1 1: Isekai-ish

I never understood the real difference between the reviving thing with the novels I've read.

I just read them all cause I was bored and was trying to kill some time.

Most of the related stories we've read, being the revivee? Transmigrator? Reincarnated? or whatever it is. There is or should be a common theme, right? Like G.O.D telling you that you are the chosen one or something that will save the world(another) from a particular baddie. Or a mistake in the soul system that they compensate you with cheat abilities and just downright underwhelming its capabilities by being a "too nice" individual. Or just wake up from a headache and suddenly realize you're somebody else now and just airheadedly accept it…

I have no idea what I've just said or what is happening.

See, I'm not in those. Or any of those

I'm aware that I'm a soul right now and should have remembered something about my past life, right? Since I can remember this reviving concept but.. for some reason, I don't remember any significant parts of my past life.

None. Zero. Nothing. Come

Name? I can name myself anything I want now.

Sex? I'm a boy...

School? No idea.

I don't even know my parents, siblings, and friends, but I know some familiar names and people's faces.

I just vaguely know I can do stuff and understand some stuff. This is worrying that I just want to grab one of the reviving story novel authors and shout to their faces, "S.O.B!! YOU LIED TO US!" but I can't do that.. and it's just too stupid for me to do so. I'm not saying I won't…

Ahem…

The setting, you say? Come to think of it, the standard set of a reincarnation novel is some shanty hut out in the wilderness to its counterpart, the room of some problematic royalty inside a castle or manor. Good settings, though, Oh! And being teleported to some forest for random plot reasons. There's some reincarnation stuff that lets them restart to somewhere before stuff gets too relatively crazy. It does provide some quick background stuff for the MC… But for me?

Just some never-ending expanse of white and not a snow-filled kind of white. Imagine a warehouse.. now, imagine the inside is painted white, and there are no gaps. Just white.. imagine it is ridiculously large. That's where I am now.

What background story I'm going to have if it's just white? However… There's more to this white hell that indeed blinds your eye(hopefully).

As time passed, color me surprised when I discovered five other people were inside this "place" by discovered; I meant I just saw them. They're a bit far away, and their clothes are "highlighted" in this hell hole. Hehe. "highlighted," that made me giggle a bit.

Okay, I'm sorry. I just laugh at my own joke.

Moving on–

Highlighted is the word I used because their clothes aren't exactly that.. clean? Or just that their clothes are not color white(thankfully) except for that one person–for the reason I thought there is a floating head among them. I calmed down for a bit cause that really gave me a fright, and that kind of stuff is really scary for me…

Their clothes range from what an eastern monk wears and a science gown with blue lines. The in-between consists of some mismatch of clothes or my own terrible interpretation of what nobility should wear. What am I wearing, you ask? Why do you need to know? A--ar-are you a pervert-san????

Alright.

Okay. It's just regular pants and a shirt. I like the sneakers, though. What? I'm not playing hard to get.

Why am I rumbling about so many things? Physically speaking, I died, which in itself is distressing already. Emotionally/logically speaking, why can't I get uneasy about it? I seriously doubt the mindset of a transmigrator at this point. How can they be so calm about it? It's normal to BE in a panic and stay in a panic until the grief has settled in. Psychologically speaking, this stuff should be in the next DSM iteration because everything is abnormally unsettling about it.

Next, Currently speaking, 3 out of the 5 individuals seems to be in a brawl(horribly) that is not entirely fit to their "age." fit? What do I mean, you may ask? First, I have no idea if I said the right word. Secondly, they're adults that fight like children. Ever seen nerds fight? There are slaps, scratches, screams, screeches, and spits all over the place. I'm already far enough in walking terms to hear their curses to each other. Honestly, even their curses sound so wrong. It's not the volume, mind you; it's the content I'm referring to. Number 4 is just sleeping that it is surp-

Wait a second–

is he- noo-- he is-- HE'S FLOATING!! wa- how- whe- I don't know what's happening, but that's some early Houdini shi--

Ohhh noo... it's just a tiny hill he's sleeping on.

False Alarm, people. It was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Ohhh wiieee... This was kind of a letdown. Getting my hopes up and all. I was finally going to see some magic, but I only got some tricks…

Number 5 is the eastern monk one. A dude. If I may ask, is there a female monk? If so, I never heard of one, though. If there is one, do they share rooms with the men? I'll pay to see how a monk will go crazy over to the pleasures of the flesh due to close(too close) interaction with the opposite sex. How to meditate together and getting hit by the stick becomes something different entirely. Huh? What? Oh, I got sidetracked. My bad. As I was saying... what was I saying?

Let's get our bearing first; I'm dead, and I am a ghost right now. I'm currently male. No idea if it's good. I got clothes and shoes, which are excellent. Definitely, have no idea what the hell is going on. Stuck in an endless expanse of white. The 3 stooges have emptied the " brawl" into some sort of projectile-based warfare... SHOES AND SPIT.

For everything that is happening right now, I still hate you authors for those lies. I got sucked into your beautiful sh*t.

Sigh. I guess this is my life now, huh…

Now let me try asking the other "locals."

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Number 1-[You youngster! A-and your new incomprehensible babble! How dare you treat me like some sort of turd!? I was only... Damn you! Stop spitting on me!] wiping his face, which shows his disgruntled face. He tried to confront the young man again. Preferably not getting any spits along the way.

Number 2-[ptui.. don't get close to me, you antique from a bygone era and will you cease, you foreheaded buffoon. Am I getting punked? Is this an anime convention? Why such clothes? And why in such interior? Don't you know white color induce-] as a nod to the "old man"'s observations. It is indeed a complete babble talking to this guy.

It is interesting to see such tirades. Hmm. It's like watching a debate that, from the start, was just those two trying to ask each other what is here, where is here, and how it is here. Then it turned to this spit fest. I don't know what I just said, but it's just a debate from where I'm standing.

Number 3-[You really letting this old man get to you? You know… if I was in your place… I would not even let him get a chance to say some words, more so to show me that threatening look. No, No, No. I would not.] he fumbled around behind the 2nd guy and slid his way in close to him, and laid his back to him, which may look like a cool scene from an action movie where they stood together back to back but outstandingly making it seems so creepingly weird and reaching his hand out to him with a backhand move and whispering [here's a shoe]

Uh-huh... That was definitely weird. I'm full of more questions than I initially had. I did say he whispered to him! No, it's not a mistake. He really did, but I can clearly hear him this far away…

Onwards then. Let me just ignore them for a bit, and I will ask some "friendlier" individuals. Let's try that sleeping fella.

"excuse me, sir, can I-- oh, just forget it."

Here's an individual with nothing to care about his surroundings. Sleeping heavily in this situation is just insane. on the other hand, I want to ask where he got a pillow from, though…

Now on to the main subject. I can definitely try asking that monk, but I need to go around the mess as those three leveled up their brawl with a full-on fistfight.

Okay. just need to jog around these fools and pro-

THUD

OHHHHHHHHH-SHHHHHH-AHHHHHH

Here I am, clutching my gut as I hit something head-on like an idiot.

I realize now, looking at the 'thing,' as it looks like a podium or pedestal. It is a significantly whitish color like the whole place makes much more sense on why I didn't see it first.

Let me just help myself up first before I tackle this obnoxiously shaped object.

Okay, okay, okay. I am now touching the white pee-pee-looking structure, and nothing is happening... This is slightly embarrassing cause I thou--

POP

YEAH!!!!!!!! HAHA!!

Yes! It definitely is something like those novels! or similar to that... I don't know, but I feel this moment is a positive thing.

A holographic screen pops out on the top of something stand-ish. Staring at the screen, nostalgia hit me as the screen is so familiar that I almost shed a tear. The screen shows a character creation screen from an old game called Ragnarok Online.

Hol' up a minute. Why did I remember this stuff? And that monotonous sound I kept hearing after that screen popped out. Lastly, why do I get the urge to provide a name in that blank space?

This is getting out of hand... I need to think of a name first.

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"Phew! never have I thought that thinking of a name can be this hard." I didn't realize that I was sweating already just by thinking of a long amalgam name for the character. This still doesn't explain why I need to do so. I can press the name button and be done with it.

Looking around this place. The sleeping dude did not budge at all. The monk is just there, in a sitting position minding his own business. The three idiots are now running on fumes in the mess they started.

Let's just press enter then.

"huh. Didn't know there was a screen like this. Come to think of it... there is no stat allocation part too. The last thing I wanna point out.. is that damn green diamond on top of my character. awfully similar to the sims green diamond.. the heck is goi-"

WHIZ

Suddenly the pedestal thingy is gone like it got sucked into something. As I back away further from the pedestal's last position. A crack in space, or rather a hole space, happens out of nowhere.

A black-white hole.

"A shit. I fucked up... wait a sec, a black and white hole? this is gett-"

I tripped as I felt a heavy pull of gravity. I tried to grab onto something but was unlikely due to the layout of this place. I look around the place as I see the 3 idiots screaming, crying, and laughing in no apparent order. Hugging each other as they are pulled towards the ever-increasing hole. The monk just got swallowed while in a sitting position. The sleeping dude is being dragged towards the hole while still sleeping.. how the heck is he still sleeping.

As for me, the pull is getting stronger... wait a minute.. you god damn got to be kidding me; this is some isekai bullsh-!!!!!

WHIZ

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