"Die~"
"Why do you keep fighting~"
"What are you fighting for? Your environment doesn't want you, Your friends avoid you... Your parents don't want you~"
"Surrender~ Let's go~ Follow us~"
"You'll be happy if you follow us~"
"You will not feel any pain anymore~"
"Die~ and join us~"
A dark room, lit only by the glow of a computer screen. The sound of rapid keyboard tapping mixed with the eerie whispers that filled the air.
Trisakti sat in front of his monitor, focused on an intense MMORPG raid.
Around him, distorted figures loomed, pale faces with hollow eyes and grotesque limbs twitching unnaturally. Ghosts. A wandering spirit who cannot be reincarnated because there are still regrets left in the world.
Most people would scream. Most would cry. Some might pass out in fear.
But Trisakti?
He didn't even blink. He had gotten so used to it, to the point he didn't care anymore.
"*Sigh* Stupid ghosts… can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
Trisakti muttered, his fingers still dancing across the keyboard.
The spirits recoiled slightly and shrank like a pet that had been scolded by its master. One of them, who looks like a woman wearing a long white dress and long hair that covers her face, hesitated before whispering again.
"Why do you always ignore us~?"
Heard that, Trisakti sighed. Still with his eyes on the monitor screen.
"Because you're annoying"
The ghosts whimpered. Defeated.
Satisfied with their silence, Trisakti refocused on his game. His guild was in the middle of fighting an important boss monster, and he couldn't afford any distractions.
*Noise~ Noise~ Noise~*
Outside his window, a group of teenagers loitered near his house, laughing and yelling insults.
"That weirdo still playing games alone? Haha~ what a freak!"
Trisakti heard them. He didn't care. It was nothing new.
But then-
*BZZZT!*
The screen glitched. His game froze.
"WHAT?! NO! NOT NOW! FUCK!!"
Trisakti screamed In frustration, then leaned down to check his CPU, fiddling with the cables.
*CRASH!*
A rock flew and broke the window of his room, and was accompanied by the sound of the teenagers giggling which slowly disappeared as they ran away.
*Buk!*
Trisakti, who was shocked by this, hit the table with his head.
A bottle, knocked over by the sudden movement, spilled its contents onto the floor. The liquid seeped toward the power socket.
Trisakti's eyes widened.
*ZAP!*
A sharp *ZAP!* was heard, followed by an electric surge that shot through his body. His muscles spasmed. His vision blurred.
*Buk~*
Trisakti's stiff body fell to the floor.
'Oh, come on… is this seriously how I die? What a fucking Joke'
Trisakti thought, then raised his hand towards the ghosts.
'... Be useful just this once, delete my search history!'
And of course, the ghosts didn't know what Trisakti wanted, then the last thing he saw was the ghosts surrounding him, watching, whispering before darkness consumed him.
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Trisakti expected death. Maybe even hell, considering how much he ignored the wish of the dead.
"*Ugh~* Am I in Hell?"
Trisakti said, feeling the light entering through the gaps in his closed eyes.
Trisakti raised his hand to protect his eyes from the light.
Slowly opening his eyes. Trisakti blinked a few times to adjust his vision, after he could see clearly, what he saw shocked him.
It's not dark, there are no rivers of magma, and it's not as scary as hell should be.
"... Did I go to the Heaven instead?"
Trisakti said and continued to look around him.
Blue skies. Towering castles. A village bustling with people in medieval clothing.
"…What the hell? This also didn't look like what I know about How Heaven looks Like; where's the fuck is this?"
He sat up, feeling lighter than usual. His clothes were different, simple linen and a leather vest. He looked around, taking in the scenery.
People walked around with swords at their waists, some dressed like Wizards in Games, some with long ears, some with big bodies but didn't look like Humans, furry and animal-eared.
'... Swords. Magic. Fantasy setting. Either this is a dream… or did I get isekai'd?'
Trisakti sighed. He already knew the answer. This is not Hell or Heaven, not Dream either.
'... This is the fucking legendary isekai'd!!'
Trisakti thought to himself, confused, anxious, mixed with enthusiasm.
But then, he felt a familiar presence that made his skin crawl.
"Die~"
"!!!"
Trisakti suddenly felt goosebumps, quickly looked back, and sure enough, it was them.
"You guys again?! What the Fuck!!"
Trisakti said to a group of spirits floated nearby, watching him with unsettling smiles.
They weren't just ghosts. They were the same ghosts from his old world. And they followed him here.
Trisakti groaned in frustration.
"Great. I get a new world, but you guys still won't leave me alone…"
"???"
Trisakti suddenly felt a chill from his shoulder, it felt so familiar that he quickly turned his head.
There, he saw the villagers passing by giving him strange looks.
"Who's he talking to?"
"Must be crazy. Poor guy, even though he is handsome~ what a waste"
Heard that wispher, Trisakti facepalmed.
'Oh no… not this again'
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In a quiet alley, a person is seen kneeling while leaning against the wall.
After a while, that person then raised his head as if looking at something in front of him.
With pale white hair and red eyes, he was Trisakti, who had fled from his previous place after hearing their whispers about him.
If seen from the perspective of other people, perhaps they only see Trisakti looking towards an empty space, but Trisakti, who is blessed with special abilities, has another view; in front of him, it is not just an empty space, but...
A bunch of ghosts.
"... Are you guys for real?! Just after I thought I was finally free from all of you, why do you guys have to appear here with me?! This is why you guys always ask me to die? What the Hell?!!"
"We also don't know, Trisakti-"
"Shut up, Kunti!!"
Kuntilanak is a pale-skinned woman with long, unkempt black hair and a bloodstained white dress, the vengeful spirit of a woman who died during childbirth or due to violence.
For other people, She is a scary figure, but hearing the shout from Trisakti, Kuntilanak recoiled slightly while making a sad groan.
After that, a creature that was tall and muscular, covered in thick black reddish fur, and had glowing red eyes, sharp fangs, and a terrifying grin stepped forward.
But even faced with the creature, Trisakti did not budge.
Then in that deep and scary voice, Genderewo said.
"Trisakti, this is not our fault, We didn't want to follow you into this unfamiliar world, but your energy drew us here with you"
"... *Sigh* Even you said that Genderuwo?"
"Just accept it, Trisakti; it's time for you to accept this 'ability' that you have; you can't avoid it forever... It's the time for you to accept us"
"Accept you guys?"
Trisakti's voice was sharp, his red eyes narrowing as he stared at the ghosts surrounding him. His hands clenched into fists, his entire body tensing as frustration boiled over.
"You think I should just accept you?"
Trisakti said, letting out a bitter laugh and shaking his head. Then said again.
"Do you have any idea how miserable my life was because of you?"
The ghosts flinched, taken aback by Trisakti's words.
"You whisper in my ears every damn day. Telling me to die. Filling my mind with your nonsense. Do you know what it's like to hear that every second of your life?"
Trisakti's breathing was ragged, his anger bubbling to the surface.
"I tried to ignore you. I tried to act like you weren't there. But do you know what happened? People called me weird. They avoided me. My friends distanced themselves. My parents thought I was crazy"
His voice cracked slightly, but he swallowed down the emotions clawing at his throat.
"... I was alone. No one wanted to be around the freak who talks to himself"
Trisakti gritted his teeth. Then said again, and the Ghost can only remain silent.
"... And now, even after dying, after waking up in a whole new world, you guys are still here?! I thought I finally escaped! I thought I could start over!"
His voice echoed through the empty alley, his frustration spilling out like a dam breaking. The ghosts remained silent. Even Kuntilanak, usually playful and teasing, shrank back, gripping the edges of her bloodstained dress.
Trisakti exhaled, rubbing his face. His hands trembled slightly.
"I never asked for this… I never asked for any of you... This fucking curse disguised as a blessing!"
After Trisakti said that, For a moment, there was only silence.
Then, Genderuwo stepped forward. His towering, monstrous form cast a shadow over Trisakti, but there was no hostility in his glowing red eyes.
"We know... We have always known"
Genderuwo said, his deep voice carrying a rare solemnity.
Trisakti looked up, startled by the admission.
"But no matter how much you ignored us, no matter how much you hated us… We never left you"
Kuntilanak floated closer, her voice softer than usual. Continued Genderuwo word.
"Because you were the only one who could see us~ The only one who never ran away from us~"
Trisakti clenched his jaw.
"That doesn't mean I wanted you"
Genderuwo nodded.
"Perhaps not... But here, in this world… we might be the only ones who truly understand you"
Heard that, Trisakti scoffed, looking away. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to believe it.
But deep inside, a part of him knew they were right.
Even in this new world, he was still the same. The weird guy who talked to things no one else could see. The outcast. The freak.
No matter where he went… he was never normal.
Trisakti closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. His shoulders slumped as he said.
"…I need food."
Kuntilanak brightened slightly. "Cemetery~?"
Trisakti groaned.
"Shut up, Kunti."
For the first time, the tension in the air lessened. The ghosts, despite everything, were still here.
And maybe, just maybe… that wasn't the worst thing in the world.
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