Isekai’d Into The Wrong World

A piercing cold surged through Ryan's body, jolting him awake.

It's bloody freezing!

"Child, wake up" a still, small voice whispered breaking the eerie silence.

Ryan, who just moments ago had been trudging home after yet another tedious day at work, muttered groggily, "Where am I?"

"Human, you are beyond the confines of your galaxy," the voice replied calmly, almost reassuringly.

Great! Either I've finally lost it, I'm dreaming, or I've collapsed unconscious on a sidewalk somewhere while a lunatic whispers cosmic secrets in my ear.

His eyelids felt heavy as he struggled to force them open, battling against waves of disorientation.

Finally managing to pry them open, Ryan scanned his surroundings. Around him sat a chair, a sofa, and a table topped with a softly glowing lamp—all pristine white, radiating an otherworldly glow. Beneath him lay uneven stone tiles, black and white fragments forming a chaotic mosaic stretching endlessly into the void.

Besides the odd furniture, there was nothing. No horizon, no landmarks—just endless, oppressive emptiness. The stillness felt heavy, unsettlingly so, and the source of the voice remained frustratingly invisible.

What the hell is going on here? Where is everything?

"Who are you? And where are you?" Ryan asked, anxiety flooding into his voice.

"I'm merely a spirit, unseen by mortal eyes," the voice replied softly.

Okay, is this one of those lucid dreams my nephew keeps on rambling about? Because if it is, I'd appreciate waking up about now.

He pinched his arm—hard. Nope. That stung. Okay... this can't be a dream. Where the hell is this?

"Why am I here, exactly?" Ryan questioned, rubbing his hands together in a futile attempt to dispel the biting chill.

"You passed away, Ryan. I've temporarily removed you from the reincarnation cycle," the spirit explained gently, its voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Dead? Mom is all alone now… His heart sank, who would look after her now?

No, I'm not In a position to be able to worry about her.

For being dead he felt strangely normal. He still wore his suit, felt the weight of his body, and experienced no pain. Nothing about him seemed particularly ghostly.

"Why did you pull me out of this cycle thing? And how exactly did I die?"

"I took you out of the reincarnation cycle because we require strong-willed individuals willing to fight for those who cannot. As for your death—well, see for yourself."

Before he could respond, Ryan's consciousness stirred, and he found himself propelled back to Earth. Ryan wore a weary expression, his slender frame encased in an uncomfortable, worn-out suit. Dirty blond hair framed his light blue eyes as he move mechanically. He was powerless to control his movements.

Why cant I move? I don't remember this?

Shoulders hunched to shield himself from the rain. Each step was a struggle; his pace slow as he battled the elements. The rain intensified, soaking his clothes and weighing him down.

Suddenly, a teenage figure darted into the road with headlights illuminating his figure, and without hesitation, Ryan's body sprang into action, dashing onto the road and with an unknown surge of strength he hurled the teenager off the road and out of the incoming traffic.

Beeeeeeep, Splat.

A deafening honk, followed by a sickening thud, marked the end of 24-year-old Ryan Ray's life.

Back in the void, Ryan staggered, breath catching painfully in his chest as tears blurred his vision. His knees buckled, sending him crashing onto the stone floor.

I just felt myself get hit and killed by a truck...

"Sorry, that may have been a bit abrupt." Apologised the spirit.

"S-so why exactly am I here?" he whispered shakily, forcing himself upright again.

"As I said, we need you, we need heroes," the spirit continued, its tone both soothing and urgent. "A prophecy foretells the destruction of countless worlds. Soon, monstrous beings will rise under the leadership of the half-bre- *Ahem*, and we need selfless souls like you to defend the innocent."

Prophecies? Monsters? Saving worlds?

"You'll be sent to a world that requires your help. This world will be quite weak, it is not much of a target by the monsters so we will send weaker humans like yourself there." the spirit elaborated.

Ryan frowned slightly. What's wrong with being human?

"If you succeed in your mission, you'll be granted a single wish upon your next death. Should you decline, you'll return to the reincarnation cycle and live again without memories of your previous life—an easier existence."

"This sounds pretty difficult, I think I'll pass—"

"Excellent!" interrupted the spirit brightly. "My assistant Jake will guide you from here. One last thing: stay within the lamp's light. A word of caution: the darkness does not take kindly to mortals. It is not death you'll find out there, but something much worse, your mind would twist milliseconds after entering the void."

What darkness? What void!?

Instantly, the spirit vanished. Ryan flinched as he watched the previously light-filled landscape vanish, swallowed by a rushing void. Darkness pressed in around a protective circle, created by the lamp.

Huh, this darkness...

Ryan sat down on the stark-white sofa, and continued rubbing his hands together to remain warm.

Time passed. Minutes. Hours maybe. He couldn't tell. He was still sitting on the sofa, hands on knees to remain warm, eyes locked onto the surrounding blackness, afraid to blink too long in case something shifted.

Eventually, fatigue tugged at his limbs. He let out a long breath, stood slowly, and stretched, groaning at the stiffness in his back.

Where is that damn person the spirit is sendi-

His foot caught on the uneven ground.

He stumbled.

CRAP

Ryan's heart dropped as he fell sideways, half his body sliding out of the protective light. The shadows wrapped around his arm, shoulder, and cheek like ice water.

He froze.

Nothing happened.

No pain like the spirit mentioned. No madness. Just cold and stillness.

Wait... I'm fine?

Did he lie to me? The shock slowly ebbed as Ryan's breathing steadied. Inch by inch, he began to shift, his limbs shaking. With every nerve screaming, he crawled backward, dragging himself back into the light.

A chill clawed up Ryan's back. As quickly as the shock passed, it returned. 

He could feel something, out there, in the void. Something staring at him.

Then he saw it—two bloodshot eyes piercing the gloom, locked directly onto him.

Panic surged through his veins. Ryan shoved himself into the light, clinging onto the table for dear life. 

somethings out there...

Click. Clack.

Ryan's pulse hammered against his ribs. The footsteps approached slowly at first, then quickened with his growing fear.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The bloodshot eyes stopped only inches away from the circle of light.

Maybe It cant enter the circle?

His body tensed as the figure effortlessly stepped into the light—a young man dressed impeccably in an off-white suit, blond hair neatly styled. On his back, small white wings fluttered gently.

"Hi! I'm Jake," the newcomer announced cheerfully, oblivious to Ryan's terror. "Sorry I'm late—I'm new to this!"

"What...the hell...is wrong with you?" Ryan croaked weakly before collapsing into unconsciousness.