"Wake up, we need your white stuff to save the world!" a flat-chested, 200-year-old dark elf loli shouted at the young boy sleeping in the bed.
Near her, a milf with fair skin, I-cup breasts, blonde hair, a priest's outfit, and a pair of gentle eyes also looked toward where the loli was shouting with anticipation. To her left was a teenage girl with cat ears and blue hair, her face dyed red with embarrassment as she looked at the boy and cutely said, "Nya." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"Let me go! Let me go into this world!" a man shouted with all his strength, but he couldn't move. A bubble of water showed the milf, loli, and teen scene, and the man struggled to enter that world, staring at it with red eyes, but no matter what he did, he couldn't move any closer.
Honk honk!
Hearing the sound of a horn, the man subconsciously looked back. A truck appeared out of nowhere and passed by him; in front of the truck, the soul of a person was somehow attached. The truck suddenly stopped before the bubble, and the soul attached to the front flew into the bubble.
Boom.
The 1x-year-old boy woke up.
"Noooooo!!!" (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ the man who had been trying to get inside screamed in despair.
He glared at the truck and asked, "Hey, you're the legendary isekai transporter, Truck-kun, right? Why? Why?" He shouted again and again, but the isekai Truck-kun simply ignored him, backed up, and left.
щ（ﾟДﾟщ）"Whyyyy?"
Pop.
The bubble burst and disappeared.
He looked at the remains of the popped bubble with soulless eyes.
"Sorry, young man, it looks like you are not fated for that world," said a red ghost who suddenly appeared, floating behind him.
"Sigh." He let out a light sigh and said, "It's alright, take me to other bubbles." ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ
There were many bubbles floating in this vast space, but only a few souls wandered around seeking transmigration. Each of them had a guiding phantom to lead them to their next life.
This was the job of the Heavenly Wave Sect, which resided in the cosmos near the Multiverse Intersection.
"I want a world where I can live longer with beautiful girls who can also live long with me..." This was what the man wanted. He had died on Earth, and his soul had luckily arrived here instead of going through normal reincarnation.
"How about this world?" the red ghost asked the man. The man stopped and observed the new bubble.
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It was a modern Earth in the 21st century, the kind where coffee shops charged more for water than the coffee itself and everyone pretended to be happy on social media. The poor MC—just an ordinary young man with ordinary dreams—had thought life couldn't possibly get worse after being betrayed by his girlfriend. He was wrong. The breakup had been followed immediately by a car accident, and now he lay in a hospital bed, looking like a very bored zombie with an IV drip.
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"We will give you x-ray vision or a cellphone that communicates with the three realms," the red ghost said cheerfully as it floated around him like a sentient lantern with questionable customer service skills.
The man answered instantly, "No."
The ghost paused mid-float. "Excuse me?"
"No," he repeated firmly. "Pass. Hard pass. Absolutely not."
The red ghost squinted its already squint-like eyes. "Why? It will be fun, and it is an alternative Earth, similar to the one you lived in previously."
The man looked the ghost dead in the eye—or whatever counted as an eye for a floating, glowing specter—and said, "Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? Because let me summarize urban genre worlds for you."
He raised a finger like a professor about to lecture.
"I get dumped by an ex-girlfriend for a richer guy. Then I get some magical cheat or special ability. Then I miraculously save a powerful grandpa who just so happens to have a beautiful granddaughter. Then there will be a poor girl who suddenly wants to sell herself for one day because of family debt, but she'll end up meeting me—the incredibly kind MC who helps her for no logical reason. Then the mafia gang tries to target me, gets beaten up, calls their boss, but their boss turns out to be the old grandpa I coincidentally saved."
He inhaled.
"And then—of course—I will attend a classmates' reunion. An arrogant punk will show off his wealth to everyone, target me for absolutely no reason, try humiliating me, and I'll deliver a bunch of face-slaps. Then the whole city will know my name. My ex will regret everything. And blah blah blah. Seen it. Too many times. Too boring."
The red ghost stared at him. "….." (⊙＿⊙)
"NEXT"
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Inside this bubble, dawn broke slowly over a dense mountain forest. The sun peeked out like a shy child, casting soft gold on dew-covered leaves. Sword strikes echoed rhythmically, crisp and sharp, splitting the morning air.
An 16-year-old young man, with sharp brows and determined eyes, practiced alone in the forest. His three-foot wooden sword moved clumsily yet stubbornly, each swing filled with grit and desperation. His simple clothes fluttered with each motion; despite his exhaustion, he showed no signs of giving up.
"Trash—so what if he practices the sword? He's just a crippled piece of trash," another 16-year-old boy from the same clan mocked from behind a cluster of trees.
The MC watching the scene from outside the bubble winced. "Ow. That's harsh."
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"Okay, stop it," the man said to the red ghost. "I know this script."
The red ghost floated in front of him with an innocent expression.
The man crossed his arms. "So, what's the cheat here? The Golden Finger. Broken sword? Secret space? Mysterious grandpa? Beast soul? Ancient bloodline? Or a system?"
The red ghost blinked. "Broken sword and ancient bloodline."
The man nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. Let me guess—his mother is captured somewhere in a powerful clan, and his father left to find a cure for him?"
"Yes…" the ghost admitted.
"And he has a fiancée who broke off their engagement?"
"…Yes."
The man sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples like he'd just read the same bootleg novel 40 times. "So the usual formula: face-slapping young masters, rescuing the mother, becoming heaven-piercingly strong, saying dramatic lines like 'God blocks—slay God, Buddha blocks—slay Buddha.' And of course—" He smirked.
"Lots of jade beauties will fall for me."
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
His eyes sparkled with fantasies of dramatic entrances and slow-motion hair flips.
He turned back dramatically toward the bubble—
It was gone.
The red ghost coughed awkwardly. "Young man… it's out of stock. Someone just took it."
The man froze. "….." (ಥ﹏ಥ)
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He resumed walking, trying not to cry spiritually. Another bubble floated into view—a futuristic world of towering cities and giant mecha powered by "stigma energy."
"Nope," he said. "I heard the girl-to-guy ratio there is tragic."
Next bubble.
"This world—humans transform into giants called Titans."
The man squinted. "Do they live inside giant walls?"
"Yes."
"Next. Shall we move to next one?"
( う-')づ︻╦̵̵̿╤── \(˚☐˚")/
"Roger"
Another bubble shimmered, filled with vast oceans and floating islands.
"This world has a big treasure at the end of the world," the red ghost explained.
"One Pie—?"
"No, no, it's called the Boundless World. The greatest treasure is Eter—"
Before it could finish, several stern-looking specters floated over and obliterated the bubble.
"Huh!? Why!?" the red ghost screamed indignantly.
One specter said dryly, "Cultivation CC won the rights for that world. Only they can send people there now."
"Cultivation CC?" the man echoed.
"Don't worry," the red ghost said bitterly. "They send living people to other worlds. We only send spirits. Bureaucracy nonsense."
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As they drifted by yet another cluster of bubbles, one suddenly pulsed like a heartbeat.
The man stopped. "This one… feels like it's calling me."
The red ghost floated closer and cleared its throat. "Well… this is a kind of magic-type world. Pretty women, long lifespan possibilities, supernatural mixed with fantasy, immortality pathways and—"
"Reserve it."
"…Huh?"
"Reserve. It. Lock it. Put my name on it."
"You didn't even ask about the details."
"You didn't tell me there were reservations. Reserve it NOW."
"You didn't ask before."
"Sigh… just do it."
（＞_＜）
"Okay, okay." The ghost waved its tiny spectral clipboard. "Done."
"Good. Now show me where I'll be born."
The bubble opened like a curtain.
"Village, orphan, mortal, the usual crap," the red ghost muttered.
"I can HEAR you," the man said.
"All right, fine." The ghost sighed. "This world is called Xarta."
The man frowned. "What kind of lame name is that?"
"This world has 400 days in a year, so someone who is 16 years old here would be equivalent to about 18 years old on your previous world, Earth."
"What the hell? it sounds like a jail bait...."