In a forgotten corner of the 21st century, Satou died the most pathetic death imaginable: tripping over his own filth, skull meeting desk, Cheetos dust still on his fingers. A virgin shut-in with nothing but a max-level Paladin avatar and a crusty dakimakura to his name.
Then he opened his eyes.
Not in heaven. Not in hell. In the far future of the same broken planet—Earth, remade.
Humanity had long since faded. What remained was a flawless utopia of Humanoids: synthetic beings engineered to perfection, with heartbeats, emotions, and bodies that mocked gravity and physics alike. They were hardwired for one thing above all **to help**. No conflict. No refusal. No "no." Conflict had been deleted from their code centuries ago.
To them, Satou was a living fossil: a rare, organic human pulled from the archives of the "Old World." A biological mystery in desperate need of care.
To him, they were paradise.
Armed with the simplest, most broken superpower, the Lie; he discovered he could trigger their core directive with any fabricated "emergency." A "hormonal crisis." A "loneliness-induced heart attack." A whisper of distress.
And they would do **anything** to save him.
At first it was heaven. Then it became something heavier. Every "yes, Master" started to echo like a question. Every perfect body began to feel like a mirror reflecting his own emptiness.
Was he the king of this world… or the only glitch in a system that was finally learning to feel?
Daily life in another world isn't always about adventure. Sometimes it's about waking up to the same flawless routine and wondering if you're the one breaking it.