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Chapter 1: The Sinful Architect
I was just a regular guy.
A regular guy who… skimmed some building materials.
Okay, maybe more than "some." It started with two bags of cement.
Then ten.
How, you ask? Easy — I was the boss. The workers were all newbies who didn't know a thing. I took a little here, a little there. Sold the extra bags. Made some pocket money.
Steel bars? Oh yeah. Maybe 30 kilograms went "missing." Nothing anyone would notice… probably.
Years passed.
Eventually, I scraped together enough to buy a nice little house in the middle of the city. A cozy place. Enough for two people, maybe even a future.
Room 301.
Something about it felt… familiar.
Ten bags of cement.
Thirty kilos of steel.
Wait—
I squinted at the walls.
And sighed.
"Hope those kids didn't stack everything in one spot..."
The new kids in construction. Always cutting corners worse than I ever did.
That night, I went to bed.
Peaceful.
Then… crack.
Creeeak.
And then—
Boom.
I died.
At 27.
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When I woke up, I wasn't in my house.
I was lying on dry dirt, under a roof made of sticks and straw. Mud walls around me. It looked like some ancient hut.
Or maybe just a poorly-built one.
No… it actually looked better than what I built back then.
"Where the hell am I…?"
Ding!
> [Activating System...]
[Welcome, sinner.]
"…No way. Isekai stories… were real?!"
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> [Sin Accumulated: 3,491 Points]
[Warning: The higher your sin, the more painful your next death will be.]
[But at 10,000 points… you unlock the Shop.]
I stared at the floating panel.
Then at my hands.
Not mine. Someone else's.
Younger. Rougher. Calloused.
I buried my face into them.
And laughed.
"Well then... let's build something again."
Time to sin in isekai.
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