Prologue: New day leads to new Life

As the morning light seeped through the tattered curtains, Arejay Gallagher, a Caucasian man, appeared to be in his late twenties, having a mop of light brown hair and a slim physique. Groggily opening his eyes, he realized he was again waking up in his small, shabby apartment. Arejay's surroundings were far from his hopes, but the man didn't let this get him down. He had lived on his own in this apartment for over six years since he left his hometown and moved to another state in search of a better life. 

Although life was tough, currently working as an accountant at a local bank, he attempted to remain optimistic about his future. As he got out of bed and stretched his limbs, Arejay thought about all the bills he needed to pay and how little money he had left in his bank account. To counteract this depression, he lifted his arms above his head in a V shape with the palms out while standing on his tiptoes before shouting, "Praise the Sun!" 

After a few seconds of holding this stance, he returned to standing up straight with a more severe expression. 'I need to find a better-paying job soon to make ends meet,' he said.

Despite the challenges, Arejay was determined never to give up. He had a roof over his head and food in the fridge, but he had friends and family he hadn't talked to in years after moving out. 'I know that things aren't working out, and I won't be able to achieve my dreams. All I want for my dream is to accomplish something more.'

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and walked towards his sofa, where he took a Playstation controller buried halfway into the cushion. He then took the nearby remote control and pushed the power button on both remotes, turning the television and console system on. 

While signing on to his PlayStation and selecting a game, he thought, 'My dying dreams, depression, and breakfast can wait until I finish playing my favorite game and video game series, Guilty Gear Strive.'

What followed was the man in his prime listening to the opening song of this video game, keeping his eyes shut until the music stopped. He then opened his eyes and immediately rushed to play a match with someone. He said during this brief waiting time, "Hmmm… who should I play today? I played Faust, and I-no last time. So, I might as well pick one of my favorites. Happy Chaos."

With this decision final, he began to wait for his opponent. Of course, he could have made breakfast or gotten something refreshing. But those trivial things can wait—there is just one match.

About seven minutes passed until someone called UncleSheo#450322, and they joined the lobby. With everything ready, Arejay chose the gunslinging broken messiah Happy Chaos, and UncleSheo chose the dolphin gremlin May.

Ten seconds passed before the screen turned completely black until it showed a new location where gigantic flying airships flew. The announcer says, "Mankind knew that they could not change society, so instead of reflecting on themselves, they blamed the Beasts. HEAVEN OR HELL."

Ensuing were both character introductions, and then the announcer said enthusiastically, "Duel 1! Let's Rock!"

What happened during this match changed the young man's life. A dolphin repeatedly hit Happy Chaos, screaming, "Totsugeki"! No matter what combos or blocking attempts Arejay made, they were unsuccessful. After a short while, the announcer stated with finality, "Slash"!

Signaling the first round was finished. Arejay was stunned. He had encountered this spamming before but always found a way. The second round lasted as swiftly as the first one began. UncleSheo sent fifteen GG's within nine seconds, provoking Arejay to replay against him several times. Each attempt met with failure upon failure upon failure. 

Every defeat drove Arejay's vision blind with anger, to the point his PS controller was suffering damage, and it further broke when UncleSheo left the lobby.

Typically, Arejay was calm but did not eat breakfast or drink beverages this morning. He did not know UncleSheo had cheated using unknown, definitely not magical means to win. 

Shouting in anguish and loss, he screamed, "Coward"! Leaping out of his sofa and charging head first into his average-sized television, it chattered to make way for his neck and noggin when his head reached the glass. 

Clarity returned to his eyes, and Arejay realized what he had just done was the most rash and ludicrous idea yet. Trying to think with a somewhat level head, 'Why did I do that?! Have I finally gone insane? I'm stuck like this and can't move. I can't reach for anything without this glass slicing my neck. Breathe, breathe, stay absolute sti--.'

His line of thought cut off when the television's electricity shocked him—instinctively causing Arejay to yank back away in pain. The glass opened his throat's soft flesh for blood to come pouring out of it. Clutching the fatal wound with pale white hands, endeavoring to suspend the bleeding, but to no avail. His consciousness began fading into the inky pitch dark that is death.

When Arejay's limp body impacted the floor, an insane laugh could be from a man in his late fifties with neatly combed short gray hair, a full beard, a supernatural mustache, and golden eyes with black hanging around them. Almost all of his hair popped out of existence. His outfit consisted of what a noble from the Medieval times would wear, colored with gold and purple around the entire suit, and he was holding a birch walking cane in his left hand.

Standing above the lifeless body, the man laughed again. "How terrible! I wanted a mortal champion who cut through the entrails of my enemies, oh well." Leaning down to pat the corpse's head the way a father would to their child,

"A nice effort through, shame you're dead, but these things happen."

He was rising to take his leave, but he stopped halfway from teleporting. A cat-like grin spread across his face as he clutched an invisible force from Arejay's body.

"Well, you deserve a reward for giving me a good fight, so I'll send you to the world we played in." 

Dropping to a pitcher's stance, the older man's golden eyes seemed to search intently through a veil that most beings, even gods, could not see through, found his target—throwing the recently departed soul into a near bottomless abyss that was different worlds. This act destroyed a massive part of the apartment building; thankfully, no animals were harmed during this pitching session. 

Turning all the objects inside Arejay's apartment into an assortment of things, such as cheese, it laughed, saying, "I'm so excited about what you will do that I could just tear out your intestines and strangle you with them right now. But we will meet again in that world, my friend." With this, it vanished from this reality as soon as it appeared.

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In a hospital during the year 2014, there was a dead man around 19 years old who was sitting motionless; his looks were average, with a height of 6'2, and red hair. But within the room, we're four others: a balding Scottish doctor in his forties, a young red-haired woman who looked similar to the patient resting on the bed, and she was hugging a tall brown haired young man while she cried, and an ashen blond-haired young man who looked at the recently dead body sadly.

The doctor carrying an air about him where he's told and consoled countless people after seeing a sick patient dying in-front their family members with a somber tone, "I'm sorry for the loss of your friend here, so if its any comfort you should probably go outside while—" 

Everyone was shocked into silence by the sudden gasp coming from the revived patient, opening his eyes for the first in this new world.