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'Was a fan of all things Otaku. That said, being isekai'd is a bit much, no?' Young man from the real world passes on, and wakes up in a medieval society, without any of the things that brought him pleasure in life. 'But isn't this a chance to start a-new?' Only time will tell as Rudeus decides to makes the best of his new life, but still though... y does his new name sound so familiar? An OC insert story, but my twist on it. Do not expect a stereotypical story, things won't always go the protagonist way. Being OP doesn't mean your life is easy. The Original story was supposed to be about an everyman(scum) rebuilding himself in another world, and growing from it. But I felt the author did Otakus dirty. The MC(original) is pure scum, like the worst charactertics of what an Otaku is, a bad stereotype. Hence this story; a more believable otaku, but can still fall under the trope of the everyman. As well as having the meta knowledge of a self-insert. An average otaku rebuilding himself in another world. A True Isekai.
I… I can't breathe.
…so this is how I die. You'd think I would be panicking, but I literally don't have the energy to do so.
As I lay on my bed dying I think these useless thoughts. There was nothing wrong with me, at least I didn't think there was. Clearly I'm no doctor. One moment I was sleeping, and then I woke up having trouble breathing, granted I was tired after a bit of exercise, but that's it. It was just some casual exercise. It's supposed to be good for you.
…and now I'm dying..
Well, more specifically I woke up in a panic; breathing hard, and mild fever. But only for a moment. I try to scream, but it comes out as a wheeze, and then nothing at all. If there's any consolation in dying of suffocation it's that I don't have the energy to panic, so It's probably less painless than other ways.
Lord knows it's less painful than getting hit than a truck…probably.
In any case, painless or not, I'm not accepting it. Granted, my life isn't the most distinguished. Weak, injured, unemployed, apparently sick, and didn't know it, and dying without friends. Well, unless one can count a laptop as their friend.
Of course not.
I'm a loser; no work, no friends, no lover. The only thing I have is family, but… even then, I've only become a burden. But I'm not delusional. Only lonely.
Someone… anyone… please save me…
I can not say those words. I hope that whatever this is passes, and I wake up in a hospital bed resuscitated. But I need to make some noise.
My vision is getting blurry, and I don't have the energy to get of the bed anymore. I fell asleep reading light novels, like usual. Go figure, I died as I live, a total weeb. That said I reach towards my laptop, and get ready to tip it off the corner of my bed, and hopefully the sound of it falling over, can get the attention of my parents that sleep next door.
I opened it up, and…
"Ahhhn!" an erotic moan escapes the screen.
Crap it's porn. PUNCH!
I punch through the computer screen, making a small computer screen, and making some small smoke.
Ah, I think my heart just gave out. And those were my final thoughts as I embraced oblivion.
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"…pahail…"
"Zenith! Anipa bayhebu! La took!"
"AHHH!"
What's with all the noise… can't a man rest in- WAIT A MINUTE!
"Epabuhia! Tauwka seio kwa! Pahail za!"
"Ah…" someone makes a more relaxed noise as I raise my… hands.
"Ivin kav Zenith! Pahail za! Zevaiah bazalfben kifu zivaikah kwav!" a gibbering man says to me. Did not think that would be my first sight, after waking up. I should be telling him off for waking him, after I had a heart attack…probably, but…
He is ridiculously tall, and I am ridiculously small…
I am…
"Evun on. Nora iv aihen kap." says a blond beauty as I am put onto her lap.
Placed onto her very large lap, looking up at her as well…
AH! I see. I must be a bit delusional.
Because, there's no way that I've been reborn as a baby, right?
That was my final thought, on the first day of my new life.
