Early in the morning, still half-asleep, I mumbled into my pillow:
"nahh! its Monday !!!I don't wanna go to school… I hate school… I always get bullied… I wish I could just get reincarnated or something…"
Yeah, that's me. The guy who's probably read too many novels, manga, and manhwa for his own good with a baggiest eye bag that you see. I love fantasy, adventure, saving the world — all that stuff. I've spent years daydreaming about getting transported to another world, living like a hero, and saving kingdoms from destruction.
But reality?I'm the unluckiest guy alive.
Hey! My name's Charles Patrick.Age: 18.Height: 5'8".Status: Single… painfully single.Personality? I'm so shy I'd rather fight a dragon than make small talk.Looks? A decent face — hidden under big, round glasses.The problem? I'm fat. Not "roll down a hill" fat, but yeah… I'm carrying enough extra weight to make gym class a nightmare.
I'm also an orphan, living alone in a tiny apartment where the walls are thin enough to hear my neighbor's alarm clock… and his repeated snooze button assaults. I work six hours a day at a convenience store that never closes and always smells faintly of instant noodles. Sometimes, when my stomach starts singing the song of hunger, I sneak expired sandwiches from the shelves. The owner always catches me. He'll scold me, wag his finger like I'm a kid, but never takes it out of my pay.
Maybe he pities me. Or maybe he just sees something I can't. Honestly, he's the closest thing I have to family — gruff, stingy, but warmer than any blanket I own when he says, "Take care of yourself."
My college life? That's another story.It's an elite school — the kind where everyone's rich, good-looking, and has the social grace of royalty. Me? I got in through good grades, skill in political theory, economics, and administrative management… and government support for orphans. Sounds impressive, right? Wrong. Being fat in a school like that is basically wearing a neon sign that says "Bully me!"
Harassment comes in every flavor — verbal, physical, emotional. I've thought about quitting, but I can't. If I do, the store owner will know something's wrong… and I don't want to see that look in his eyes turn into pity.
That morning, I was dragging myself to school, half-asleep and rehearsing my daily survival plan, when I noticed a black cat crossing the road. Pretty normal.
Then I blinked.
And the cat… wasn't a cat anymore.
In its place stood a breathtaking woman — silver hair that shimmered like starlight, wings like an angel, and eyes so bright I felt like they could see right through me. She raised her hand, smiling like she'd been waiting for me forever.
"Come, Hero," her voice rang like a soft bell. "I will grant your wish. Save the world."
…Eh?
Did I oversleep and wander into someone's cosplay photoshoot?
I blinked again. puff! She was gone.
"WTF was that? Am I dying? Or… did I just read too much manga?"
Then it hit me. Wait… could this be it? Could this be my reincarnation moment?!
"FCK! Maybe this is it!"
I sprinted toward the cat with the biggest grin on my face.
"Holy shit! A lucky cat!!!"
I grabbed it.…Nothing happened.
And then — VROOOOM!!! A truck came barreling toward me out of nowhere.
YES! THIS IS IT! The legendary Truck-kun!
I closed my eyes, ready to be blasted into another world.
Instead —SCREEEECH!!!
The truck stopped just inches from me.
"PUTANG INA MO, BATA!!! NAGPAPAKAMATAY KA BA!?"
I didn't understand all of it, but I knew enough to realize the driver was cursing me for being reckless. The cops came, I apologized, and said, "I was just trying to save the—" cat.
After the questioning, I bolted. No way was I sticking around. But my escape was ruined when I saw familiar faces — classmates and even a few seniors. then it crashes my whole world when i saw my crush saw all everything this is soo hamulating!
Rumors were going to spread. I could already feel the bullying leveling up for the rest of the school year. i want to run away from here!!!! cursing here and there mumbling
"Great. I thought I was gonna be reincarnated, become some overpowered hero, maybe get a harem or two.But nope.Instead, I just got humiliated in the middle of the street.
…Screw that cat.Screw that angel.
Then it hit me — wait, I was still holding the cat?!
This little furball… this thing… was the reason all of this happened to me.Now I truly believed it — black cats are bad luck. Misfortune incarnate. Four legs of pure chaos.
I glanced around. No one was watching.Alright, time to just… gently place this thing into the nearest alley and—
"Meow!"
…Okay, fucker.
That wasn't a normal meow. That was a smug meow.
I froze.The cat… just talked???HUH??
Our eyes met.Suddenly, my chest tightened. My vision blurred. My nose started bleeding like some pervy anime protagonist.Then I coughed — not air, but blood. My whole body trembled like I'd been hit by an actual truck.
And then —
—darkness.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the damp ground of a dense forest. My ears rang like I'd just walked out of a rock concert. I tried to stand—
"AGH!"
Pain shot through my leg.I looked down.An arrow.An actual arrow was sticking out of my thigh.
I barely had time to panic before I heard shouting in the distance — the clash of metal, voices yelling words I couldn't understand. My heartbeat spiked.
Wait… what the hell was going on?The last thing I remembered was dying on rough cement pavement. And now here I was — alive — with an arrow lodged in my leg?!
I forced myself to look at my body… and froze.Chainmail.I was wearing chainmail. Like some medieval soldier fresh out of a history book.
Still trying to process it, I grabbed the arrow and yanked."GAAAHHH!"It hurt like hell — but then… my leg started healing. Fast. Too fast.
Okay, so apparently I'm not human anymore? Or I'm on drugs? Or… or I don't even know.
I pushed myself up. My leg still ached, and my whole body felt heavy. My head especially — until I realized I was wearing an iron helmet. I ripped it off and tossed it aside, then frantically checked my body for more injuries.
That's when I noticed the sword on my hip.I pulled it out — and caught sight of my reflection in the polished blade.
"…HUH?!"
That wasn't me.I wasn't an 18-year-old college loser anymore.I was… a middle-aged man. Maybe thirty. Well… at least the face was decent. Kind of rugged, actually.
Before I could spiral any further, the sound of clashing steel caught my attention. Two figures were locked in a duel nearby, their swords sparking with every strike. Then one of them raised a hand — and a crimson light exploded from his palm, shaking the ground beneath me.
I stared, wide-eyed.
This…This definitely wasn't Earth anymore.