Finally..."