Here's an improved, detailed, and more immersive version of your story in English. I preserved the core plot and tone while deepening the emotions, environment, and character reactions:
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Honestly, my life was a mess. A relentless, stinking spiral of misery. My mother was hopelessly addicted to drugs, wasting away in our roach-infested apartment while I ran around taking part-time jobs just to keep her from overdosing again. There was never enough food, never enough sleep, never enough... anything.
I didn't have time to care about myself. I was all bones and skin, filthy most days, smelling like sweat and cheap detergent that couldn't quite wash away the stench of poverty. I got bullied for it at school—mercilessly. They called me names, shoved me around, treated me like something less than human. And honestly? I stopped caring. I was just trying to survive.
One day, as I stumbled home after another worthless day of school, exhaustion weighed so heavily on me that I could barely lift my feet. My body moved on autopilot, mind foggy from yet another sleepless night. I didn't even realize I was walking across a pedestrian crossing.
I never saw the truck.
The impact came like the world itself had cracked open—and then nothing. Silence. Oblivion. A strange kind of peace.
Death, I realized, wasn't frightening. It was a relief. My life had no purpose. No joy. No warmth. Just pain and gray emptiness. And now, it was over.
Then… the darkness deepened. My ears started to buzz with a high-pitched noise like a swarm of angry insects. My consciousness stirred.
When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere completely different.
An endless white void surrounded me—sterile, infinite, and silent. The kind of place where time felt meaningless. I floated there, confused, until something strange began to shimmer before me.
A golden orb of light hovered in front of my face, glowing with an intense yet soft radiance. Slowly, it began to morph and shift, forming the shape of a woman floating gently in the air. She looked around twenty, with flawless skin and delicate features carved like art. Her body was shamelessly provocative—large, bouncing breasts, a perfectly shaped rear, all barely covered by a sheer white cloth laced with golden patterns that did more to highlight than hide.
Then she spoke, her voice like wind chimes wrapped in honey:
"Greetings, hero. You were chosen to save the world from the God of Evil and Suffering. I am the Goddess of Beauty, Sex, and Reincarnation. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I blinked in confusion. 'Hero? Me?'
But before I could say anything, her nose wrinkled, and a look of revulsion crossed her angelic face.
"Wait—what is that horrid smell?"
Her beautiful expression twisted into pure disgust as her eyes scanned me like I was roadkill.
"Ugh. You look like trash covered in vomited ectoplasmic mucus," she spat with venom, her tone now sharp and scathing. "A revolting creature like you... you actually expect to be a hero?"
She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, then paused, tapping her chin mockingly.
"You know what? I've got a better idea. You're going to be reincarnated, alright—but not as a hero. You'll be reborn as something weak, pathetic, and ugly. Yes... a goblin. That seems fitting."
She smiled cruelly. "I'll find someone better. Someone actually worthy."
Before I could react, my vision darkened again. The buzzing in my ears returned, louder this time—like static roaring through my skull.
'That smug, arrogant bitch.'
That thought—sharp and angry—caught me off guard. I'd never really felt anything in my old life. I just... existed. A zombie, floating through the days. But now, for the first time in what felt like forever, I was furious.
When I opened my eyes again, I knew something was wrong.
Everything looked bigger.
No... I was smaller.
My vision was lower to the ground, and when I raised my trembling hands—green, clawed, childlike—I realized what had happened.
"That fucking goddess really reincarnated me as a goblin..."
All I could do was let out a raspy, croaking grunt. My vocal cords felt wrong, inhuman.
Then, out of nowhere, a glowing blue window materialized before my eyes.
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