1 Chapter 1
As I sit here with a can of beer in hand, I can't help but reflect on how many times I've found solace in this familiar routine. Is it the 10th time? Or maybe the 20th? It's hard to keep track anymore. But what does it matter? Each time feels like a welcomed escape from the monotony of my life.
Turning sixteen this year feels insignificant amidst the backdrop of my temporary job and the looming final year of school. It's not the typical teenage experience, I suppose. Most kids my age are probably out partying or chasing after crushes. But here I am, content with my beer and anime.
I remember the first time I bought a pack of beer with my pocket money. It was like discovering a newfound friend. With every sip, it's as if the weight of the world melts away, leaving behind a sense of calm that I rarely find elsewhere.
My lack of family and few friends doesn't bother me as much as it used to. Being an orphan has its challenges, but I've learned to embrace solitude. After all, who needs people who don't share your interests?
Anime has become my sanctuary, my refuge from the outside world. It's a passion that runs deep within me, but it's also been a barrier between me and others. Conversations with peers often end in awkward silences when I start talking about super Saiyans or Bankai. It's like I'm speaking a different language, one that they can't understand or appreciate.
And as for girlfriends? Well, let's just say my love life is as nonexistent as my social life. Who wants to date a guy whose idea of a perfect date involves binge-watching anime and discussing the intricacies of domain expansion?
But despite it all, I wouldn't trade this life for anything else. Sure, it might be unconventional, but it's mine.
Who needs them, anyway? My hands and the internet are all I need to feel content. Nowadays, there are adult toys available, like those from Tenga and other brands, but unfortunately, I don't have the money to purchase them, I am pathetic aren't I, well fuck u too asshole I didn't ask to be... ugh fuck.
Where did I put that joint I bought? I rummaged through my pockets and found the two joints I had purchased earlier. Carefully, I selected one, lighting it, and took a deep drag, exhaling slowly. Again... and again...
As I sit here, feeling the effects of the joint, I'm reminded why I always keep a few on hand. It's a relief from the weight of my thoughts, a temporary escape from the chaos in my mind. Maybe I rely on it too much, but for now, it helps me find peace in the moment.
Ah... I've finished my chicken and beer, wrapped up three episodes of "Jujutsu Kaisen" Season 2, and now I'm settling down on my bed with a second joint. I'm enjoying the feeling, contemplating the classes I have lined up for the next day.
I can't help but entertain a thought , what if terrorists were to invade my class? In such a scenario, I would swiftly retrieve the knife I always carry in my bag, neutralize the immediate threat, and tactically disarm them. Taking control of the situation, I'd strategically cut down any remaining terrorists, ensuring the safety of my classmates. Imagining such a heroic intervention, I picture myself being praised by my peers for my quick thinking and bravery. Girls will corner me and start thanking me by giving me french kiss other zipping open taking my dick out and start giving me head ahhh.....
I am hard but my hand doesn't have the power to do anything. I am high as kite as I put down the 2nd joint on astray and closed my eyes thinking about girls jumping up and down on my di** another one sitting on my face and moaning.....snore....snore...
YOUR HP IS AT 100%, YOUR MP IS AT 100%
"hemmm….."
I rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed
" that was the best sleep I've had in years"
As I sat up and looked at my surroundings, confusion washed over me
"Where am I ?"
I squinted, scanning the area with heightened vigilance, but there was nobody around. Straining my ears, I could hear the faint sounds of people walking outside the room I found myself in. I ran my foot along the floor, realizing it was made of wood.
Taking in the details, I noticed the room resembled a traditional Japanese wooden home, but instead of paper walls, there were sturdy wooden partitions. I had slept on a wooden bed topped with a mattress and a white sheet.
"Was I kidnapped?"
Panic surged through me, my breath quickening and becoming shallow. Frantically scanning the room, my eyes settled on a window.
"Perhaps I can escape that way."
Approaching the window with cautious hope, I drew back the shades and glanced outside. To my astonishment, I was greeted by an unusual scene, a bunch of folks decked out in these fantasy-themed cosplay outfit. You can tell they're totally into it, fully embracing their characters and the whole fantasy vibe. It's like stepping into another world altogether.
"Where the hell am I?"
I muttered, my confusion deepening. My eyes widened as they landed on two individuals walking down the road. One appeared to be an ordinary person, but the other wore a mask resembling the Hindu god Ganesha. Trailing behind them, a cage held a creature that immediately captured my attention.
The beast resembled a gorilla, but its white fur, elongated arms and legs. Its teeth were grotesquely large, and saliva dripped menacingly from its mouth.
"How on earth did they create something so lifelike?"
I wondered, completely absorbed in the surreal scene before me.
Suddenly, the creature let out a deafening scream
"Gaaahhhaaaaa..."
Startled, my heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to freeze as fear gripped me, causing me to lose control. I felt a warm wetness spread down my legs, and before I knew it, I had fallen back, landing hard on my ass.
"I AM GANESHA,"
A voice boomed from outside, still in fear, sweat beaded on my forehead as I hastily scanned the room for an escape. My eyes landed on two doors. Crawling on all fours, I cautiously approached the first door, peeking through a crack. Outside, people were casually mingling. Quickly, I shut the door, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
Turning my attention to the second door, I cracked it open slightly and found a bathroom. Relieved, I slipped inside and locked the door behind me. Still trembling with fear, I began to search the bathroom for anything that could be used as a weapon. Finding nothing, my gaze settled on a cupboard.
Standing up, I approached the cupboard and swung it open. At that moment, my eyes met the reflection in the mirror under the cupboard, and I froze. Staring back at me was a figure with black hair, slightly fair skin adorned with freckles, and intense black eyes
The shock of seeing this unfamiliar reflection caused me to hyperventilate. Overwhelmed, my vision blurred, and the next thing I knew, darkness consumed me as I lost consciousness, collapsing to the floor in a faint.
Regaining consciousness, I slowly nursed my throbbing head, trying to remember what happened. As I remember the unsettling memories, intensifying my sense of disorientation and fear.
Hypping myself I stood up. My legs trembled beneath me as I approached the mirror, bracing myself for the reflection.
"What the hell?"
I exclaimed, pinching my cheeks in disbelief, feeling the sharp sting of pain that confirmed I was indeed awake and not trapped in some dream.
So, I got a bit curious and decided to peek outside. And guess what? It was like stumbling into a scene from a fantasy world or something. There were all these people in these intricate costumes, like they stepped right out of a movie set. And the place was buzzing with activity - stalls selling everything from snacks to clothes, and even weapons! Like, actual swords and stuff. It was kinda cool, but also made me wonder what exactly was going on out there.
"Fu** did it really happened to me?"
The pungent smell of urine snapped me back to reality, making me scrunch up my face in disgust. When I looked down, I realized the mess I was in and couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment and discomfort washing over me. I made my way to the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I prepared to clean myself. As I am cleaning my body I saw my little brother which made me more depressed as it was roughly 2 to 2.5 inch softly hanging there.
'Fu** I didn't get a good body did I'.
Staring into the mirror once more, I looked at my reflection. My ribs were clearly visible, and my chest lacked the muscles I had hoped to see. Instead, my physique resembled that of a malnourished teenager. I had a weak physique, lacking the maturity and development I had expected for someone of my age.
After drying myself off with a towel, I began to rummage through the room in search of my clothes. To my surprise have a set of cosplay gear too.
I started dressing, pulling on a gray shirt with leather patches on the shoulders and elbows, giving it a rugged yet stylish look. Slipping on matching gloves. Next, I donned a pair of black pants, also leather on the knees and thighs.
As I fastened the belt around my waist, I noticed a knife tucked into its sheath. I carefully take the blade out to examine it. The knife is strong, with a sharp edge and a handle wrapped in leather.
Seated on the edge of the bed and feeling restless, I decided to search my pockets, hoping to find some clues or answers. Tapping the pocket of my shirt, I retrieved a receipt for a hotel booking. It shows a three-day reservation for the room.
Turning my attention to my pants pocket, I found an identity card. As I looked at it, sight of my own face and name came.
Name: Eren Dragonheart
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 14th December 1885
Place of Birth: Daedalus Street, Orario
Affiliation: None
Appearance:
Height: 4'8"
Eyes: Raven Black
Hair: Raven Black
Signature: [Signatureof Eren Dragonheart]
Issue Date: 5th January 1886
As I looked the details on the identity card, fragments of memories flooded into my mind, slowly piecing together the life of the person whose body I am in now. The familiarity with the language, memories of acquaintances and places, knowledge of currency—all of it started to make sense. There was even some proficiency with weapons, though not much.
One memory stood out, a terrifying encounter at the black market. The man had been trying to score a deal on soma wine, only to be tricked and robbed of his hard-earned cash. Afterword he drank the wine and got sick. And then, well I am here.
The cheap soma wine he drank may have been toxic, especially with his already sick body. It was a stark reminder of how quickly things can spiral out of control, and the consequences of trusting the wrong people. So I am in Orario, hah…
Here I am, thrust into a world where gods casually walk among mortals, blessing them with something called 'falena' to turn them into adventurers. Looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a surge of awe mixed with anxiety.
With gods and falena granting extraordinary powers. What should I do now?
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"Fu**…"
