Nite Nexus: My Journey to Becoming the Greatest MC in History

DING DONG!

At the sound of the bell, people rushed out in groups, their chatter almost drowning out its ring.

"Why do people do this? It's so annoying trying to get through all of it without having my butt hit the ground," Nite thought as he shuffled around trying to avoid others' accidental elbows.

He stood on the sidewalk, taking a breath as the crowd dispersed through the gates. His eyes glazed over the tall buildings in front of him.

"Life... What's the point? We'll still all die at some point, and everything you think is so important will simply stop to exist for you. No, it's different. If life is just a moment till death, what's the point of hopes and dreams, goals and aspirations, worry and stress?

Life is pointless, at least for me.

I didn't just start thinking like this out of nowhere. Since I was a kid, life seemed dull and gray.

What's the point? Why was I born? What do I want for the future?

I couldn't answer any of these questions. It seemed like life was simply moving on, irrespective if I knew what was going on or not. It simply doesn't care what I do.

I'm simply the extra that doesn't matter. A mob character who life just passes by for the MC. So that means my actions don't matter."

Nite turned his gaze away from the buildings as he walked away from the school.

"I have no dreams, no aspirations, no reason to live other than that—just live.

Despite that, if I were to pick up a knife and aim it at my neck, I'd stop out of fear and guilt.

I can't be that pathetic. I have to at least try. Even if there isn't a point to life, what's the point of death?

To let darkness overwhelm you and fall to emptiness.

So people create goals and aspirations to chase after, hopes and dreams to hold on to, worry and stress over pointless things.

But it's not like that for me."

Nite lowered his head and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Life truly is an amazing show. It gives me great seats to watch everyone else struggle to chase goals and cry over broken dreams.

Despite that, people look so alive and determined, chasing over pointless things. What's the need for a purpose in life? We'll all still die.

If I'm thinking this much over their pointless actions, which honestly seem to be more stupid and crazy than just waiting to die, does that mean that they're right wasting their time and effort like that?"

Nite arrived at the entrance to a large building complex. He walked in and went up to his floor.

He went to his room and sprawled out on his bed.

"Ughh... I hate school, and I hate going out. It's so boring."

He stood up and went to his bathroom. The warm water ran down his skin as he narrowed his eyes with his lips parting.

"Life, huh?"

He dried himself off and slipped into some house clothes. Walking over to his bed, he picked up his phone from the table.

The light from his device reflected off his face as he stared at the screen with his fingers tapping against it fiercely.

"Life's purpose? If life were to have a purpose for me, what would it be? What do I think is worth chasing?"

His fingers draped over his screen as a glare settled on his face.

"If life only cares about the MC, why don't I become one? It'll sure be a lot of fun.

The MC is the character who never gives up and has the most fun. They make lifelong friends and do everything in their power to help those they care about.

Since I was a kid, life may have seemed dull and gray, but every time I watched TV, it's always the same thing. They look like they're having so much fun. They look so cool. Wow! I wish I could do that." 

"Fine then. I'll become the MC, the best there is." He screamed with his fist rising above his head.

The air crackled with a faint orange glow. Chills ran down his spine as he wheeled around.

His words inched out with a breath, "What's going on?"

A golden spark shot up from his hands and circled his skin. He chased after the spark with his gaze as more started appearing.

A sharp pain pierced his chest as the air in his lungs stilled.

The heat of the electrified air around him made his vision blurry as the world faded to white. Gravity felt like a dream as he floated weightless in the void.

His nerves were completely useless as his body went numb. The white shattered to black as the sounds of his phone felt farther and farther away.

The wind blew against his skin, its soft touch grazed by with the warmth of a summer morning. Below, something tickled his face. A wave of calmness washed over him as his eyes fluttered open.

"Where am I?" he muttered.

He pushed himself up, his eyes widening.

His ceiling had warped to a vast, clear blue sky adorned by a bright sun. His walls had disappeared to reveal a field of green grass stretching as far as the eye could see.

"It seems I've been transported to some other world. There's no need to overreact; I've read enough isekai to know what to do, and panicking solves nothing."

He rose to his feet and moved his head around.

"By the looks of it, I'm in some grassy plain. An average spawn point for an isekai.

Let's get everything straight:

1. I decided to become the MC.

2. Weird orange sparks suddenly knocked me out.

3. I'm in some grassy plains, probably in another world."

He balled his hands into fists, raising them to the sky.

"It seems like I'm in some sort of Isekai story, and I'm the main character. It doesn't make sense, but it's how the story goes."

He lowered his head with a smirk and crossed his arms.

"I already said I was going to be the MC, but I wasn't expecting this: suddenly being transported to another world the moment I decided to give life a purpose by becoming the MC.

Way to go for sloppy writing. You might be impatient to get everything out, Writer, but maybe you should try to think before you write.

If I've been chosen to be the MC, I've got to act like how they'd act. So what's the best way to start off an isekai?"

He slipped his hands into his pockets as he explored the grassy plains. He narrowed his gaze and tensed his muscles for combat.

Eventually, a growl cut through the peaceful swish of the wind. He ran towards the growl to find two people being blocked by a bear.

The bear was covered in dark brown fur, except for the fur around his chest, claws, and forehead, which had a lighter shade.

The bear growled again but didn't attack them. Its claws stood firm as it stood on its hind legs.

The man, clad in a silky green cloak, stood in front of the woman, who wore an all-purple attire with gold stripes.

The woman held a crystal ball close to her chest while the man was standing with both his hands outstretched.

"A bear?! Why?! What am I supposed to do against that thing?!

No one would know if I just turned back."

Nite slowly stumbled back till a sharp pain hit his heart.

"What am I doing? I promised myself to be the MC, but I'm backing away from a fight.

I can feel my heart beating faster than a bullet train, but remember, that's just your stupid instinct to run away."

He clutched his chest with his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

"Right here, right now, I promise to never run away from a fight." He whispered to himself as he charged off the high ground where he hid.

His feet landed squarely on the ground as he bent his knees to break his fall. He straightened his knees and placed his hands in his pockets.

"Who the heck are you?" The merchant said with a grunt.

"Are you more worried about me than about the bear? That's an honor."

"And what do you plan to do about the bear? Are you a knight or an adventurer?"

"I'd say I'm more of a traveler, but for my name. Call me Nite Nexus."