"Huh?"
That was the first thing to leave my lips the moment I woke up.
Blue.
The sky?
I saw clouds. Blue sky. So blue, it immediately told me something was wrong.
I tried to sit up.
Failed.
Nope. Not happening.
"…Okay?" I raised an eyebrow, turning my head to the side.
Trees.
I turned the other way.
Tree. Singular.
Alright, one fact established: forest.
"But… what the fuck am I doing in a forest? Shouldn't I be in heaven?" I muttered, frowning.
I couldn't forget it.
That bastard pulling the trigger.
There was no surviving that. No way in hell I was still alive.
I should be dead.
But I wasn't.
Wait.
Isekai?
No.
No way.
Hell no!
And just like that, my long-buried otaku brain activated like a dormant virus. I started processing everything through a fictional lens.
Was he… Truck-kun?
Seriously?
Couldn't even get hit by a proper truck?
Wait. Or maybe he was the driver. Maybe he got tired of waiting for me to step outside after being holed up in my apartment for weeks. And obviously, the truck couldn't just fly into my room—unless we're talking really lazy writing. And believe me, I've read some god-awful stories where authors cram trucks into alleys that wouldn't fit a bicycle.
Maybe the guy just gave up and decided to shoot me instead.
Honestly?
That kind of makes perfect sense.
More than any logical explanation. I mean, why else would the janitor—yes, the guy was just the fucking janitor—kill me? I didn't even know him.
And that whole "she'll kill me if I don't" thing?
Sigh.
So what, I'm reincarnated?
Then why the hell can't I move?
"System," I whispered.
Nothing.
"SYSTEM!"
Still nothing.
"Dashboard."
Nada.
"Log."
Nope.
"Profile."
Fuck all.
"…Seriously?" I groaned. "No cheat? No interface?"
Wait.
What if I'm not reincarnated?
I looked around again.
Nah. That sky was too blue. Unnaturally blue. Not Earth blue.
Besides, Earth was kind of on its way out. Climate-wise, things had gone to shit. I remember reading about the heat waves—whole countries frying, wildfires starting at the tiniest spark. Entire houses going up in flames. I think someone even said we'd have to start relocating to the Arctic if things kept up.
But what was I talking about again?
Focus.
"Why can't I move?" I gritted my teeth. "What the hell is happening?"
If I'm reincarnated, then just reincarnate me already. Why trap me in this half-dead body?
Another sigh. Then—
"…Wait."
I felt something.
"Ugh…" My legs. I could feel my legs.
"Argh…" I groaned, struggling.
After what felt like a small eternity, I sat up.
"Hah… haah… haaaah…"
I was exhausted. Ridiculously exhausted. Like I'd just run a marathon in my sleep.
I looked at my hands.
Wait—
Hand.
I tried to lift my left arm. It wouldn't move.
I looked for it—
…and found it.
Twisted.
Unnaturally twisted.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Yeah, that's when the pain finally kicked in.
I clutched it, trying to hold it up. It dangled uselessly. The bones were… gone? Or just not working anymore.
"HAHAHA… Fuck!" I laughed.
Why did I laugh?
No idea.
It just came out. The world made zero sense.
Then I felt it. A sharp, white-hot strain pulsing in my head.
And then I saw something.
On my wrist.
My brain froze.
And then—
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Why am I laughing?!
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A/N- Add to library