Last Man On Earth When There Is No Earth? (Light novel): Vol. 01: Stranded: Last Man On Earth When There Is No Earth?, #1

By Dmanga Lover

Discovering that he is the last man…

… he realized his life might not be so bad.

But what's the point if he's trapped on that godforsaken planet?

After a long bad day ending in the most unexpected way, a young man wakes up in an unknown location with most of his memories missing.

Saved from dying as a pickled corpse by a strange alien he's then told that "Humans are a unisex species." and that he looks nothing like them.

Apparently the human male population went extinct while he was asleep, leaving only females behind.

Not only that but it seems he's stranded on an uninhabited planet with an alien as his sole companion.

A new life. The burdens he has to shoulder couldn't outweigh his happiness at the chance to restart. But the more he learns about the universe around him the more he realizes.

It's not always rainbows and sunshine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dmangalover
• Release date: Apr 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201967833

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Prologue.

BAD DAYS.

Everyone would eventually get a few, some more than the others.

You might forget your umbrella on a rainy day, getting soaked with nowhere to hide. That’s a good example. You might even slip and fall nearly breaking your back, the best you could hope for is a splash in the mud.

Getting sick when you have an important day, losing your wallet, breaking up with your girl... etcetera etcetera.

Sometimes those days could go so bad to the point of being hilariously funny, you just can’t help but laugh when you survive them.

How worse could it get? Listen closely, never ask a bad day is that all you got?. That’s the most stupid thing you could ever do.

I’m, or at least I like to think I’m, a normal seventeen years old high school student. Alright, normal isn’t exactly the right word to describe someone in my situation.

I said I’m a seventeen year old, that part is true, a high schooler? Not exactly. It’s been a while since I last left my precious PC and went outside. The only reasons I ever exited my room are food, shower and toilet. Limited releases and collectors edition games were once in the list but I no longer bothered with any of those.

This weekend was different though. It’s my birthday, ya~~y... of course with it being years since I celebrated the worst day of my life I got this brilliant idea to go out and have some fun. Bad decision number one.

My parents were somewhere out there enjoying their thirteenth honeymoon or something like that. A part of my mind told me they didn’t care.

I was just an accident that one used to keep the other around. One thing they seem to agree on is that my face isn’t worth seeing, that’s why we barely met for the past few months.

I’m not complaining though. I have all the money I need to live leisurely so I’m fine being left alone. In fact I appreciate them being gone, the quiet life suits me well.

Pretty sure it won’t last forever though. If one day they decide to cut off my allowance saying I’m a liability I would just sell all their properties and drain their bank accounts. Modern problems require modern solutions.

When it comes to school I had a perfect attendance record at some point. Though with no friends to speak of let alone a girlfriend I never felt like I enjoyed going there. I was the invisible dude, the guy whose desk would be noticed instead of him.

Luck wasn’t my strongest attribute. If this was one of those other worlds you hear about in anime and games I’m sure my stats would have a -999 in luck.

My terribly bad luck was one of the few things I had confidence in. I knew all too well that something would go wrong with whatever I do, and the more optimistic about something I become the bigger a screw up it turns out to be.

That’s right. School was one of those things I screwed up. I had a perfect attendance record, but that was until a few months ago before I stopped bothering and shut myself in my room. I stopped attending because of a certain incident I never understood myself.

Well, School might’ve been like that but at least I had a friend outside... maybe? A weird one, indeed. It’s been a while since I last saw her so I’m starting to believe she wasn’t real. Well I always thought it would be more realistic for her to be a hallucination.

Enough about the depressing old days, let’s talk about how bad this one in particular was. It’s a summer day, the vicious sun burned my eyes. I went to this really good restaurant that everyone online talks about and ordered something from the rather expensive menu. The next half hour was spent in the bathroom.

By some miraculous misfortune an expired ingredient found its way to my plate. I kinda ended up saving a lot of people because I was the first to order that dish, but there is no way I would be happy about getting food poisoned on my fucking birthday of all days.

Next I went to the theater in a nearby mall. Guess what Avenger didn’t survive the snap? Well, I can tell you if you want since I got to hear the answer right after I paid for the popcorn.

Pissed off I decided to go back and waste whatever money I had left on micro-transactions. I noticed it too late but apparently I was walking on the wrong side of the road.

They were doing some march for whatever rights some new oppressed minority group demands. Or was it a rally against the bad bad orange guy? Not that I cared.

I was painted as the enemy in a few seconds, for no reason of course, then got pushed into an alleyway and beaten to a pulp.

Thankfully I recognized the faces of some of the perpetrators. They were students from the same school I dropped out of. I don’t know why but they sure seem to hate me even though I never ever spoke to any of them.

As I lay down on a pile of trash I noticed the girls in that group giggling as they snapped photos of the fantastic state I was in.

Man, I wish they would just disappear. This was supposed to be a joyous day. Thought the idea of celebrating another year of my life passing by when I achieved practically nothing while continuously suffering sounded awful.

I wish I could just die and reincarnate in some other world like in all those anime coming out lately.

On a second thought, considering my life up till now I’m sure that whatever world I end up in would rain all its misfortune on me. But before any other world gets its chance with me it has to wait for this one to be done first. Thankfully that should be close from what I’m seeing.

How bad can a day go?

What? There is no way it can get any worse than this? You don’t say...

Getting food poisoned then hearing spoilers for the most important movie of the decade. Encountering a bunch of thugs then having your miserable state exposed on the net. There is no way anyone’s birthday can get any worse than this, right?

Well, try adding a freaking alien invasion to the mix!

Here, have some space ships with space humanoid lizards and some space laser guns! How about some screams and blood? Panicked crowds sure make a more realistic atmosphere.

But seriously, how hard did that dude hit me to make me see those things? Though I have to say I could watch the girls who laughed at me being devoured on repeat for days. It would've been more satisfying if it wasn't just a hallucination though.

Wait...

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IT’S A FUCKING ALIEN INVASION!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks to me losing my shit one of the ugly lizard faced green creatures noticed my existence. Telling one of its friends to hold its prey, the green alien took out what resembles a generic laser gun you see in any sci-fi game and without much of an effort blasted a hole through my stomach.

What a day. No, what a BAD day.

I’m actually impressed. My life ended at the start of an alien invasion. The world is going to end and I won’t get to witness it, what a shame.

I tried to breathe but I was already vomiting blood. As it turns out they got a part of my lungs too.

Well, nothing I can do about it. I didn’t get the usual truck treatment so I wonder if the world I’m going to end up in would be any better than this one. That’s said, I’m glad it’s ending.

I should sleep for now, something is supposed to happen after you pass away, right?

My consciousness started to fade. There was no system notification, no cute goddess waking me up, no sudden awakening inside a toddler’s body.

Only never ending darkness that went on and on. I’m too tired to think about it, and the lights are out. It feels pleasant too.

An alien invasion.

Haha.

Chapter one: I wake up and... what?

Part one.

IT’S PRETTY DARK IN hare.

Isn’t it about time to wake up?

Waking up? I don’t remember going to bed.

Going to bed? I don’t remember getting back home.

That’s right, the invasion. There was an alien invasion. A lot of lizard faced guys. Were they looking for the stones?

Man, I wish I met the purple guy. Now I’m dead.

I’m supposed to be dead... right?

Right, the space invasion. I was shot in the stomach.

Really, what a bad day.

Wait, what am I so angry about?

Space ships... alien invasion....

Yeah, that’s right. I swing more toward the fantasy side, not the sci-fi. Swords and magic were my thing. Laser guns and space crafts never hit the spot for me.

A gate to another world would’ve been nice. Scratch that, I would never like it if I got murdered by some random goblin immediately after getting beaten by thugs.

Wait... how did I die again?

Right right, the alien invasion.

The green creature shot a hole through me. There is no surviving that.

I don’t feel dead though... that’s weird...

It’s like I just had a really good night of sleep, something the sleep deprived me never got in a long while.

Isn’t it about time? Any minute now...

No? No system notification? No cute goddess?

Is this what they meant when they said there is nothing after death?

You mean I lived through all that misery just to end up in nothingness?

C’mon! You could at least send me to hell and let me laugh at the irony.

What did I do to deserve this?

Hmmm...

that’s strange... who am I again...?

Space invasion...

Green lizard faced aliens...

Sci-fi guns...

Girls getting eaten...

A bad day...

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Shit... I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything...

Am I really supposed to feel this good about it?

I think I’m going insane... I can’t move.... I don’t feel the rest of my body.... I feel tired.

Have to... sleep

~◇~

Day in. Day out.

I wake up, try to remember, then fall asleep again. That’s how I counted them but I had no way of knowing how much time actually passed so I stopped.

It was dark, and I had no way of keeping track of time. How many days... weeks... months had it been? Or is it years? More importantly, am I dead? Or am I alive?

Did the lizards really kill me?

Perhaps I was eaten, they seemed to like human meat.

An alien invasion huh... how do I know it wasn’t just a dream? The fog covering my memories continues to expand, getting thicker each time I try to remember. Maybe everything was a dream?

No, it wasn’t a dream. The scorching wound I got was real, I can still remember the pain very clearly. Though it seems to be gone.

Wait, if I’m unable to feel the wound doesn’t that mean I’m really dead? Not that I’m able to move or feel anything. No, I am still able to feel the pain. Something like when you see someone getting hit really hard and cringe as if you were the one hit.

Man, it would be hilarious if my luck is so bad that I survived my long awaited death. Am I really dead though? I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t hear. It’s like all my senses are gone. Am I breathing?

That’s right... if I think about breathing, I suddenly stop. It changes to manual control. I can feel myself inhaling, then exhaling. It’s slow, but I’m breathing. Finally, a proof that I’m alive!

Should I be happy about it though?

Some old guy once said: I think, therefore I exist. That guy should go eat shit. Thinking alone isn’t proof of existence, if everything else is gone you can’t even tell if you are alive much less if you exist.

If I’m breathing then I’m still alive. If I’m alive then I somehow survived that alien attack. Am I in a coma right now? Or could it be that I reincarnated and am currently in the womb of some woman? I will take the later please.

I want to move...

I want to leave this place...

I want to go home...

No, I want to die...

There is no point in going back...

I'm tired of that pointless life...

If I'm going to die then please let me...

I didn’t want to survive...

I don’t care who. Someone, please end it...

I feel tired again. Like my mind is forced to shut down. I dive into the dreamless slumber once again.

Part two.

COLD

Its cold

Wait... it’s cold! I can feel cold! I can feel again!

A sneeze forced my eyes open. My right cheek was against the floor. I think I’m currently completely naked too.

Why?

I remember floating in the darkness for a while before my mind gets slowly shut down, that I couldn’t feel a thing beside breathing before falling asleep. Now both my eyes function normally and I can feel my limbs.

I lift myself and sit there butt naked. My movements are a bit sluggish but soon enough they became normal.

The first thing to note is of course the huge scar in the middle of my torso left by the blast from that alien’s laser gun. I reached for the spot almost reflexively. However, there is no scar. No trace of the injury is left. Is this a new body?

In the first place, should I really be able to move after spending all that time in a coma?

This isn’t my body, alright... it seems I didn’t reincarnate as I had hoped. Did I transmigrate? This body is too refined to be that of a shut-in basement dweller gamer geek nerd.

Man, look at all those muscles!! There is no way I would get those abs while sitting in front of a screen for days on end. I would never have died a virgin if I had those biceps.

Even my skin looks so smooth and clean. Everything from my shoulders to my legs looks like it was edited with photoshop or some other similar software. My little guy however... he didn’t change much, I think? 

... ahem!

I failed to notice that, while I carefully analyzed this strange new body I woke up in, someone was standing a few feet behind me.

I slowly turned around and my eyes opened wide as I did. The entity who called for -or coughed at- me made the possibility of me being in another world sound more realistic.

A girl in a white rob. She has long golden hair with wavy ends that reached down to the back of her knees. Her body was rather curvy, in a good way of course. Her chest is enormous, and the openings at the sides of her dress revealed two deliciously thicc thighs.

I couldn’t resist staring, but I had to tear my eyes from them to