A World of Only Peace - [Chapter 0]

My name is Adam. Pretty generic, right? I've spent my whole life surrounded by the most mundane stuff imaginable.

Honestly, if "average" were a person, it would be me. You know, the classic routine: wake up, work, eat, binge-watch a series or two, then off to work.

I'm what you'd call a "nice guy." Not in the sense of those over-the-top romantic movie types but just a guy you'd barely remember after meeting him.

You know, the one who blends in at parties, somehow managing to find a corner and stick to it like a fly on a wall.

Whenever I walk into a room, I feel like I'm invisibly labeled: "Do Not Disturb."

-Nothing too glamorous, nothing to write about.

But I've always had this little escape hatch known as anime and video games, particularly Honkai Star Rail.

Give me a chance to dive into that universe, and suddenly, I'm a self-proclaimed expert on intergalactic travel and character builds.

I can ramble on and on about lore like I'm some kind of space professor. Want to know if the Stelle is beautiful than March 7th? I'm ready to debate! Spoiler alert: Herta is winning.

You see, Anime and gaming are my lifelines—they transform the mundane into something electrifying.

I've spent countless nights huddled in front of my screen, coffee in one hand, controller in the other, passionately critiquing character designs or mapping out strategies for the latest boss battles.

My coworkers often tease me, calling me "the walking useless encyclopedia" of Anime tropes and game mechanics.

Sure, I might not win any awards in real life, but in the realm of virtual adventures, I'm practically undefeated.

It's not just about the pixels and plots, though. Those worlds pull me in, taking me on journeys where anything is possible.

You can level up instead of just clocking in for another eight hours at a desk. You can make friends who get you, who recognize you by your favorite waifu or preferred skill set, instead of your bland office title.

-Honestly, in those moments, I feel alive.

But then, reality always crashes in, reminding me of the mountains of laundry and the deadlines I keep ignoring.

Still, there's something special about that connection—with the characters, the stories, and the thrill of the next quest.

It's where I truly thrive, where I dream of being the hero instead of the guy who just blends into the background.

Little did I know, my life was about to flip upside down, and the adventure I'd always craved was right around the corner.

-So, there I was, just mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, laughing at some random cat videos, when my phone slipped out of my grasp.

Before I even realized what was happening, it fell straight into my throat. Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculous—but trust me, it was as terrifying as it sounds.

I started gagging like crazy, trying to pull it out, but instead, I just choked harder. My brain was racing—like, how did I even let this happen? Who chokes on their phone?

Apparently, I do. A few frantic moments later, I was gasping for breath, and then—boom, that was it. Lights out, see ya later.

Now, I'm hanging out in some pitch-black void. Not exactly what I pictured for the afterlife.

There's no bright light, no heavenly chorus—just a whole lot of nothing. It's the kind of emptiness that makes you question every life choice, you know?

I mean, I just wanted to check out some funny videos, maybe a dance challenge or two.

Here I am, floating in darkness, probably the first person ever to die from a TikTok mishap.

I guess I have some time to think. Was it really worth it to scroll endlessly? Should've swallowed some pride instead of my phone, right?

Maybe I should've just stuck to YouTube, where the videos are a little more user-friendly. No choking hazards there!

Anyway, here I am—stuck in the void with all my regrets. I just hope there's a celestial hotspot out there, so I can at least catch some TikToks on repeat.

I mean, if I'm being punished for my scrolling habits, I might as well bring my guilty pleasure into the afterlife.

Thank goodness I never sent a single cringy TikTok dance to anyone; that would've been the ultimate embarrassment.

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Would you like to be Isekai'd?

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What the—? Suddenly, a window-like prompt pops up right in front of me. I blink at it, like it's going to disappear if I stare hard enough.

Am I having a fever dream? This has to be some kind of glitch in the matrix or something.

I mean, one minute I'm choking on a phone, and the next I'm being offered a one-way ticket to a fantasy world?

Part of me wants to scroll past it, like it's a bad ad on a website. "Nah, not today!" But then, I start thinking—being Isekai'd means I could be a hero or something cool.

I could wield magic, ride a dragon, or at least get a new character design that isn't just me in my pajama pants. I could finally escape my boring daily grind.

Honestly, who's even asking this? Is there a cute Anime character behind the curtains, ready to guide me to an epic adventure?

Is this a trap? A cruel joke? Every Isekai ever has that one moment where something goes horribly wrong—but what do I have to lose? I mean, I'm already facing what feels like a very horrifying end.

So, I take a deep breath—or attempt to since, you know, I was choking before—all this.

「Yes, I would like to.」

The moment I do, everything changes. The void around me starts to swirl with color, and for a second, I feel like I'm being pulled apart and put back together at the same time. It's surreal.

-Then, just like that, I'm off.

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May you be happy and raise justice, in however you see it.

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