Isekai-ed, yet no recollection of meeting the legendary truck

There's always some semblance of schedule in my high school life. The things we students do on a day-to-day basis have already been decided by the teachers. Two hours of Math on Mondays, two hours of PE on Tuesdays, and a bit of extra lessons on Japanese sprinkled on Wednesdays. It was routine. Controlled. Boring, yet predictable. In that kind of environment, I managed to thrive.

Yet I can't help but yearn for the freedom of choice in what I want to learn.

Do I really need to learn about logarithmic functions and polynomials? Why don't you teach me how to do taxes instead? Geography? Why teach me about the properties of a rock I'll probably never see in my life anyway? When will my knowledge of how to determine dominant and recessive genes in plants ever be useful?

Then I heard about it.

The mystical place called university; a place where you can decide what major you want to take, what classes you want to join in, what you ultimately want to be in life.

A paradise where you can make your own choices.

The freedom that I wanted is there.

Unfortunately, I realized too late that in that kind of place, your choice makes or breaks you. Adapt to it, or suffer because of it. For most of my life, I have always followed a predetermined road. And the moment I had to take control of my own path, I failed to adapt. I suffered.

I crumbled.

Ironic isn't it? The freedom I so dearly wished for, became the reason for my unending stress, the reason for my suffering. In that place filled with freedom, I managed to create my own personal hell.

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It's hot.

My first thought was that I was being burned by the flames of Hell, but there's no way Hell is this mild in terms of heat. I slowly opened my eyes, careful not to blind myself by the sunlight streaming through the presumably clear skies.

'What the…'

I found myself lying in a patch of grass, staring at the clear blue skies. The air feels so fresh, so different from the city I once lived in. I slowly got up, realizing that my body felt slightly sluggish.

'I'm pretty sure I died. The fact that I am currently outside touching some grass is proof enough. Yet here I am, alive and well, which means this is either heaven (quite unlikely), a lucid dream (never did manage to do it), or I am currently experiencing the dream of every weeb in existence, an isekai.'

I slowly ran my fingers through the grass I am sitting on. Should I be jumping with joy right now?

'Alright, calm down and think. If this is reincarnation, then where am I exactly?'

I carefully examined my surroundings. I am sitting on a small island surrounded by a lake, behind me is a statue of sorts, depicting a robed person with what looked like a wing on his back and an orb in his cupped hands. On the horizon, I can see cliffs surrounding this place I am currently in, with the exception of the eastern side, based on the sun's position.

'Statue of the Seven, Starfell Lake, huh. Genshin Impact it is then.'

A place I'm quite familiar with, that's one less thing to worry about.

'Now, am I myself, or is this someone else's body?'

I stood up and walked towards the lake to get a good look on my face. Hopefully, if I am not myself, then some random person with a vision would do just fine.

The moment I looked at my reflection though, I really wish I had ended up as some rando with no vision instead.

'Seriously? I did compare myself to a wanderer back then but come on.'

Looking back at me is the reflection I dreaded having. The face of Kunikuzushi, or rather, Scaramouche, is staring back at me.

'I am so fucked.'