Chapter 1: Isekaing for real

It was just another day in the life of 16 year old Ayuma Zati. Life was just the usual and boring one that it had always been. He had just finished a comic and was going to the local complex, when all of a sudden, he found himself in an empty space.

"Whoa! What happened?! I didn't even drink or anything. Why do I feel so... weird?

Ayuma looked around him and noticed amid shock and suprise that while ebverything was pitch black and no light seemed to be there, he could still see his hands and legs clearly. The heck, even his clothes were visible. Yet , he could swear he felt as though he was not wearing anything... Also, theee was no feeling from his limbs. Even the slight pain in his ankle gone.

As he was puzzled by that and wondered if he was dreaming, he saw his left hand flicker and turn pale white once before returning to normal.

"Holy Heaven!!! What is going on here. No way! No. No. NOOOOO! Am I a ghost now?! What happened and how---"

'Y.o.u s.p.e.a.k q.u.i.t.e l.o.u.d.l.y f.o.r a d.e.a.d g.u.y'

He heard someone speak in a weird tone and though it was not in a language he knew, somehow he could understand the meaning of the words. He turned around to demand what was going on and thought that if all this was a stupid film shoot, they should have let him known in advance and.?.

He stopped thinking. No, he didnt dare to think about anythjng else right now. Standing right in front of him was a dark cloaked figure carrying a hammer. Unlike the mythical grim harvester, this one did not carry a scythe. But the hammer he held had an extremely strong aura of death. There was literally dark pink smoke emanating from it, releasing a foul stench of death. The face was invisible, making him seem even more ominous and his hands were bony covered by gloves. He looked straight like a villian out of a horror movie and would certainly pass as one.

Calming down his nerves, or what he thought were nerves he tried using logic. If the entity before him was malicious, he would die anyways. But if it isnt malicious, thee might be a small hope of survival. Thinking so, he mustered all his courage and tried speaking calmly.

"A-And who might you be, Good Sire?"

The cloaked figure teleported near him all of a sudden, causing him to almost let out a scream. But impressively enough, he was able to stop himself in the nick of time.

'I a.m i.m.p.r.e.s.s.e.d . Y.o.u a.r.e n.o.t s.c.a.r.e.d ? T.h.a.t i.s r.a.r.e .'

Hearing this, Ayuma relaxed as he thought that this scary guy didn't intend to kill him. But then, he thought of the possibility that he was being played with by the ghost, and that his chance of living may perharps depend on his answers. As he thought so, he decided to admit that he indeed felt a great amount of fear and that he managed to hide it luckily. As he was thinking of how to butter up the enitity before him....

'H.a.h.a.h.h.h.h.a.h!!!'

He could hear the loud cacophonic laughter of the weird entity. Before he could say anythjng, the entity interrupted him.

"I'M SORRY ABOUT EARLIER. I COULDN'T HELP IT AS IT WAS JUST TOO FUNNY, YOU THOUGHT IF YOU PRAISED ME AS SCARY AND MAGNAMIOUS, I WOULD BE FULL OF MYSELF AND LET YOU LEAVE?!"

This time around, he heard the voice speak in English and though it still was scary and loud, atleast he felt relief that it was speaking in a commonly used Earth language.

'I USUALLY DO NOT SPEAK IN ANY OTHER LANGUAGE EXCEPT SOUL LANGUAGE, BUT SEEING YOUR APPREHENSION, I DECIDED TO CONVERSE IN ENGLISH.'

"Wait! Did you just read my thoughts now? How did you do that! And what is Soul language? Am I alive? If I already died, am I a spiirt? Can I possess other people?---"

"WOAH. HOLD YOUR HORSES BOY, WHILE I AM GLAD THAT YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE SPEAKING TO ME, CALM DOWN AND STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD."

Feeling a cold glare from the cloak, Ayuma shut up and nodded his head, desperately trying to pull himself together and control his sudden excitement.

"THAT'S BETTER NOW AND OH, LOOK HERE KID. 1ST OF ALL. YOU ARE DEAD."

"What!!!!"

" YES! SO NO POSSESSION, NO FANCY UNDEAD AND NO GHOST IMMORTAL OR ANY OF THAT CRAP ALRIGHT?"

"Ugh, no offense but don't you know its rude to read minds like that?"

"THAT APPLIES ONLY TO 3RD DIMENSIONAL ENTITIES. NOT TO US, GRIM HARVESTERS."

"Wait, do you really harvest souls like for real now?!"

"NOT EXACTLY HARVEST, BUT YEAH. OKAY, THE ACTUAL REASON YOU STILL HAVE YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARNACE AFTER DEATH IS BECUASE OF YOUR GOOD KARMA. THAT MEANS YOU GET TO REINCARNATE WITH YOUR MEMORIES. YES. ISEKAI STUFF ALRIGHT. BUT WTH IS TRUCK-KUN!?"