In the den of night stood Enzo. He was walking to the store for a cup of noodles, listening to a Demon Slayer podcast. One man spoke.
"Demon king Tanjiro can easily one-tap Muzan!" He yelled.
While listening to the argument, Enzo reflected on his life. He was 27; his girlfriend broke up with him due to constant arguments; his mother and father died one year ago. The only thing that can keep him somewhat happy is Demon Slayer.
He liked the action, story, and characters. He always wanted to see the sun breathing in depth. He researched all the breathing styles to see which one had the most potential to become stronger than Sun Breathing.
A red light beamed near the crosswalk. Signaling Enzo to walk. As he was walking, he didn't hear a truck coming full speed. Before he could realize what was happening, a loud thud sound came.
His body was thrown 6 feet away. Ragdolling as it hit the floor. His arms and body were in a dislocated position, twisted to an unnatural degree. He had died as soon as the truck hit him.
Straight pitch blackness was all he could see; he didn't fully know what happened. His vision just went black, and he woke up here.
He was lying down; he couldn't move his body at all, as if he were paralyzed from the neck down. Suddenly a bright golden light flickered, swallowing him inside of it.
When he opened his eyes, the sky was beaming with blue light, and birds were chirping; he looked around confused. He was inside what seemed to be a wooden hut; the walls were rigged and dirty, with a few blood stains on them.
"What is this?" He said.
He stood up. His legs aching, there was a pot of water; he looked inside. He saw a reflection that didn't look like him. He had jet-black hair and a lean athletic build; his hair was tied in a neat bun, his gray eyes glancing at the cup.
'What is this? I was sure I died, so why am I still alive? ' he thought.
He paced around the room, his hand holding his jaw. Why was he still breathing, and this didn't look like the earth he knew about. He decided to go ask the locals here if this was an unknown state or village. And if he can use their phones.
When he walked out, the pavement was dirt, grass on the outlines of the dirt, and there were wooden fences; the smell around here was disgusting, a mix of musk and feet.
He looked around; he saw two people walking. He hurried toward them, looking like a crazy man.
"Can I use your phone?" he asked. The two people looked at him as if he were crazy.
"I don't know what a phone is?" The man replied, his sharp face looking at him as if he were on drugs, "And it's going to turn night soon; the demons will come out, so hurry inside your house and shut the doors and pray they don't come."
'Demons?' Enzo thought, 'Why would there be demons on earth?'
He started walking around, asking all kinds of people for information. He found out that he was definitely not on earth; demons come at night, and demon slayers come here for training.
"Am I really in the Demon Slayer world?" he said out loud, locals looking at him as if he were crazy.
He slowly walked back to his small house; the scenery was majestic, the trees were being glossed by the wind, the birds were humming in harmony, and the dogs were barking in a singing rhythm.
"This is totally demon slayer, or at least similar to it. If this is really Demon Slayer, I need to figure out which timeline I'm in."
He opened the door; the scent was disgusting; it smelled like old musk and cow dung. He sat down and realized one thing.
"Transmigration," he said, his eyes wide open.
He slowly began falling asleep on the hard mattress; he suddenly woke up from his dream. He heard screams; they were loud, crusted screams. It was so unbearable he felt as if his ears were going to fall out.
"Demons!" one guy screamed. "Demons are here. Everyone run!" Another said.
"Demons, they're real?"
Enzo quickly got up and ran through the door. He didn't care if they were lying; his life was more important than any of theirs.
His feet landed on the ground; he ran past an elderly woman. He didn't care about them; he needed to make it out of this village. He couldn't afford to die after just gaining a new chance at life.
He made it to the exit of the village; the door was wide open. He hurried to it. But before he could make it there, something suddenly spoke behind him; its voice was devoid of emotion.
"Huhu, seems like another human thought he can escape from my clutches." A man said, its voice pressured on Enzo.