2 I'm Stuck!
Ainz's POV
'WTF?!'
I said out loud, well at least tried to. I can't even open my mouth, much more scream my lungs out.
'What the hell happened?!'
The last time I remembered, I just got back home from university and was tired from practicing for our Play that will happen in this year's Christmas event.
I went to take a cool shower, ate my leftover snacks from yesterday and off to fantasy land with my daily dose of reading fanfics.
Just as I was about to set my phone aside after reading all updates from my favorite Overlord fanfics.
When I was ready to lay down on my mattress to put myself to sleep after another day of living as your friendly neighborhood Theatre Kid.
I suddenly heard loud honking noises that was then followed by a loud *BOOM*
Low and behold it was caused by the legendary Truck-kun in steroids!
Such magnificent entrance! As expected of our Truck-kun! Somehow it found its way to the 21st floor of my apartment building.
How incredible is that?!
As I was about to rub my eyes to check if what's currently happening before my eyes is but a dream, a trick of my stressed out mind. I heard a voice.
"Oni-chan, Die for me~"
It came from Truck-kun! That didn't really help me understand the direness of my situation. But reality made it so that I would. As what's angled in front of me is none other than the Large wheeled arm of Truck-kun, as if aiming to punch me...
And it did.
"Eh?"
[You Died]
After seeing that game screen message colored with blood. I blacked out. The next thing I know, I was transported to this unfamiliar place.
Who knew Truck-kun would suddenly punch me till kingdom come even though I'm not from Japan. Is it because my Dad is Japanese and that made me a candidate for reincarnation or something?
Wait... Japanese? I have a Dad? and Mom? What was her name again? Why can't I fucking remember?!
I tried to see what I could remember but all I got were blurry faces of people I know that I knew and loved, and yet all I see in my memories are their silhouettes, so familiar yet abstract that I couldn't recognize them in detail.
The places I've been to... Weirdly, I somehow remember. I remember that I was in college but I can't seem to remember my teacher's face nor my classmates for that matter.
I remember my home, the cities I've visited, the books I've read, the games I've played, the songs I listened to, the animes and movies I watched with incredible detail but somehow... no faces.
It was as if Truck-kun's punch made me forget the people I've ever encountered in my life. Selective Amnesia? Or maybe there's something at play here. Or perhaps someone?
Did I meet a R.O.B. that somehow killed me by mistake? did he take away selective memories before my current predicament? What? How? Why?!
I thought Truck-kun was just a myth but I met him and he killed me. I thought I was bound to be in hell after dying but yet here I am... living, breathing, and... unmoving?
It seems to me that I don't have any control over my bodily functions...
I tried to keep myself calm and not get too panicky by trying breathing exercises.
'Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale'
'Well that certainly did the trick'
Let's not think about it too much for now.
'Where am I really?'
As I try to scan the room with only my eyes and can't help but admire its interior design.
'What is this? Ancient Greek-Rome-themed love hotel or something? it's quite luxurious.'
Only then I noticed a woman at the corner of my eye.
I wanted to move my head toward her direction so I could see her clearly but later slapped myself internally for forgetting what I realized earlier. I can't move! Except for my eyes though.
'Am I in the House of Wax movie or some horror shit?'
I think to myself as I grumble that I should have at least fought the mastermind before being turned into a wax doll.
But then the woman suddenly walked towards me. Only then was I able to properly see her.
A gorgeous woman with a face as if molded by the gods, paired up with 2 crystal blue eyes and long snow white wavy hair. With a body both divine and sexy.
But what caught his eyes the most were the ones on her back. White feathered wings that he didn't even bother to count.
'DAMN! Is she supposed to be the goddess who's going to grant me wishes?! She looks like some sort of High-tier angel like the Seraphs or something.'
I wanted to speak to her, to ask her about my circumstances but I couldn't do it.
Perhaps she could read minds like the usual 'I am all-knowing' trope in most?
'Hello?'
I didn't receive an answer.
'Maybe no-'
"Kyā ~ uchi no otto wa ikemendesu ne!"
'Eh? Japanese? Fuck! I should have paid more attention to my Japanese classes. Why me? You have brought dishonor to your blurry family. Dishonor to your blurry ancestors!'
As I continue to whine and complain while the pretty goddess continues to speak Japanese, a game screen suddenly popped up in front of me.
[You have acquired NPC Skill {All Speak}]
What? Is this a game? Will a system AI come out if I say the magic words? There's only one way to find out!
'Open System!'
...
Nothing happened.
'Fuck! well that was embarrassing'
Maybe it needs a different voice command?
'Open Sesame, System!'
'Open, Gate of the Systems!'
'Openu Systemuu~'
...
*cricket noises*
...
'Still nothing? Hm... Maybe..?'
'Status!'
*Opening NPC Status*
'Woah! It Worked!'
Laughing internally, I couldn't hold back my excitement.
-STATUS-
Name : Ainzerophiel Deus Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale [NPC]
Creator: QueSeraSeraph
Title: Seraph's NPC [NEW], Reincarnator [NEW]
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation: Angelarium Clan
Base: Melancholic Tower
Location: The Silent Hills (Helheim)
Race: Heteromorphic Angel
Racial Class:
Angel 1 lv
Job Class: N/A
Levels: Racial Level: 1 | Job Level: 0
Equipment:
Angelic Armor Set {Rare}
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Being stuck in a body you can't even control sucks. How will our MC fare?
Let me know what you think.
