The first chapter was a joke btw, the real first chapter will be posted in about an hour of this being written!

Are guys can read my sec chapter cause I cant open it :D

This Is So Short You Can Read It In 10 Sec This Is Just Small Line

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

At a young age, she was abandoned by her parents and grew up independently in Mount Koya where her foster parents lived. They adopted Hanabi when they saw her crying in the middle of the dark forest near to the temple where the Scarlet Sec is located.  When Hanabi came into their lives everything has changed. They’ve become the parents they never thought they‘d be and that is because Hanabi came, they treated her as their own child.  King Shojo and Queen Yanari, Hanabi’s  foster parents gave her the power to lead the Scarlet Sec Temple where she met Hayabusa and Kagura.  From then, the journey of happiness, agony and sacrifices begin.

March, 16th, 2023

I think Estral sent me another sign that he was watching me.
I woke up today, London was already downstairs making breakfast, when I saw a small, white dove on my window sill. I thought to myself, 'The birds shouldn't be coming back yet...Weird.' but I shrugged it off.
The dove hopped into my room, but didn't fly away. It took me until now to notice a small, light purple perennial in it's beak.
My door creaked open as Mikayla walked in. "Dada, Matthew and I saw Estral!" I looked at her, then back at the dove, which wasn't there anymore. The flower stood in it's place.
I stared at the flower before turning back to Mikayla. Her two front teeth were missing, but her smile melted my heart. I sighed and picked up the flower.
I handed the perennial to Mikayla and smiled. "How did you see Estral?" I asked her.
She has heard stories about Estral not from just me, but from London as well. Mikayla and Matthew loved hearing stories about us when we were younger.
She sat on the foot of my bed, patting the spot beside her. I chuckled silently and sat beside her. She leaned her tiny head on my large arm. "I was playing outside with Matthew when I saw something staring at me. When I looked at it, it smiled at me and whispered something about you."
I raised an eyebrow. "What did it say?"
She sighed dramatically. "He said something like, 'Keep and eye on your parents, please? They're my best friends.' And I promised that I would. Matthew freaked out and left, though."
I looked at her and whispered, "What did it look like?"
"Well, he had light eyes and hair and he wore a white T-shirt."
Now, I always knew that kids had great imagination, but this was insane. I looked at her and let out a sigh. "How about you go ask Baba, and I'll be down in a sec."
She smiled brightly and rushed downstairs.
A few minutes later, London opened the door. They said that they saw Estral.
I guess that I couldn't hold it together anymore. I broke down crying in front of London. It wasn't the first time, but it was one of the only times that I cried in front of them about Estral. They wrapped their arms around me as I continued to cry.
And for the first time in a few months, I called Hailey and Jacob.

   For some reason, I'm feeling a certain sense of dread. This is a feeling that I am very familiar with. My worst enemy has come to haunt me yet again. Before I could continue my thoughts, I was interrupted yet again by Ms. Lackadaisical(I don't know her name).
 
[Yes, tutorial, you've done well to complete it in....five years? What took you so long? The average graduate completes the tutorial in two years at the most.]
 
She looks at me as if I am something truly pitiable, like a bug stuck floating in the middle of a pool. It truly hurts me that the first emotion she shows me is pity...I have nothing to say back. My face must look horrible right now, because I can see her face change from pity to that of revulsion. What the hell did I do to deserve this? She looks back at the documents in her hands, looking for some form of an explanation. She looks up at me with wide eyes, as if she had just seen something unbelievable.
 
[I can't believe it, one of you actually survived.] 
 
"Wait, what do you mean? You just said that its normal for people to pass the tutorial in 2 years." I answer back, still dumbfounded.
 
[Well you see, we have three different classifications of test subje... I mean students. There is the normal group that I mentioned before that receives ample support to complete their task, the excellent group that receives minimal support, and lastly....those that are marked for disposal. They, or should I say you, received no support of any kind in your endeavor.]
 
I wake up from my stupor, "Disposal!? Why the hell was I marked for disposal!?" I ask in panic. 
 
I start to think of reasons why this could possibly be happening. Did I watch too much porn back on Earth? Should I have been nicer to my parents? Does God just hate me? Ms. Lackadaisical responds to my panicked question with indifference.
 
[Well, you see, we started this experiment to see which group would give us the best results. Therefore, we took the throwaways that wouldn't amount to anything into one group, the disposables.] 
 
I fall to my knees dramatically, "What's going to happen to me now?"
 
[Hell if I know. I just work here.] she says offhandedly.
 
"I want to speak to your manager!" I scream.
 
[Sure thing, just a sec...] she takes her phone out of her cleavage and makes a call, [Hey, grandpa, one of the throwaways actually survived...No, I'm not kidding, he's sitting right in front of me. He said he wants to speak with you....Ok, see you in a sec.]
 
A few seconds later, an old, shriveled up man walks into the room and takes a seat on a couch that appeared out of nowhere. He then looks towards me with an appraising eye. 
 
"Hello there, my name is Justin, the god of reincarnation and transmigration. You may be wondering what's going on, so I will answer your questions." he says in a very light and upbeat tone.
 
"Are you the reason I was kidnapped for 5 years?"
 
"Yes, that is indeed the case...now if you would stop looking at me as if you are about to tear out my trachea and shove it 'someplace the sun don't shine' that would be greatly appreciated. As for all things, there is an explanation for this. You see, Earth, is about to undergo its first tribulation. A tribulation is all worlds with sentient life go through at least once. Earth's inhabitants will have to fight for their survival in an all out war against other worlds. There are many rules in place for this event, but we can go over that later. Any questions so far?"
 
"That's....."
 
"Hmm?"
 
"That's such a cliché! I knew it! The moment she said something about that world being a tutorial, I knew it was gonna turn out like some piece of garbage 'Returning from another world' novel! Ha, next you're gonna tell me that I'm gonna get a system!"
 
"Wait, kid, what was that last part?"
 
"The part about you giving me a system?"
 
"Yes, that, you mean to tell me you cleared the tutorial world without a system?" the old man said, stunned.
 
"Well of course I.....wait a minute..." I turned toward Ms. Lackadaisical, "when you said support. what did you mean by that?"
 
She looked away with a guilty expression, [The heroes that were brought over for testing received blessings of gods that were interested in them, among other things, through.....a system.]
 
I stood there for a few minutes, remembering all the hardships I had gone through, the near death experiences, and every other traumatizing event that I had endured to get back home. All I feel is a deep sense of Indignance. The word that I have wanted to say since being thrown into that ungodly place.
 
"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!" I scream with everything I have as I burst into tears.
 
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Hello, my name is Kimari, the goddess of clichés. I am very tired today as usual. Due to the constant overuse of already existing tropes, new and original stories and ideas are becoming a rare commodity. Which isn't a bad thing, its the reason I came into existence after all. What's tiring is the never-ending boredom that comes with reading, what seems like, the same stories over and over again. Every time a cliché is used, it is transmitted to me automatically.
 
As of late, there have been many stories have been of the isekai, transferred to another world, or reincarnation variety. It has been relatively entertaining, so when I heard that a few hundred thousand people were going to be chosen from the little blue planet called Earth. I jumped at the chance. 
 
I immediately got to work, choosing the people who would show me an interesting story. I decided to choose them all at random to keep things interesting, but they all ended up being high school students. It was odd, but it didn't bother me. I watched the cliché stories unfold with glee, I even gave a few of them my blessing. For some reason, they all died, I wonder why? Anyway, after the the first batch of 100,000, I started to get bored, so I told grandpa that I was taking 1,000 test subjects to train them in a different environment. Then I placed them in the tutorial world with no prior knowledge or warning to see what interesting stories they would show me.
 
[Not even a year has passed and 80% of them are dead; maybe this was a mistake? Oh well, let's just mark them down as disposables and call it a day.] 
 
Here we are 5 years later after this project started, there's only a few thousand left in the first two groups. Another graduate came in after finishing and I gave him my speech. I thought I heard him talking, but it must be an auditory hallucination. On a whim, I look at his file. What the hell am I even looking at? 
 
Name: Kilo Axiom
Gender: Male
Age: 18(Approximately)
Hight: 5' 11"
Level: Not Registered
Stats: Not Registered
Talents: Rational Thinking, Can Complain About Anything, and Being an Annoyance 
Time Spent In Tutorial: 5 years, 120 days, 13 hours, 45 minutes, and 58 seconds
Description: A slightly above average boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A slender but well built body. He hates and fears clichés.
After turning the age of 18, he was brought to the tutorial world with no support from the gods. The only survivor of the disposal group. Easily defeated the Demon Lord after watching companions die one after another. 
Evaluation: Mentally unstable and in need of help.
 
I gave him a look of heartfelt pity as I spoke to him. That seemed to hurt his feelings because his eyes that looked back at me resembled that of a dead fish. I don't know what to do about this so I call grandpa to deal with it. The conversation progresses and he turns to me and asks a question. I look away from him, unable to say that its my fault that he didn't get a system and basically sent him to his death.
 
[The heroes that were brought over for testing received blessings of gods that were interested in them, among other things, through.....a system.]
 
I finally looked at him only to see him look as if his new puppy had just run away. He starts to bawl his eyes out. 
 
"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!" Kilo screamed. 
 
....I have to fix this. I didn't think any one from that group had survived, and it is ever so slightly my fault that he ended up like this. Either way, I have a feeling that whatever happens, it will be very entertaining. I start to feel excitement that I haven't felt in years. I gaze at my new toy with amusement.
 
[Worry not young Kilo, I will take responsibility for this and give you what you desire.] I say in with great motivation. 
 
The boy immediately stops bawling, looks up, and smiles, "Thank you very much, when do we start?" 
 
As if his previous emotions did not exist, he speaks in a cheery voice. Is he bipolar? Whatever, that's not important right now.
 
[Right now. I will give you a system that I built myself and send you home to your family.]
 
Grandpa whips his head over at me, "Wait...!" he starts. 
 
A blinding light shines forth as a magic circle appears under Kilo. 
 
I look at my new toy slowly disappearing with a wide grin on my face, [Speak to you soon, entertain me well ok?]

After being abducted for 5 years, I thought I could finally live the life I always dreamed of. A life of leisure and laziness, but NO, of course I can't! The clichés of the universe and the will of the gods demand that I have to deal with everyone else's problems! I want compensation dammit! Who the hell wants this useless goddess?! What the hell am I gonna do with a harem?! FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU!

(This is my attempt at satire on the isekai/fantasy genre. This is my first time writing so any criticisms or corrections are welcome.)
(Image is from Waifulabs.com)

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