There's something absolutely life-altering about staring up at a ceiling, bruised and bleeding, with a crumpled, piss-yellow tie stuck to your forehead and your dignity in tatters.
Sounds familiar? I would hope not. Because that would mean you've heard of someone being isekai'd straight through grocery shelf.
Wait a sec- is it really being isekai'd? Maybe transmigrated? I can't exactly tell with how my vision is spinning.
For context, I think we'll need to go back slightly.
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I'm sure that, if you've found this book, you've heard of reincarnation/transmigration/isekai's. Usually, you've got the MC being violated by Truck-kun or randomly visited by Your Local R.O.B™. And most of the time, your chosenone got oof'ed in a flashback in Chapter 2. You might be getting ready to comment something along the lines of "isn't that what happened to you?"
Well, jokes on you, I didn't die! (I think.) And the flashback's in Chapter 1!
Instead, I had finally sat down at my desk and typed the first letter of the fanfic that had been brewing in the back of my brain for months.
And promptly got sucked straight into my laptop.
Even had a whole 'surrounded by floating, constantly shifting words and letters' thing going for me.
"That doesn't sound too bad!" Wrong.
Because I, the fantastic Author of just another cringe Marvel fanfic, just had to turn into my loser-absolute garbage-stereotypical failure-MC.
A prime example of that could be seen, right now, as I lay on the grime covered floor, the musty ceiling looking cleaner than me, and the towering figure of the man who had just sent me flying through a fully stocked shelf of dairy products looming overhead.
How could it possibly get worse?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why us transmigrators are absolute failures.