Chapter-1
Year 2070, Earth...
Time: 9 P.M.
Clouds are gathered in the sky, and rain is pouring without any signs of stopping.
A young man, around 21, sits on the bench of a bus stop.
His eyes look dull, and the dark spots underneath confirm he isn't sleeping well. His body is skinny, and his face looks average.
He wears a proper uniform consisting of a white shirt, black pants, a brown leather belt, and an ID card in his shirt's upper left pocket.
He stares straight at a coffee shop across the road, observing a couple sipping hot coffee in this cold weather.
"What is the meaning of this life, God? Why would you give it to me if you wanted me to live so miserably? Should I just end this life?" Sam questions himself as he looks at the incoming bus.
'If I jumped in front of this bus now, I would die for sure. I haven't eaten anything for the last three days except fast food... But, I don't even have the courage to stand up and commit suicide. Why, God? Why would you make me such a weak-willed person?' Sam asks as he looks above at the sky with an angry expression.
Psssss
The bus stops in front of the bus stop, and the gates open up as the pressure is released.
"Hello, sir. Do you want a ride home?" the bus driver asks in a friendly manner.
Sam looks at the driver with a serious expression and shakes his head 'No.'
"Well, okay... Have a great day then, sir." The bus driver speaks as he closes the doors once again and departs from the bus stop.
Grrrrrrr
'I am Sam, Sam Woodman. I work at a coding company about 15 km away from my house. I come here on a daily basis and work in a 12-hour shift.
My shift starts at 9 am and finishes at 9 pm...
I am a junior client-handling service man. I know it sounds pathetic, but it's even more pathetic than it sounds.
I stay on the computer for 11 hours and tweak an AI online chatting customer service bot all day long so that if someone asks him the same question again, he can answer correctly without contacting the company customer service men.
That's my job, and it sucks... My eyes feel like they burn every day, and my spine feels like it's getting destroyed and reconstructed every day. I can't take this anymore. I want to do something else; I want to become like him.' Sam thinks as he looks at a poster near the electricity pole next to his bench.
Crunch
Sam tears the poster and starts reading it.
There is a young man's picture on the poster with six of his teammates, all in royal and expensive costumes.
"The Magi Of The Week, obviously. Why wouldn't he be? He saved a child from a Hetrotopse and cleared a D-ranked dungeon all by himself."
In 2060, due to a failure of some scientific experiment inside a big lab somewhere around the U.S.A., a quantum crossroad was generated.
As soon as the crossroad was generated, numerous dimensional gates started opening on our planet. They say they stopped the experiment immediately, but the results were unstoppable.
The dimensional gates kept popping until some of them turned blood red, and monsters from our imagination came out of those gates.
Ogres, Goblins, Dark elves, and giant spiders. You name it, every type of monster appeared on earth.
The population declined at an incredible rate. From 13.7 billion humans, we came down to 4.5 billion only.
It was a mess; we got slaughtered by the monsters. But when mana entered inside the humans, it gifted them with some magic abilities.
These humans were able to use that magic and kill the monsters. They closed the dimensional dungeons and protected humanity as their shields. That's why they were called MAGIS.
But, after some time... This became a common habit. As the years passed, more dungeons popped up, and more humans turned into magis.
They would go inside the dungeon, kill the monsters, and close it.
"... This guy is one of the biggest magis on earth, Ryan Solowan. The representative magi of the U.S.A. In his team, he has six more magis from six different countries.
I hate this guy; he always talks rudely to people, and he has power, and he is living a good life. Why am I saying this? I don't hate him; I just envy this guy." Sam speaks as he tosses the poster away and notices that his phone is vibrating.
Zzzzzzz
Sam picks up the phone and looks at the caller's name...
[Maria]
"Fuck... This bitch again."
Click
"Yes...?" Sam speaks with an attitude-filled voice.
"If you don't come home in 2 hours, you are not going to get any food or a place to sleep-"
Boop
Maria cuts the call after saying this.
"Fuckkkkk... I hate you, bitch." Sam shouts as he kicks the ground in anger.
He looks outside and notices that rain is pouring even heavier now, but if he doesn't go home now... Then he won't get any food or a place to sleep.
Sam picks up his bag and immediately starts walking on the side of the road.
'I live with my parents... My mother died when I was eight, my father is a fucking nut job. He married another bitch woman who had a daughter around 18, and both of them now live in our house.
My father had no job, and I wasn't making that much money. I make around 300 dollars a month, and in today's date, that's almost equal to zero.
In that much money, I can barely afford anything for myself. This money goes to the food fund of my family. My step-mother Maria makes a hefty sum of money... I think it's around 10,000 a month.
She is a doctor, and her daughter is in a magi school because she has awakened mana in her body, and she wants to join Ryan's team.
I have literally no respect in my house; if I go late... I don't get anything to eat or a place to sleep. I have to sleep outside sometimes, and this is my life.
There is one more person who lives in my house... Rita.
Rita is my step-mother's brother's daughter... She has one sexy body, ultra huge ass, big boobs, and a cute face. But, she is also a bitch... No, she is the biggest bitch in the house.
She lives freely in my house and treats me like shit. I have really no life... I hope, I die soon.' Sam thinks as he hears a noise.
Sam looks above and notices that a pole of electricity is coming towards him from above.