I was mid-yawn when the world decided to yeet me into another dimension.
One second I'm sprawled on my mattress in Lagos, fan rattling like it's about to take off, scrolling through yet another "You Died and Got a Cheat System" novel on my cracked phone screen. The next second the ceiling cracks open like cheap plaster, blinding white light pours in, and gravity flips 180 degrees. My body gets sucked upward like I'm a cartoon character caught in a vacuum cleaner.
I don't even have time to scream "Bro, not today!" before everything goes black.
When I open my eyes again, I'm face-down in soft grass that smells suspiciously like fresh-cut lawn mixed with ozone. Birds are chirping. Sun is shining. A gentle breeze is doing that poetic thing breezes do in isekai openings. I push myself up on my elbows and immediately regret it.
My head is pounding like I chugged three bottles of ogogoro and then headbutted a wall.
"Great," I mutter, voice hoarse. "Truck-kun finally caught me. Or maybe it was a danfo this time. Either way, I'm dead."
Except I don't feel dead. I feel annoyingly alive. My body hurts in all the normal places—lower back from bad posture, slight ache in my left knee from that one time I tried to play football like I wasn't built for comfort. No glowing aura, no dramatic voice saying "Welcome, chosen one." Just me, grass stains on my faded black hoodie, and my phone still clutched in my right hand like it's my last tether to sanity.
The screen is cracked worse than before, but it's on. Battery at 7%. Of course.
I sit up properly and look around.
Rolling green hills. Distant castle on a cliff that looks ripped straight from a fantasy wallpaper. A dirt road winding toward a village with thatched roofs and smoke curling from chimneys. In the sky, two moons—one big, one tiny and red—like the universe decided one moon was too mainstream.
Classic.
I pinch my arm. Hard.
"Ow. Okay, not a dream. Or if it is, my subconscious has commitment issues."
That's when the blue box appears.
Not floating dramatically in front of my face like in most stories. No. This one glitches into existence right in the center of my vision, flickering like bad Wi-Fi.
```
[SYSTEM AWAKENING – EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 404]
User: Kai Voss
Designation: Anomaly
Level: 1
Class: None
Skills: None
Unique Authority Detected: [REDACTED]
Error: Balance parameters corrupted.
Compensation module activated.
Granting primary interface…
…Complete.
```
The box shudders, text scrambling for a second like someone spilled coffee on the code.
Then a new window pops up. Smaller. Cleaner. Almost mocking.
```
[Unique Authority Granted]
Name: Delete Reality
Rank: ERROR
Description: Target any entity, object, concept, law, or instance of existence. Upon activation, selected target is permanently removed from all layers of reality. No cost. No cooldown. No undo.
Warning: Irreversible. Use with caution.
Current target lock: None
Activation method: Mental command "Delete" + focus, or direct interface press.
```
There's a literal button beneath the description.
A big red circle with white text inside:
**DELETE**
It pulses faintly, like it's breathing.
I stare at it for a solid ten seconds.
Then I laugh.
Not a sane laugh. The kind of laugh you make when your landlord increases rent by 40% the same week your phone screen shatters.
"Bruh," I wheeze, wiping my eyes. "They gave me admin privileges on day one? What kind of budget is this world running on?"
I reach out instinctively. My finger passes right through the floating button like it's a hologram. Of course. Mental command it is.
I glance around. Nothing immediately threatening. Just peaceful scenery and the distant sound of what might be a cowbell.
Then I notice movement.
About fifty meters away, on the dirt road, a group of armored guys on horseback is galloping toward the village. Leading them is a dude in spiked black plate armor riding a horse that looks like it bench-presses ogres for fun. Behind him, chained to the saddles, are three people—two women and a kid—looking terrified.
Classic fantasy bandit raid. Or maybe knights collecting "taxes." Either way, bad vibes.
I sigh.
"Alright, universe. You want to play isekai tropes? Fine. Let's see how broken this thing really is."
I focus on the lead rider—the big armored clown—and think:
*Delete.*
The button pulses once.
Reality hiccups.
There's no dramatic flash. No explosion. No sound effect.
One moment the armored guy is roaring something heroic (or villainous, hard to tell). The next moment he simply… isn't.
Not dead. Not turned to ash.
Gone.
Saddle empty. Armor clattering to the ground in a heap. Horse rears in confusion, then bolts.
The other riders freeze. One of them screams. Another drops his spear like it burned him.
I blink.
"Huh."
I feel… nothing. No rush of power. No guilt spike. Just mild surprise, like I accidentally swiped left on a Tinder match.
The blue box flickers again.
```
[Deletion Log]
Target: Human (Knight-class, Level 42) – Removed from existence.
Reality adjustment in progress…
Memory integration: 87% complete.
Collateral: 0 (no direct dependents erased).
```
It adds, almost as an afterthought:
```
Achievement Unlocked: First Delete
Reward: +0 EXP (Level cap bypassed)
Title Acquired: [The One Who Presses Buttons]
```
I snort.
"Of course there's a title. Gotta have the drip."
Down on the road, the remaining riders are panicking. One of them points at me—somehow they've already clocked that the random guy in a hoodie sitting in the grass is the problem.
They spur their horses toward me.
I should probably feel scared.
I don't.
Instead I feel… curious.
I stand up slowly, brushing grass off my jeans.
"Second test," I mutter. "Let's see if this thing has range."
I lock onto the entire group—five riders, seven horses, one very confused cow that wandered into frame—and think, very clearly:
*Delete.*
This time the hiccup is bigger.
The entire charging line vanishes.
Horses, riders, dust cloud, everything.
Just empty road and silence.
Even the cow is gone.
The chained prisoners are left standing in the middle of the path, shackles dangling from nothing, mouths open in cartoon shock.
One of the women drops to her knees.
The kid starts crying.
I scratch the back of my neck.
"…Oops?"
The blue box appears again, text glitching harder this time.
```
[Mass Deletion Event]
Targets: 12 entities (5 human, 7 equine)
Reality integrity: 99.87% → 99.62%
Local causality chain severed.
Compensation: None required.
Warning: Repeated large-scale deletions may attract administrative attention.
```
I stare at the last line.
"Administrative attention," I echo. "That sounds suspiciously like HR coming to talk about my performance."
Somewhere far above, in a place I can't see, I swear I hear a faint, exasperated sigh.
I look down at my hands.
Then at the red button still floating patiently in my vision.
Then at the peaceful village in the distance, where people are starting to emerge from their homes, pointing toward the now-empty road.
I grin, slow and a little unhinged.
"Alright, world," I say out loud. "You just gave a depressed Nigerian NEET the nuclear launch codes."
I take one step toward the village.
"Time to see how badly I can break this place before lunch."