Fear is a survival instinct, but as I stood up in a deafening silence, I realized I was broken. I didn't know where I was, yet I felt no urge to hide. I walked without a destination, my footsteps heavy and careless. It wasn't bravery, it was a total, terrifying lack of concern for my own end
The light was blinding, but I didn't flinch. I walked straight into the glare until the whiteness finally broke. When my eyes adjusted, my heart stopped. I looked up and saw humans actually flying through the clouds. On the ground, creatures I'd never even seen in books wandered around like they owned the place.Where the hell am I? I wondered. One thing was certain: I wasn't home anymore. It hit me all at once: the world I knew was gone. I was standing in a place that was unknown to me, a place that shouldn't exist.
I tried to remember how I got here. One moment I was at home, and then... nothing….huh?? What the hell is going on? Where is the ending? I can remember my life, but I can't remember my death.I can remember who I was, but the ending is missing.
Don't you have to die to get sent to another world? That's how it works in all the comics and novels I've read. But maybe reality is different. After all, it's not like anyone has ever actually reincarnated and come back to write a guidebook about it.
My existential crisis was cut short by two strangers.
The man was tall, mid-thirties, with brownish-black hair and the kind of sharp jawline that belonged on a billboard. The woman beside him? Calling her "beautiful" felt like an insult. With long, dark hair reaching her waist and a presence that practically glowed, she looked like a literal goddess stepped out of a myth.
"Where are your parents?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.
Heck, even I don't know where my parents are, I thought. I don't even know who I am in this world.
I looked up, kept it simple, and said, "I don't know."
Pity washed over their faces—a look I already hated. "Come home with us," they said, extending their hands like a lifeline.
Common sense screamed that these two could be kidnappers or organ traffickers. But honestly? At this point, I wouldn't even mind being used for some twisted human experiment. At least a mad scientist might give me a dental plan and a decent meal.
I reached out and took their hands. They led me to a car that looked sleek and modern. I was beyond confused. Magic in the sky, but high-end tech on the road? It was a world of both circuits and sorcery.
So, I thought, looking back up at the sky, those people flying up there… they're just showing off?
The man took the driver's seat, his movements precise and mechanical. The woman sat beside me, her gaze lingering on my silver hair with a strange, knowing intensity. I watched through the tinted glass as we glided away, the wheels barely touching the pavement. The city outside was a fever dream of neon runes and obsidian skyscrapers.
I realized then that my lack of memory wasn't the only problem. In this world, power wasn't just a concept; it was the atmosphere. If I was going to survive in a place where people treated gravity as a suggestion, I was going to need more than just a dental plan. I was going to need a miracle.