I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

The moment Kenjiro, Lyrielle, and Gluteus stepped back into the guild hall, a wave of applause and cheers erupted. His livestream had been a massive success, and he was now the talk of the guild. He spotted Ryo leaning against the mission counter, looking smug. Kenjiro marched right up to him, the hover-drone trailing behind, and triumphantly slapped the completed mission report on the counter.

"See?" Kenjiro declared, puffing out his chest. "Told you I could do it. Didn't need you at all. My party is way better."

People from the crowd swirled around him. "That was amazing, Bombom-sama!" "Your shadow is so powerful!" "You're the strongest Lily!"

Ryo just smiled, a genuine, proud smile. "You did good, Bombom. Looks like you're finally learning to be a leader." He leaned in and whispered, "Even if you had a level 49 elf and the best tank in the city holding your hand."

Before Kenjiro could retort, a new voice cut through the crowd, arrogant and familiar. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Goth Big Butt that likes to say 'birl'."

The crowd parted. Standing there was a young man with spiky, dyed-blonde hair, wearing an ostentatious, dragon-themed leather jacket. He was trying to look cool and imposing, but his nervous energy betrayed him.

Everyone turned to face him. "Who are you?" Kenjiro asked, annoyed at the interruption.

The young man struck a pose. "It is I, DragonSlayer69! And I have come to challenge you, Mr. Goth Femboy!"

Kenjiro stared at him, recognition dawning on his face. This was the idiot from the comments. He just rolled his eyes. "I'm not taking duel requests from a simp," he said flatly. He turned with a "humpf," and began to walk away, his party following him.

"Hey, come on! Don't leave me here!" DragonSlayer69 cried out, his cool demeanor shattering.

Ryo patted the dejected challenger on the shoulder. "Don't worry," he said with a wink. "He does this a lot. Just keep trying, and maybe one day his butt will be yours." The entire lobby burst into laughter.

Bombom ignored them all and stormed back to his room. He peeled off the tight black dress and the green wig, letting out a sigh of relief as he changed back into his usual black shirt and purple skirt. He went to the mirror to assess the... damage from the day, and then he froze.

His eyes. They weren't brown anymore. They were a deep, piercing red.

He leaned closer, his heart pounding. This was a real change. A result. The Titan's Essence, the workouts, the battles... it was all working. He was getting stronger, despite his weak-looking frame. He thought about his shadow, how it felt more powerful in the mine, how it took longer to vanish after the fight. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face.

This world wouldn't keep him down. He refused to be just a cute goth femboy. He would become a monster, his own kind of monster.

With renewed purpose, he dropped to the floor and began his workout, pushing himself harder than ever before, the red glow of his new eyes reflecting in the polished floor.