Author's Note:
Hey everyone! I just want to be honest with you about this English version of the story. The ideas, plot, and world of the novel are all my work—this story was not created by AI. The translation was done with ChatGPT, but I always go over it carefully to make sure it's not too weird or full of mistakes. My English isn't very advanced—I'd say writing is around A2, but reading and listening is closer to B2—so I do my best to polish it.
Sometimes I also ask someone else to check if it's readable. They're not a native speaker either, but it helps to have another opinion. I just want you to know that the story itself is my work, and AI is only used for translating and some small checks or calculations, like tracking stats.
Also, I want to clarify that this novel will be 100% readable without a paywall. The only thing you might pay for is early access to chapters, if you want to get a sneak peek—but that won't happen yet because I'm just getting started.
Another point: this novel will contain HAREM content. Don't worry, the amount won't be overwhelming. There will be some adult content, but it won't be dozens or hundreds like in some other novels that end up oversaturating the story and getting a bit boring. If you don't like this type of material, please step away peacefully. The adult content won't be the main focus of the story, nor will it prevent the characters from progressing in the plot. It's just part of the story when it fits.
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January 3, 2027 — Kyoto Prefecture, Japan.
"Mum… you're weird," thought a fifteen-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes, a Caucasian with a bored expression as he stepped off the bullet train. He wore a basic outfit: a black T‑shirt with a few diagonal white stripes, dark blue pants, and dark shoes.
"I get why she sent me to Japan… with a socialist president and all that woke stuff, she'd worry they'd teach me nonsense like that, but she could've found another option besides sending me to the other side of the world… Although that's a cheap excuse," he muttered.
He followed the crowd with his apathetic gaze, heading out of the station. He pulled out his phone and opened Maps to get his bearings.
"I should thank her for that mental torture of making me learn multiple languages. Sometimes I think my mom doesn't treat me like a normal kid. It's more like—what, a kind of soldier?" He shivered at the memory of the "gentle training" she'd started when he was five. It had paid off in the long run—he was the rare case of a student with perfect scores and terrible behavior.
It hadn't been easy; nobody messed with his breakfast.
Returning to his thoughts, he searched on his phone for the apartment where he'd be living while in Japan. His mother had decided to send him well before classes started so he could get used to things, explore, and learn how to get around Kyoto. She'd also mentioned socializing, but knowing his mother, it was probably to check whether he wasn't a psychopath… Sometimes he wondered if she'd planted spy cameras on their neighbors back in South America.
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Some time later…
After the taxi dropped him off at his new home, he headed inside to rest. It was 11:47 p.m. when he finally entered the apartment. Curiously, it was number 404—a silly detail that caught Narsus's eye.
"…Really?" he asked himself while looking around. It wasn't the biggest place, but fine for a student in Japan. "At least I don't have to play real-life Tetris."
He set his suitcases aside and went to the bathroom to shower.
Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt
"Must be Mom," he thought, walking back to check the message.
"Hi, son, I hope you're okay and arrived safely at the apartment. It must be night over there; I just wanted to say I miss you so much (￣з￣)," the message read.
"Hey, Mom. Bendición—yes, I'm fine and I arrived at the apartment. No, I wasn't kidnapped or anything ( ﾟーﾟ). So please don't call the emergency line (ノ゜ー゜)ノ," he replied.
"…I wasn't doing that ( ;｀Д´)," she shot back.
"Mom… one time you had the whole neighborhood looking for me because I was fifteen minutes late getting home and I hadn't told you. And since when do you use emojis like those? (゜ロ゜)"
"Well, son, I'm your mom and I worry about you. I learned how to use them when I accidentally opened that menu and liked them (^_^;)," she answered.
"Worried about me? Or the poor guy who might do it?" he typed.
"A little of both. Remember, human rights over there almost give bad people a free pass in South America… Also, I know you well enough to know you wouldn't just run away—you'd probably end up destroying their whole business. Then we'd have to flee again, like we did back in Colombia (＃｀皿´)."
"It's not my fault people do bad things. If you're willing to kill, prepare to be killed (^_^)" he said.
"…You remind me of your father (-_\)," she wrote.
"Really? You never talk about him, and when you do it sounds weird. Did he do something bad to you? Besides abandoning you when you were pregnant?" he asked.
"It's… complicated. No, actually he was the best person I'd met. He just disappeared one day—before he even knew I was pregnant with you. So I won't let you speak ill of him ( ｀□´)".
"Alright, alright. I don't exactly respect him; I don't know him. We'll talk tomorrow or another day, Mom. I'm going to shower," he said.
"…Bye, son. Take care and rest well 💛. Before I forget—you have to report at 2 p.m. to Ritsumeikan Institute so they can guide you. Also, manage the $460 monthly allowance properly—it's for fun or whatever you want. Rent, bills, school supplies, and your monthly food are on me. And don't cause an explosion… Japan has had enough of those (^з^)-☆" she wrote.
He smiled faintly at that dark joke, then fell quiet, thinking about his father. Who was he? Was he a good person? Bad? Did Narsus even resemble him? Why had he never shown up after all these years?
"…Ah. Let's leave that for another day. I'm tired and I want to shower."
After talking to himself, he grabbed a towel and body wash from one of his suitcases and headed to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, refreshed, he went to bed without getting fully dressed—a strange habit inherited from his mother.
"I hope tomorrow is normal," he wished as he slipped into sleep.
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"They're always here… why are they in my dreams?" Narsus asked the "entities."
What were they? Two flames—one red with gold, the other red with white and purple. They always glowed with a comforting warmth. Sometimes they were campfire flames, sometimes small floating fire-sparks circling him. They always accompanied him in dreams. When he had nightmares, one flame devoured the darkness until only a small light remained to keep him calm, while the other guided him toward a new day.
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January 4, 2027 — Kyoto.
Sunlight streamed in through the window. Reluctantly, Narsus opened his eyes and shifted to avoid being blinded.
"I know what the first purchases will be: a sleep mask and blackout curtains. I'm not the protagonist who should be jolted awake like this…" he grumbled, getting up to prepare for the day.
Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt
Hearing the notification, he paused his toothbrushing to check his phone.
"Hi son, I hope you slept well. I wanted to ask you to go to Fushimi Inari Taisha—I couldn't take photos when I was there. You don't need to reply, I'm a bit busy (;ＴДＴ)".
"Hm… well, it's just photos," he muttered, and kept getting ready.
"Okay, wallet, phone, headphones, and my bag with the institute documents and visa," he said, ticking items off his mental list. "There's still time before Ritsumeikan, so I'll go to the Inari shrine and grab something to eat on the way."
A little while later.
He arrived at the Inari shrine at around 9 a.m. It was a bit crowded. He started looking around and taking the photos his mother had asked for. He was actually enjoying it—a feeling like seeing a favorite relative after a long time.
"Why do I feel this? I've never really had contact with traditional Japanese culture… well, apart from anime," Narsus wondered, curious about the sensation, until he heard a wind chime.
"Why do I feel like something strange is about to happen?" he thought, locating the sound. Then he saw a woman.
She didn't seem of this world—too beautiful. She wore a fox mask covering the right side of her face, hiding her right eye, with a look that could have started wars in ancient times. Beside her was a white fox with red markings around its forehead and eyes.
"Wow… what a beauty," Narsus whispered, watching the beauty stare at him for a moment. Then, in a blink, she vanished, making him doubt what he'd seen.
"Eh, what? What the hell?! Did I just see a ghost?! I— I should get an amulet, just in case, so they don't pull my feet at night" he muttered, unsettled, and headed for the shrine exit.
And then, voice suddenly filled the air.
"Attention all sentient beings. This message is being broadcast worldwide—regardless of language, everyone will understand it. Check Twitter, Instagram, or whatever network you use afterward, I don't care. Now: the beginning of what you might call the 'Apocalypse' is about to begin. Don't worry, it won't be a meteor that extinguishes you like with the dinosaurs, nor trumpets from the heavens. Instead, you will be invaded by beings from different worlds.
"They might be entities you know as 'fictional characters.' Let me tell you: they are not fictional—not entirely. You had access, safely, thanks to the being you call 'Deus,' 'Jehovah,' 'Yahweh,' 'Elohim,' 'Adonai,' or 'El Shaddai.' Through imagination and dreams, you could create versions that fit your tastes—what you know as 'anime/series'—and make convenient changes in the script.
"Now, due to the disappointment HE feels with you, He has withdrawn His protection from this planet to see if it's time to let His creation evolve to a level where you can fend for yourselves without pleading, or to directly begin the real apocalypse. But as a loving parent, He's left you a small chance to defend yourselves. Two things come into play: dungeons that will start appearing worldwide, and the disappearance of a number of this Earth's inhabitants—who will be sent to the worlds you know from anime, manga, comics, series, and films.
"Now… I don't feel like talking longer, so I will proceed to kidnap 20 million people. Your survival—and that of your relatives and friends—depends only on you. Those who have a moon symbol on their right palm will be sent to those worlds… Good luck." The voice finished apathetically, as if sending millions to the slaughter weren't a big deal.
While the world froze, Narsus slowly lifted his hand with his eyes closed, silently begging the lucky lady that he wouldn't be chosen to leave this world. Sure, it would be awesome for any teenager to go to a fantasy world full of magic, grow powerful, and build a proper harem. But what if he ended up in something like Berserk? Or a world with a Lovecraftian entity, or stuck in Terraria with Calamity mode and its death version plus the wrath of the gods, or enslaved by humanity's collective consciousness… No. No way. Nope. Nain. Het. Nej. Non. Nāo.
"Shit…" he muttered, then saw the symbol appear on his palm—the same one the voice had mentioned. Moments later, the first signs of vanishing began: weakness, the tips of people's fingers turning to dust, as if some purple titan snapped its fingers. "Eh… well, i don't wanna go Mr. Stark, please" Narsus joked nervously, watching his hand turn into a flame of red with streaks of gold, white, and purple.
"This is weird," he observed as his hand transformed into the same kind of flame from his dreams. Other people, terrified, watched their hands turn to dust and then flare into a white flame; one by one they fell unconscious, their bodies converting into white flames and being lifted into the sky—leaving all their possessions behind. "It worries me that I'm calm about this and it's taking longer to take me—" he continued to think, but then a sudden drowsiness hit him.
As the drowsiness came, he ceased to exist in that world. He became a multicolored flame, being carried up toward the sky.
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