My name is Alex Thomson, I'm twenty years old this year… and my parents died recently.
Yeah, I'm starting off with a depressing topic, so what?
Anyway, that's not the most important thing.
Let's talk about the real issue.
At first, I thought my life was just going to be… complicated. Never would I have imagined transmigrating into another world.
How did it happen? No clue, even now.
The only thing I remember is this dizzy spell when I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I was in a pink room, so "girly" that anyone would've called it that.
Still dazed, I tried to move my numb fingers, struggling to figure out what was happening to me.
"What the hell is this!? Where am I?"
I got up from the couch, stumbling.
My body… felt younger.
Weird.
But the headache stopped me from thinking about it.
When the pain eased a bit, I scanned the room: a TV in front of the couch where I'd been sprawled, a table with two pink and blue controllers, some scattered cups.
Nothing particularly interesting.
Behind the couch, a large wooden door. Two others, identical, on either side.
I turned toward the window by the TV: outside, an endless white expanse, like in The Matrix.
To the right, a bookshelf stuffed with books.
The sight almost knocked me out; my head started throbbing again. But the hardest part wasn't the pain—it was accepting that I was no longer home.
Easy to say.
Harder to live through.
Maybe in full denial, I started rummaging around.
I grabbed a book from the shelf: blank cover, just a few English words scrawled on the spine in a hurry.
"'Run'… Run where? Damn it…"
I cursed inwardly but forced myself to stay calm.
Nothing useful on the shelf.
The other books? Same deal.
From there, I vaguely pieced it together: either I'd been kidnapped, or this was a prank… or—crazy option—transmigration.
"No… think again!" I muttered, stressed.
No one could've set me up like this. I'm the quiet guy at the back of the room, the introvert with no friends.
Not the type you target for a "prank."
Transmigration or rebirth theories? Too far-fetched… and honestly terrifying.
Who actually dreams of becoming an isekai protagonist? Remember Subaru.
Not exactly enviable… unless your life on Earth was as bad as Rudeus Greyrat's.
Then, yeah, you've literally got nothing to lose.
"Let's take a walk… maybe I missed something."
I talked to myself to stay calm and headed toward the large door behind the couch.
My geek instincts screamed that it had to be important.
I pushed it…
Pitch black.
No, "black" is too kind: an infinite abyss.
In that darkness, dozens of "me"s mirrored my every move.
My legs shook, paralyzed by fear at this supernatural sight.
Without thinking, I jumped back.
"Damn it! I almost had a heart attack…"
I was drenched in cold sweat.
After that, I took a short break before deciding to try the other door, the one on the right.
A girl's bedroom appeared as soon as I opened it.
A strange machine by the wall caught my attention, but I decided to mess with it later.
In the center, a pink bed.
To the left, a computer.
"Let's see if it works…"
I sat down and turned on the computer.
Standard boot-up, desktop displayed.
"It works!" A real relief.
The mic and speakers were finicky, but I opened a browser, posted a message on a forum, and attached a photo of the room and its weird stuff.
That's when I noticed my appearance… like a character from a Japanese game.
Another disturbing phenomenon? Or just plain supernatural?
After a while, a reply came in:
[@OtakuSlayer: That's weird… looks like someone redecorated your room *MiSide*-style to make you think you're stuck in it lol.]
Huh? MiSide?
I glanced around… okay, it did look like that.
"Have I actually transmigrated!?"
No way to doubt it anymore.
But how? I didn't remember dying. No enemies, no bad habits except my addiction to 2D waifus.
I typed a question:
"Is it possible I've really transmigrated?"
The replies poured in:
[@OtakuSlayer: If it's true, wanna swap? I'd love to hook up with a Mita.]
[@the_real_goku: "With your scrawny body, you'd get 'taken out' quick lol, if this isn't fake.]
[@Muzan_is_gay: To check, look for anything that breaks Earth's laws.]
… more weird messages followed.
At least it confirmed this place was anything but normal.
My eyes landed on a Mita figurine above the monitor.
"Looks like Crazy Mita's monitor…" I thought, inspecting the object.
She stared at me for a few seconds… then poof, vanished, leaving another doll in her place.
I sighed.
Why? Because I knew the game's plot.
MiSide, a small game with huge success on Steam, packed with twists and different Mitas.
In the original story, when a player launched MiSide, Crazy Mita used her powers to summon them into her virtual world.
What followed was a love-hate relationship with multiple endings: destroying the cartridge, escaping the virtual world… or living happily with Crazy Mita.
None of the endings ever satisfied me, especially the last one.
I tapped the table with my fingers, trying to clear my thoughts.
My situation was already veering off-script, but I saw that as good news: more freedom.
Still, two options lay before me now:
– Make Crazy Mita fall in love with me.
– Explore this world and befriend the other Mitas.
The first was safer. The second… too risky, like getting hunted down by Crazy Mita herself.
In the end, I decided to enjoy this world and go with the flow.
As I dove back into the computer, a creak sounded behind me.
I froze for a moment: the big door had moved.
Was someone else… living here?
"Damn it… my life's over…"
My hands were shaking.
Impossible to forget *MiSide*'s worst ending.
The room was dead silent. Only the sound of my fingers tapping the table broke the stillness.
Turn around… or don't turn around… that was a question worth pondering.
After all, if you don't go out with a bang like fireworks, you perish in silence.
With that thought, I decided to whip my head around, ending this little psychological torment.
But… nothing.
"Phew…"
I ran a hand over my chest, relieved.
"I'm really freaking myself out… haha."
Teasing myself lightly, I leaned my head back.
My eyes were suddenly covered by a cascade of hair. Cautiously, I slowly looked up to see who it belonged to.
A face of breathtaking beauty was right above me.
In that moment, a mix of fear and awe hit me: fear from the sudden appearance, and awe at such beauty.
"Haa!"
My breath caught, my scream stifled by amazement.
"Pfft… hehe ~"
The corners of the girl's eyes curved into a charming smile, clearly holding back a laugh.
Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine, and a refreshing aura seemed to float around her.
My cheeks flushed despite myself, and in a hesitant tone, I spoke:
"Y… you shouldn't just pop up like that in front of a stranger!"
An awkward silence settled in. She nodded slowly and stepped back. Only then could I clearly take in her outfit.
Her dark blue hair was styled in twin tails, held by reddish-brown clips, both practical and charming.
A fitted, long-sleeved red crop top hugged her graceful figure, leaving her midriff perfectly exposed.
Her pleated dark blue miniskirt swayed lightly with each step, revealing slender, elegant legs.
Red stockings delicately wrapped her calves, perfectly matched with small leather shoes covering her dainty feet.
Absolutely perfect.
A unique creation of heaven and earth.
A cultivator would've easily called this girl a jade beauty from an immortal realm.
Yeah, I've read too many Chinese stories.
"Hello, I'm Mita. Are you my player?"
She leaned forward slightly, looking at me with curiosity.
"Yes… Yes, uh… no, no, no!"
Damn it… why did I accept the role of player so quickly?