I lived the life of a loser. Letting others make decisions for me, running from any signs of conflict, and drowning myself in alcohol to hide from the hardships of reality all the way until I died.
Yet, I had still held onto my dreams as buried as they may be. So, when I was brought into the afterlife and given another chance as a laborer, I... spent it doing what I've always be doing. I did it until I couldn't anymore.
With our camp near destruction and our manager slain, what can a bunch of laborers do against a superhuman opponent? So, for the first time in my life, I have decided to make a real decision.
