Being your average weeb, anime and video games were the perfect window of escape for me. When I ditched school to go to i and got a solid beating as punishment, I pyed video games tet about my ag bum.
When my world crumbled and I lost everything, anime became my saving grace. It was my go-to remedy for g with the crushing loneliness and pain.
On those days when my life had absolutely hit ro, I ofte of what it would be like if I had another life.
I envisioned myself transmigrating into the body of another, mastering martial arts to exact vengean all the bullies who made his life miserable. I'd excel in academics to win over my parents' approval and also fess my feelings to the lovely maiden who had a crush on the previous oct of my body.
No, wait... starting over in a world just like mine would be a plete waste. If I'm going to begin anew, it has to be as a mighty hero in a fantastical world of fairies and magic. I'd embark on a divine pilgrimage to vanquish the Demon Lord alongside my loyal panions, bringiernal peace to the nd.
Or, better yet, hear me out now.
My isekai world could be one of dungeons and dragons, where I'd join tless other fearless adventurers in pursuit of glory and fortune. With ce as my guide, I'd plunge headfirst into the gaping jaws of dungeons, ready to sy monsters and uh precious treasures at every turn.
Suddenly, amidst the darkness, I hear a scream—a damsel in distress. Without hesitation, I rush to her aid, only to find myself fronted by a horde of vionsters. Desperate screams; the sting of steel; the pained cries of monsters.
At the end of the chaos, I stand triumphant, a ile grag my lips as the wind tousles my hair, my boot on the cocked backside of a goblin corpse.
By my side stands the rescued elfess, her delicate features pressing softly against my impressive armor. She offers a shy smile, her cheeks flushed with gratitude. As our eyes meet, there's a iioween us—a spark that ignites something deep within. After fessing our love for one another, we get married, have a mountain of babies, and live happily ever after.
Unfortunately, in this very moment, while I did mao get reinated in another world, the reality that unfolds before my eyes is a far cry from the perfect world I often envisioned.
In the virtual world of Sehrei Online, on the eleventh floor of a dungeon, silence hangs heavy, broken only by the ey owh. Suddenly, a palpable wave of bloodlust sweeps through the air, its iy almost suffog. And then, in the darkness, a pair of malevolent eyes glint like frozen sapphires, pierg through the shadows with an uling glow.
PLOP-PLOP-PLOP!
The steady footfalls echhout the cavern, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. As the eyes slowly emerge into the light, a monstrous beast is revealed, ohat rivals the previous Fluardian in its sheer, imposing presence.
Much like the Arctic Dire Wolves, the creature’s body bears ats of protective ice, and the iation around its neck resembles the majestie of a lion. With each step, a bone-chilling aura follows, transf the surroundings into a frigid wastend.
DING!
[The Fluardian is infuriated by the death of its kin.]
[Gcial Dire Wolf | Lvl 26 | Fluardian]
RAWRRRRRR!
An ear-splitting roar tears through the silence, shaking the stone walls and sending chilling gusts through the chamber, leaving everyone quaking in fear and shivering from the cold. Icicle-den roations dislodge from the ceiling, plummeting like menag death traps.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, in a jaw-dropping turn of events, a blinding bolt of lightning surges from the cave’s dark ceiling, striking the beast like a powerful tractor beam. The resulting thundercp reverberates even more loudly than the creature’s prior roar.
The Gcial Dire Wolf vulses, its once powerful and i now steaming and charred. It colpses lifelessly, a sm husk. Emerging from the shadows, a rger, more imposi approaches with deliberate strides. It cmps its massive jaws around the neck of the motionless Fluardian, dragging and filing the lifeless body as though it were a mere rag doll, until it hangs limp.
Time seems to slow as the shards of ice that onpassed the guardian’s mane break free, falling to the ground like panes of gss. Our mortified expressions are reflected in the fragments. Elena bnches, her eyes quivering with dread, while Gavrid Rexar take a step back, their faces slick with sweat. The blood drains from Milo and Lyanna’s faces, and the sword in Finnian’s hand loosens, his shoulders slumping.
Unnervingly, the fiend slowly turns its malevolent gaze toward us, blood dripping from its maw. A shiver courses through our bodies as we front the formidable force that has just effortlessly dispatched the guardian.
DING!
[The Dungeon Boss awakens, seekiribution against those who have disrupted its peaceful slumber.]
[Volturax | Lvl 30 | Dungeon Boss]
RAWRRRRRR!
Another deafening roar reverberated through the chamber.
DING!
[The Volturax’s skill ?Predator’s Dominion? has ihe fear status.]
DING!
[You were subjected to a mental attack. Αφιν?τη’s Blessing has tered the threat and preserved the sanctity of your mental state.]
Time stretches out like ay, each passing moment heavy with impending doom. My heart races as the monstrous presence draws closer, its malicious i palpable in the air.
How could my attempt to hack the game lead to this? Noed within the digital fines of this world, fag immi demise, I 't help but feel a surge of panic. As an NPC, there will be no sed ces for me. Is this truly the end after all I've endured?
