Chapter 1:"Royally Screwed in Fantasy"

Jay lay on his bed, chuckling at the unexpected twist in his favorite anime where the main character turned into a badass and met a rather grim fate. As he closed his eyes, he never expected that when he opened them again, he'd be in a completely different place.

Confused and disoriented, Jay realized his attire had changed, and his hands were now smaller, like those of a 10-year-old. Panicking, he attempted to slap some sense into himself, but the reality of the situation sank in. "What the heck is happening to me?" he shouted in frustration, digging his fingers into his face.

After taking a moment to calm down, Jay cautiously descended a creaky staircase in a house made of stone bricks and wood. It felt eerily empty, as if he were the sole inhabitant. Stepping outside, he was greeted by the sight of a empty medieval-like street, leaving his head spinning.

Looking to his right, a single thought echoed in Jay's mind, "I am royally messed up.". Jay's gaze was fixed on the colossal wall that dominated his view. The enormity of it reminded him of the walls in the Attack on Titan series. An unsettling feeling washed over him, and he couldn't shake the thought that he was indeed in the world of Titans.

Examining his trembling arms, Jay struggled to calm himself. Despite his efforts, anxiety consumed him, and he spent the night in the room, unable to sleep. Morning came, and a voice called out, "Jay, you brat, where are you?"

Startled, Jay descended to find a middle-aged man holding a beer bottle and bread. The man, dressed in a uniform with the Scout Regiment symbol, caught Jay's attention. With a cheerful expression, he scolded Jay for making him almost come up, handing him his favorite white bread. The man mentioned leaving for a few days outside the wall, assuring Jay that the Titans couldn't harm him. Jay, still processing the situation, watched as the man left with a hint of sadness.

"Don't worry, those half-ass Titans can't do anything to me. Behave well, and Aunt will bring you food," the man reassured, ruffling Jay's hair before departing. As Jay observed the man's retreating figure, he couldn't shake the feeling that the man, connected to current Jay in some way, was walking into death.

Taking a bite of the white bread, Jay decided to explore the streets. The people around him seemed different—calm and peaceful, contrasting with the hurried pace of the modern world he knew. As he wandered, he realized he had lost his way. Despite taking several rounds, he eventually stumbled back home.

On his journey, Jay noticed a boy around his age and an expressionless girl walking the streets. There was something familiar about them, but in his rush to find his way, he didn't dwell on it.

Nightfall brought an old lady to his doorstep, bearing vegetable soup. Unfortunately, the taste was dull, making it a challenge for Jay to enjoy.