2 Tight situation

Beep-Beep! Beep-beep!"

The electronic alarm's persistent sound ceased as a hand intercepted it.

"Huff..." Emitting a prolonged exhale, a teenage boy rose from the blanket. His lengthy, disheveled hair cascaded over his face as he stood, revealing a stature of six feet and an athletic build that defined his presence.

"Wait, that's not my room." A realization hit him as he observed the surroundings. This place was even smaller than his usual place, not to mention way more cramped up. Quickly, he walked to the window and unfolded the curtains to look outside.

Golden yellow sunlight reached his face, bright enough for Aryan to close his eyes. Slowly, he removed the hand from his face and looked at the outside world with his mouth wide open. Creatures are flying in the bright blue sky, and golden castles are howling in the air.

People walked around the ground, most of them dressed in armor and holding medium weapons. Aryan was completely stunned, shocked, astonished, dazed, biweldered, flabbergasted, speechless, confounded, and everything else that could exist in the dictionary.

"I guess it's probably one of my dreams, bruh." He said this, chuckling to himself, before he closed the curtains and jumped on the bed again in order to sleep.

A minute passed; two minutes passed, followed by three. Aryan turned around, changing his posture and trying to sleep, but the more time passed, the frown on his face intensified more.

"Fuck it! It's too real for a dream." He almost shouted, getting up from the bed again to unfold the curtains and look at the same visible scenario. He stayed there, observing things, before he came to a conclusion.

"So, this is some TV ad where they prank people and record everything." He said this, smiling sharply, before he walked to the table and picked up a paperweight, tossing it in his hand. "I will give you that; your technology is so realistic, you almost caught me off guard." Unfortunately, I am quite an overthinker."

He said, before he made a stance and threw the paperweight out of the window, assuming it would hit some wide screen, and boom! The weight did colloid, but not against some screen, but rather a person.

"Who motherfucker throws paperweights around on people? Show me your face, you sneaky bitch... I am going to end your bloodline." A series of curses sounded as the weight hit the ground.

"Okey, it's a failed option." Aryan thought, biting his lips, as he closed the window again. In reality, for him, this was neither a dream nor a TV advertisement. Scratching his temples, he thought back to the last memory he had.

The computer, the earthquake, the magic circle, and the white light. "If everything I recall is true, I might have been Isekai'd to another world. Or, someone is pulling a humane prank on me."

"The possibility of pulling a prank is less than the possibility of getting a girlfriend. So, as unrealistic as it sounds, I might have Isekai's in this world." Aryan thought, looking around the room.

The room he occupied lacked extravagance. A makeshift bed lay on the floor, now folded into a corner. A table, a wooden chair, and a drawer were the minimal furnishings within the small space.

With a determined expression on his face, Aryan stood up. He decided to investigate all the things in the room so he could get a decent idea about the world or how he got there.

The first thing he did was scroll through the note copy on the desk. Although the language was unknown to him, he was still somehow able to understand it clearly. From the overall writing, it looked like the notebook contained some knowledge about creatures and their abilities.

"It's like a third copy of a Pokemon desk, except for the shitty drawings and trash-like handwriting." He thought about scrolling through the pages. Finding next to no useful information, he put the notebook down and searched the other three notebooks, namely about 'Fire Magic', 'Wind Magic', and 'Water Magic'.

"I don't see Earth magic there; I guess they are in the drawr." He thought to himself, gazing at the drawer. The first section of the drawer was filled with clothes and crystals. Instantly, he went to open the second section of the shelf, where he found all sorts of books.

"Basic magic… Acrane Magic… Inherited skill… step-sister stuck… Guide to drawing ruins... gang-bang… glory hole and Overflow...hmmm" He scrolled through books, humming. It didn't come as a surprise to him that half of those books were filled with adult content and porn stuff.

Aryan took his sweet time to read the contents of all the books, especially the highlighted parts and the notebook. Weirdly enough, he was quite enjoying reading about magic and other stuff.

A few hours passed, and he had gained quite a lot of basic knowledge from these books, but none of them answered the question in his mind. Why is he here? Whose room is this? Are all the information written in these books correct or merely a fantasy? And the most important part. Where is his cheat system?

"Knock-Knock Knock"

Three knocks sounded on the door, followed by an unknown but familiar voice saying, "Aryan! Brat! What the hell are you doing? You want to fail your test, or what?"

Aryan looked at the door as he stayed silent. Without making any sound, he walked towards the door and looked out of the small hole. Before the door stood a dark-skinned, muscular man with red hair. A heavy sword was tied to his back, and diganol scars from his forehead to his eyes ran down his face.

Even as complete strangers, Aryan felt as if he had known this person for a very long time. Still waiting for confirmation, he asked,Who are you?"

"So you finally lost it, huh? I am your hand who has been feeding you for the past 4 years, and this is what you ask me." The person responded, although the words may seem rude, but he was saying it with a sense of mockery.

Not wanting to offend him, Aryan decided to play along as he opened the door. "So... what do you want from me?" He asked, avoiding any eye contact. Still, the figure before him kept looking in the room strangely.

"Wait, you were reading porn magazines?" He asked, surprised. And before he knew it, the door closed again.