..
Death came without drama.
No last words.
No light at the end of the tunnel.
Just the violent scream of twisting metal and a flash of white that swallowed everything.
Then—silence.
---
He woke up.
But not as a *he*.
There was no body. No heartbeat. No lungs drawing breath. Yet, awareness remained—vast, heavy, and immovable. When he tried to open his eyes, nothing happened. When he tried to move an arm, there was no arm to move.
Instead, he *felt* something else.
Soil.
Rock.
Roots burrowing deep beneath him.
Water crashing endlessly against his edges.
"…What?"
The thought echoed, not in a skull, but across an enormous space.
Confusion surged. He tried to scream, but the scream became a vibration that rippled through the ground. Birds scattered into the sky. Waves slapped against stone harder than before.
Only then did it hit him.
He wasn't lying on the ground.
He **was** the ground.
Memories surfaced in fragments—headlights rushing toward him, a horn blaring, the weightless moment before impact. A car accident. Certain death.
*So I died.*
That much, at least, was clear.
But everything else was wrong.
He tried to *feel* himself, and the realization deepened. His awareness stretched outward in all directions—roughly circular. He could sense the shoreline, count the seconds between waves, feel the wind carve patterns across sand.
A rough estimate formed in his mind.
"…One kilometer?"
The diameter. Approximately one kilometer.
An island.
He had been reborn as a **fucking island**.
---
Panic followed, then disbelief, then a strange, forced calm.
He tried to remember his name.
Nothing.
His face?
Blank.
Family?
Gone.
Personal memories evaporated like mist under sunlight.
Yet oddly, not everything was lost.
"I remember… anime."
The thought was absurdly clear.
He remembered staying up all night watching seasonal releases. Arguing online about power scaling. Reading webnovels—transmigration, systems, cultivation, multiverse gacha nonsense.
A weeb. A proud one.
More memories aligned behind that—lectures, blueprints, stress analysis, thermodynamics.
"…Mechanical engineering."
He remembered studying until exhaustion. He remembered equations, designs, machines.
Everything *except* who he personally was.
"No name. No past. Just knowledge."
And now… an island.
---
*Calm down,* he told himself.
If this were a novel—and he'd read enough to know—then this situation screamed **transmigration**.
And every transmigrator got one thing.
A **golden finger**.
"…Status panel."
Nothing happened.
"…System?"
Still nothing.
A moment of irritation passed, then he smirked internally.
"Alright. Let's do this properly."
**"Open status panel."**
---
A soft chime rang through his awareness.
A translucent **blue panel** unfolded in front of his perception, floating in nothingness.
> **[Land System Activated v.01]**
He froze.
"…It worked."
The panel stabilized, text glowing faintly.
---
### **[Status]**
**Age:** 0
**Mana:** 1,200 / 1,200
**Land Area:** 0.79 km²
**Inhabitants:** 0
---
"…Age zero?"
He digested it quickly. If he was land, age probably counted from rebirth. Mana—so magic was real. Land area matched his rough estimate.
But one line stood out.
**Inhabitants: 0**
"So I really am… alone."
Before he could sink into that thought, another window slid open.
---
### **[Land Authority – Basic Privileges]**
• Generate humanoid clone (Mana-based)
• Clone destruction does not affect core consciousness
• Clone can be regenerated using gacha points
---
His awareness sharpened.
"…A body."
Not just one. Unlimited.
Even if destroyed, he could make another.
Relief washed over him so strongly that the waves calmed for a moment.
"I'm not trapped."
He focused, and mana surged. The sensation was bizarre—like sculpting flesh with thought alone.
Moments later, *someone* stood on the beach.
A human body.
Tall. Plain. Black hair. No special features.
He looked down—through the clone's eyes this time—and wiggled his fingers.
"…Holy shit."
He laughed. A real sound, carried by the wind.
---
But the system wasn't done.
Another tab blinked insistently.
---
### **[Fame & Points]**
**Current Fame:** 0
**Available Points:** 0
> *Fame is generated when intelligent beings acknowledge, settle, or spread the existence of this land.*
> *Points can be used for Gacha pulls.*
---
"…Gacha?"
His heart—if he still had one—skipped.
He opened it.
---
### **[Multiversal Gacha]**
• Consumables
• Technologies
• Bloodlines
• Skills
• Creatures
• Artifacts
• Concepts
> *Items may originate from any universe.*
---
Silence followed.
Then—
"…I'm fucked."
No.
He grinned.
"…No. I'm **set**."
An island that grows stronger with fame.
Infinite bodies.
And a gacha that pulls from the **multiverse**.
All the anime. All the novels. All the worlds he'd ever loved.
They were no longer fiction.
As waves crashed against his shore, he looked toward the endless horizon.
"Alright then," he muttered.
"Let's see how big an island can become."