A Basement-Dwelling Loser, the Inquisitor – Chapter 0

I hate cults.

My parents dedicated all their wealth to the cult.

That was when I was five years old.

As I grew older and entered elementary school, I couldn’t fit in with anyone.

The kids knew our family’s situation frighteningly well, and thanks to that, I got bullied and isolated because my parents were in a cult… and because we “had no home.”

Then one day, my parents tried to sell me off because they claimed they had no money left to give.

Overhearing that conversation, I immediately ran away from home, and that’s how I ended up alone.

The cold streets were incredibly harsh for a child, but if I got my act together, I could somehow survive.

That was before I entered high school.

As time passed, I gradually became an adult, and on a day when I was desperately earning money,

I collapsed and died while resting at home with a cola in hand.

Probably from overwork.

It was the day of my 29th birthday.

…And that’s the story of my past life.

The world I was reborn into had two differences from what I knew.

First, this world is a fantasy world, different from Earth.

Second, I’m a woman.

“Q-quiet down…!”

Kkang!

And now, I became an Inquisition Officer in this world.

“…Huh?”

On the day of my 15th birthday,

I returned to Earth.