It was a sunny day in Debelets, one of the five known dimensions in this fractured world. A place where every day was soaked in violence, crime, and the distant echo of someone yelling .
That morning, a mysterious car pulled up in front of Misho's old, beat-up house. It was the kind of car that didn't belong here—shiny, clean, and not on fire.
Three girls stepped out.
The one in front smiled brightly, waving as if everything was fine in this world (it wasn't).
"Heeeyy, Misho! Long time no see!"
Misho blinked twice. Her voice sounded familiar, but her face had changed—older now, prettier, way more confident.
"Wait… Nia?" he finally asked.
"Yeah! You remember me!"
Of course he did. They'd been classmates before she moved to the Czech Republic. Back then, she wore glasses and talked way too fast. Now, she looked like someone who belonged in a magazine, not in the middle of Debelets.
Behind her was a younger girl, quiet but sharp-eyed. She gave Misho a polite nod but didn't say a word. Just stared.
"So… we'll be neighbors now?" Misho asked, already feeling his peaceful chaos slipping away.
"YEAH, I'M SO HAPPY OMG," Nia squealed, already halfway into planning his funeral.
Meanwhile, in another world far more broken than Debelets, in the twisted land of Pishmana, lived Plamen.
He hadn't asked to be reborn here. In fact, he didn't ask for anything. One moment, he was in a pharmacy trying to save the girl he loved—
The next, he woke up in the middle of a street, surrounded by strangers with glowing hands and floating swords.
"So they have superpowers here… wow," he muttered.
He'd tried everything—yelling, charging energy, even screaming random anime moves. Nothing happened.
"Maybe I got, like, raw berserker strength," he said to himself.
"Yeah. That would be cool."
He punched a wall. It hurt.
But eventually, he figured it out. When he focused, he could channel raw energy into a single punch or kick. One strike, massive damage.
Not flashy. Not showy. But his.
Later that night, he called his friends.
"Hey guys, I figured out my power."
"Really!?" Sasho replied. "What is it?"
"I can boost the damage in my punches and kicks. That's it."
"Bro, that's actually kind of awesome," said Kalin. "Straight to the point. No wasted effort."
"Heck yeah, I'm hyped!"
In that moment of excitement, he forgot about Ivet—the girl who had caught his heart not so long ago. Maybe forgetting her was a good thing. For now.
A day passed.
Plamen and the others decided to meet up at Triugulnika—a dimension known for its peace, love, and the fact that the sunsets always looked like a painting.
Everyone gathered there. Well… everyone but Misho.
He came late, running and out of breath.
"Sorry, guys. My bus driver crashed into a dumpster. Had to wait for a taxi."
"Everything okay?" Kalin asked.
"Yeah, he's fine. I think. I'm not really sure, he told me to take his wallet and go."
Plamen laughed, but the moment didn't last long. His phone buzzed.
Incoming call: Ivet
He stared at the name for a second, then picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey! It's me—Ivet. I talked with Kalin and Simeon, and they said I can come with my friends. That okay?"
"Y-Yeah. That's fine. Cool, even."
Throwback: Yesterday
Ivet had been chatting with Kalin and Simeon over Discord for nearly two hours. Halloween party plans. Dress arguments. Lots of laughing. And at one point…
"Do you like this dress or that one?" Ivet asked, holding both up to the camera.
"That one," Simeon said. "Definitely that one."
And somewhere in the chaos of giggles and outfit planning, Plamen's name had come up.
But what none of them knew was that Kalin, too, had a story.
He was an ordinary kid in his past life—quiet, nothing special. But when he stepped outside to buy bread, the world blinked, and he woke up in Pishmana with a terrifying ability: to absorb attacks and return them 10x stronger.
There was a catch, though—he could only absorb attacks that he could survive. Meaning he had to walk the razor's edge of death just to fight back. But somehow, he made it work.
Back to the present.
Ivet arrived with her friends. She looked stunning—too much makeup, maybe, but it was from the party. She sat beside the boys, casually twirling her hair.
Plamen's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
He thought he was over her.
He was wrong.
"So Ivet, what are your interests?" he managed to ask.
"Hmm… I love parties, drawing, and reading! What about you?"
"I like fighting. Karate. And motorcycles."
She grinned. One of those dangerous grins.
"Oooh~ Maybe when you get your motorcycle, you can ride me on it~"
His soul left his body for a second.
He was red. Very red.
At the same time, Misho was silently falling in love with Gergana, one of the girls Ivet brought with her. Local girl from Kartala, home of every beautiful girl ever apparently.
"Daymn, she bad asf…" he whispered without meaning to.
Everyone laughed.
But Misho was serious.
That night, they all hopped on Discord for a call.
Everything was normal. Laughing. Jokes. Sasho trying to sound cool. Kalin eating chips too close to the mic.
Until suddenly—Ivet's mic cut off.
A new voice came through.
Cold. Male. Unfamiliar.
"Where is the girl?"