Cheers and cries filled the hall as graduating students hugged one another, laughter and tears mixing into a noisy, emotional mess. This was it the end of high school. For most people, it was supposed to be unforgettable.
I stood among them, black hair neatly in place, wearing the same uniform as everyone else. An okay-looking guy. Nothing special. The kind of build you get when you're decent at everything but never the best at anything.
"It's Graduation the last day of high school for most people this both the happiest and saddest part of their life this is where they part ways with their friends and enemies" He said to himself.
That's what people say, at least.
"Me..I don't feel anything really I have few loose friends but they kinda have their own friend group" He add.
It wasn't sadness. Not happiness either. Just… nothing. Like watching a dramatic movie scene but forgetting to turn the volume on. I had friends—sort of. Loose connections. People I talked to, but never people I truly belonged with. They all had their own circles. I just happened to orbit around them...
"Andy get over here the class is having a group picture!"
A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. A girl had appeared beside me, short, wearing glasses, her expression way too energetic for someone who claimed to hate attention. She was screaming somehow in lowercase.
"If your gonna scream atleast go all out" He scoff.
"We both know we hate attention afterall they kinda ship us" She countered.
Right. Mica.
She was one of the few people I could call a friend without feeling like I was lying to myself. A nerd. A gamer. The kind of girl people online would call a "Gamer GF"except she wasn't my girlfriend. And never would be.
She wasn't my type, and I wasn't hers. Funny how that made things simpler. No expectations. No awkward tension. Just two people who tolerated each other's presence comfortably. Maybe that's why we managed to stay platonic all these years.
We joined the rest of the class as the cameraman adjusted his equipment, shouting instructions no one really listened to. People squeezed closer together, arms around shoulders, smiles forced or genuine,I couldn't tell.
The cameraman raised his hand.
And then—
A flash appeared.
Not from the camera.
From above.
For a split second, my vision went white. My body felt light—too light—like my atoms were being peeled apart one by one. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move.
It felt like I was disintegrating
One second, I was surrounded by noise—laughing, crying, celebrating.
The next, I was floating in nothing.
No floor. No ceiling. No sense of direction. Just an endless void, quiet enough that it felt like my thoughts were being swallowed before they could fully form.
"...where am I?"
The words slipped out naturally, as if asking the void itself might somehow make this make sense. It didn't answer. Rude.
Am I dead?
If this was death, it was surprisingly minimalist. No tunnel of light, no life flashing before my eyes. Just darkness and a very aggressive lack of context.
After what felt like a few minutes—or maybe a few seconds, time clearly wasn't trying very hard here—light gathered in front of me. It condensed, shaping itself into the figure of a woman.
She was beautiful.
No, that wasn't right. She was too beautiful. The kind of beauty that felt less like attraction and more like a warning label. My eyes struggled to focus, as if my brain refused to accept that something like her was allowed to exist.
A goddess. Or something close enough that arguing semantics felt pointless.
She spoke, her voice calm, flat, and almost robotic.
[Because of internal conflict, stray magic reached your world. As compensation, all affected souls will be reincarnated into a fantasy world.]
"...Ah."
So that's how it is. Cosmic workplace accident.
Before I could ask literally any question—
[You will be given three wishes.]
"Wha—"
[You will be given three wishes.]
She cut me off with impressive efficiency.
"Excuse me, I just—"
[Oh. Additional information. This message is pre-recorded.]
"...Of course it is."
Even divine beings use voicemail. Somehow, that made this whole situation feel less grand and more inconvenient.
[Now your wish.]
Alright. No customer support. No follow-up questions. No fine print available.
Guess I'll improvise.
If I'm being dropped into a fantasy world—one with monsters, magic, and probably terrible healthcare—then surviving comes first.
"I want a body suited for survival."
The words came out steady. Calm.
"A body that's strong, resilient, fast enough to escape danger, and durable enough not to die from the first mistake I make."
I wasn't asking to be the strongest—but I hope so. Just… not fragile.
"I want a large amount of mana—or
whatever energy exists there."
Magic meant options.simple logic.Plus I'm always fascinated spells that create the imagination.
"And lastly…" I hesitated, then shrugged mentally.
"I want to be go/jo."
Silence followed.
For the first time, the goddess didn't respond immediately. A faint mechanical hum filled the void, like some unseen system was judging my life choices.
[Affirmative.]
[Affirmative.]
[Declined.]
"...Knew it."
[Compromise.]
Oh. That didn't sound promising.
[You will be granted enhanced perception equivalent to Six Sense and defensive Mana Armour.]
"...So I get awareness and a shield."
Not infinity. Not broken. But not useless either.
Honestly? That was more reasonable than I expected from a prerecorded god.
Before I could reflect further, the void trembled.
A massive door appeared behind me, tall and ancient, covered in glowing symbols that screamed plot device. Light leaked through its seams, spilling across the darkness.
"Wait, you're just going to—"
Something pushed me.
Hard.
"Nope—!"
I stumbled forward, my body crossing the threshold as if the universe itself had decided the conversation was over. Sensation exploded—pressure, heat, cold, motion—everything happening at once.
Then nothing.
Cold hit first.
Sharp, biting, painfully real.
I gasped, lungs burning as thin air rushed in, and my eyes snapped open to blinding sunlight. My body felt heavier than before—solid. Real.
I was lying on rough stone.
When I sat up, dizziness washed over me, but something else stirred beneath it. A strange clarity. Awareness. I could feel the wind, the terrain, even the subtle shift of my balance.
I looked around.
Mountains.
Endless mountains, stretching in every direction, their peaks cutting through the clouds like jagged teeth. No buildings. No paths. No people.
Just me.
Alone.
"...Well," I muttered, standing carefully,
"At least I didn't spawn midair."
A fantasy world. A survival-oriented body. Some kind of perception boost and magical
armor.
No instructions.
No map.
No welcome party.
I sighed, brushing dust off my uniform.
…My hand froze.
"Uniform?"
I looked down.
"Ehh?"
My brain lagged for a second.
"Ehhhhh?"
There was no uniform.
"Guess step one is… not dying of hypothermia."I smiled awkwardly curse that woman