Prologue

The sun was at its highest when Shin Musashi plays the fighting game with his brother Ken Musashi in front of their flat screen tv. Buzzing sounds from outside indicated that the day was already in the afternoon hours. they glanced at the clock on the wall opposite where they sat. Their sister, Sakura Musashi called them for breakfast. They left the room to eat breakfast. Shin talking to his sibling as they were eating breakfast. In short summary, Ken and Sakura are actually my cousins, and the reason I live with them due to my parents die from a car accident when I was only nine years old. My uncle and aunt took me in to be part of their family. I was grateful to be part of my uncle's family. I have a close relationship with Ken as we both are geeks for anime, gaming, sci-fi, and fantasy. Ken tends to hide these facts as he was mostly known to be pretty famous in high school. While my little sister Sakura was always a smart kid of the family and the most popular girl in her school, but her little secret that she is a huge nerd for yaoi romance novels and romantic manhwa. Shin lost into his thought about his sibling and he thought today was like any other day to take his sibling to school and while he training for the next match.

It seemed to him a distant now, the way he did things as a military man: a completely different lifestyle to his currents habits. Ironic how he had got little done these last five months since he had been discharged...

Back then, he fantasized about the days he would be out in the real world and amazing things he could do with his life, like going back to college to get a graphic design degree and even save enough money to helps his uncle and aunt for college feed for his siblings. God! He hadn't even attempted to brush up his Japanese.

Shin and his siblings pick up their plates and moving the plates to clean wash the dish...

Suddenly, a magic circle below the living appear and circle gushes smoke, coming from beneath, enveloped them - leaving them speechless, emotionless, without time to react. First, the smoke wrapped their ankles, then moved upward to their legs and torso, seeing them up to their neck. "Shit" was all Shin says before he and his sibling were engulfed them. As excruciating pain squeezed their head, paralyzing them. Shin screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

The living room went silent with no sound...

No indication, nothing, no sign of source that the sibling was even on planet Earth...

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It was not until he regained consciousness that the man Shin Musashi, found himself blind and helpless at a strange place. Not because of darkness quite the opposite. The intensity of the existing light was so much that it was clearly impossible to try to distinguish anything at all. Shin looks around to seed at least a billion or more of human-like him in this white void. He looks around at a bunch of people, so he tries to look for his sibling until a voice appears above him. The voice was heard through an even brighter light: "Accepted chosen human beings. You are selected to be the savior of the world Rohact" It made him want to crouch and bow, such was the superiority and out-of-this-world feeling, no matter how powerful of a man he was. "Am I dead?" was all he could think of. It would make sense that it is his soul experiencing all this. Then, to his terror, another voice responded—as ethereal and powerful as the first:

Is this the only number of suitable beings to become heroes? I heard that the number of candidates is over 9 billion.

– They are estimated to be 9 billion, yielding this number of apt specimens. Wasn't the probability very low upon commencing the project?

-That is correct.

-Shin was confused about what two bright voices were referring to? The voice continued.

All, transplant guidelines.

– But can I possibly do it like this? Is it not that the compatibility of artificial match is excessive?

– Appropriate for motivation and adaptation. Not an issue. The effectiveness has already been confirmed through the sampling of existing fitters.

-Okay.

Sheer terror overcame Shin. He wasn't experiencing an after-life event.

Much worse, this could not be an omnipotent god dealing with souls… Just then, it came. He felt something penetrating him in the light as excruciating pain hit him. He screamed. Panting for breath between screams, he heard the voices again:

– Oh, I made a mistake.

"A mistake? What the hell is a mistake?"Shin thought.

The voice continued, sounding embarrassed,

– It appears their one human is not the chosen hero and so the guideline go error due to the user not been a chosen hero.

– Ah, it is only one. There are hundreds of them; one cannot be accounted for. We can just send him to a world that can easily kill him so that we don't need to worry about him.

-Which world would we send the error to?

-Why not the Catastrophe world, I heard that the world was destroyed by powerful SSS class demons so it would be easier to get rid of him.

-Ok, I send this error human to that world but I hope this won't bite us in the ass later.

The other responded.

Before he could react, Shin Musashi was pushed and dropped by the owner of the voice. All he could hear were his endless screams. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It felt as if he fell forever. Then, the voice was faintly heard in the distance:

– Applicant number 400, begin the dimensional transfer.

Shin Musashi was sitting in a large city full of ruined buildings, destroy cars, sharp rocks, and edges when he came to his senses. He could see dry swords, broken tanks, destroy firearms, and trees in several places. "No, this isn't California. This isn't even earth!" He couldn't have any doubts about his judgment. For one, the sun has red colors or no clouds. Thought it was too bright to be night-time, a dark red, hazy sky shone ominously light a twilight.

A thought hit him just then. He blinked. "This is a dream, a nightmare. It's got to be one." He pinched his forearms. He slapped his cheeks. Nothing had changed. Desperate at the thought that this could be real, he shivered in disbelief. "No! It must be a dream! It must be a dream! If I'm not dreaming, then I must be out of my mind. How long have I been like this?"

It is unclear how many seconds, minutes, hours, these thoughts raced through his mind. "This is for real…" As he came to the realization, extreme anger overcame Shin, "What the fuck is going on?!"