Axamu's reflection stared back at him—no, not his reflection, but something alien. A body too young, no proper face, only that glowing "?" where his identity should have been. His hand trembled as he touched it.
The instant his fingers brushed the mark—
Ding!
A holographic screen burst into existence before his eyes. Letters flickered in bright, digital light.
[WELCOME TO BEYBLADE X WORLD!]
His body jolted. "Huh…?"
The words shifted again.
[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY ADMIN!]
Axamu staggered back, his voice cracking. "Hold on—this is just like those novels, isn't it? Isekai…? MC gets dragged into another world by some so-called system or god?"
He let out a weak laugh, one without joy. "Why...?" His gaze darted back to the glowing letters. "And why… Beyblade? Out of all places… why Beyblade?!"
Memories trickled in—childhood afternoons, scraped launchers, spinning metal wheels clashing in cheap arenas, his friends screaming "Let it rip!" until their parents yelled at them to quiet down. That was a lifetime ago.
"I only ever played Beyblade Metal… just for fun. I don't know anything about Beyblade X." His voice softened, breaking into a whisper. He rubbed his forehead, his chest tightening. "…I stopped playing when I was ten. I barely even remember how it works…"
Another chime rang out.
[OBJECTIVE: CLIMB TO THE TOP OF X TOWER!]
The words flashed in red, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Axamu blinked, stunned. "Huhh??? Climb… the X Tower? What is that even supposed to mean?!" His frustration boiled over. "No! Absolutely not! I'm not some main character. I don't care what your 'Admin' wants." He jabbed a finger at the floating text, voice shaking between fear and anger. "I'm not going to play some game I don't even understand!"
He backed away, heart pounding, trying to steady his breathing. "There has to be another way to live here. I'll find it. I'll survive without following whatever this… system is trying to force on me."
The glowing words lingered in the air, cold and unmoving.
Axamu clenched his fists. His throat felt dry, his chest tight—but he forced himself to breathe.
"I don't care what this world is. I'll figure it out… my own way."