My name is Kyle Adley. I am a twenty-year-old computer engineering student at a big university. Even though I'm not the best, that's only because I'm too lazy to finish most assignments and usually only do the bare minimum to pass a subject. I'm actually something of a genius, even though most people call me dumb for whatever reason… But I'm sure that's completely unrelated to me wasting most of my time playing games, listening to music, and watching anime.
Surely that's not it.
I have a mother who's alive, while my father died when I was a kid but left us a sizable amount of money. Thanks to my mother's job and the inheritance, I was able to have an economically stable childhood.
Now that I'm in college, I eventually moved (was thrown out) to somewhere closer to where I study, since my mother said I needed to gain some independence and experience life by living alone.
However, that was just a waste of time and money since I'm still in the same city and only need an hour to get to my mother's house. (Where I just dump all my laundry instead of washing it myself.) So, I still visit her every weekend.
Today is a normal weekday. I'm walking home from class, and it's already almost evening; the sun is setting, the streets aren't crowded, and I'm relatively alone... aside from one or two people nearby doing random NPC stuff.
I've always been a loner since I'm that kind of guy who gets everything he wants easily, and I make sure everyone knows it—whether they like it or not. This tends to make almost everyone hate me. On top of that, the repulsion people feel toward me is amplified by the fact that I hardly change my facial expression from one of 'absolute indifference.' However, that's not by choice; it's because hardly anything impacts me enough to change my expression. So, I can't help it if it makes people think I'm a cold and arrogant guy. I'm prideful, that's true, but if people actually took the chance to get to know me, they'd find out I'm quite friendly. (Don't tell me to get to know people instead, I'd rather play games.)
Someone did approach me once—my one friend from high school. In our last year, however, he died from lead poisoning (heavy gunfire), and I haven't had any friends since. I often miss my one and only friend, but life goes on even still...
And it was as I did that monologue in my mind (as I randomly do every other day when I'm feeling particularly gloomy or bored, sometimes both) that I got a little distracted from my surroundings.
I heard a voice yelling, "Watch out!" which jolted me from my thoughts that were slowly drifting toward anime girls.
The usual isekai protagonist's reaction to a "Watch out!" shout would be to look toward the source first, but I knew better than to waste time doing that. Instead, I realized it came from above without looking (as a normal person would have) and reacted involuntarily by jumping back clumsily and falling on my butt. Such precise movements once again make me think I might be a secret descendant of shinobi assassins. (Read this with extreme amounts of sarcasm, please and thank you.)
And thus, a flowerpot appeared where I was and shattered into a million pieces of death-inducing ceramic… But really, who the hell still keeps flowerpots by the window of buildings? And ceramic? Really?!
As I thought that, my internal rambling was interrupted by a scene that made my brain stop for a moment.
As I looked at the splintered shards and flying dirt of the flowerpot, the aforementioned flowerpot flexed its mystical powers by rebelling against the laws of gravity, as if it wanted to give physics as a whole a big "Fuck you!" by having its many shards stay mid-air.
Go flowerpot! Fight the Man! Physics, or whatever.
Honestly, as much as I wished I could have a normal reaction, my head by now was too full of BS lines—which is usually how I think, probably due to all the anime and web novels I consume daily.
"Well... Either I am seeing things in slow motion, or that flowerpot is magic…" I said out loud, laughing inwardly at my own remark.
"What? What's even going on in your head, you moron? Time has obviously stopped, you insufferable ape... Although, to be honest, slow motion is close enough." said a voice coming from behind me. I didn't get insulted by its words—I deserved them in this specific scenario.
I looked back to see who was cursing me and saw a young man standing there. He was taller than average, with smooth white skin, K-pop-like white hair, and matching red eyes—the incarnation of the word "chuunibyou." (If you don't know what that means, stop being an uncultured swine and Google it.)
The man's complexion was Western, despite his anime-protagonist get-up, his apparent ethnicity leaning more toward German with a hint of femininity. (Not usual, but okay.)
His hair and eyes didn't seem out of place with his overall appearance, as one would look when using a wig and contact lenses. Instead, he just looked like the standard handsome/beautiful boy.
"I can hear your thoughts, and if you call me a boy again, I'll do things you won't like," he said with a mocking smile that somehow seemed threatening, but still looked as if he was just playing around… (I have a skill for reading too much into people's expressions. Get used to it.)
"Okay, so... who or what are you?" I asked, legitimately curious. "God? Jesus? The admin of this reality? The guy who created everything, and I've been inside a game the entire time?" There were many more options since if some guy can stop time, there are seriously many things he could be, none of which are normal. I just hope he's not actually my father and that I'm a demigod. I hate that scenario.
"Close on the first, too Christian on the second, I'm too lazy to admin stuff, and no, this isn't a game. And if I were your father, I'd have killed myself already," he said, his mocking smile unchanged. "But you can take the first option and increase it a few times. That way, it would be somewhat easier for you to understand, though still not entirely accurate…" He said, whether he was telling the truth or being arrogant was unknown to me. "You can call me Sixth. Don't ask why—you wouldn't understand, and I don't want to explain the simple version."
As I looked at Sixth, the guy who basically just said, "I'm like God but better," I wondered where this conversation would end up.
"So… am I being reincarnated? Transmigrated? Summoned?" I asked, listing the most likely options as I got up from the ground and dusted off my pants.
"Yeah, summoned. Another world, a magical world, a wondrous world!" he said, making gestures as if he were trying to explain something to a child. "AND! You have no choice in the matter. I don't need you for any particular purpose. You will have no particular aim aside from surviving and doing stuff for my entertainment since I'm divinely bored."
Sixth didn't let me think straight after that; he didn't even let me say anything else. The white-haired, god-like asshole just snapped his fingers, and I disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Mind you, it wasn't good smoke. It was cheap smoke—the kind you'd see in a low-budget old movie.
My pride has now been hurt...
Wait, how do I even know how I disappeared? I was already gone! It's not like I could see the smoke myself... Oh, great—information must have been dumped directly into my brain. Stupid god...
… (Sixth's POV)
After finally sending that weird idiot monologuing human to another world in another reality, I thought about the number of times I had done this already...
"It's not even a number anymore…" I said, the smile on my face fading and a serious expression appearing.
I was serious when I said that. There was no numerical representation anymore for how many beings I had sent to other worlds.
"At least it wasn't a random cell this time… The farthest that ever went was that one little guy who became a world-devouring virus…" I sighed as I spoke to myself.
"It'll take a while to finish my plan… I hope this human at least conquers his planet for a change. It's been a couple of sextillions of attempts since I had a world conqueror… I'm pretty sure of it. It's bothersome to think in numbers when it comes to this." As I spoke, my mood became gloomy.
By now, after seeing countless beings trying to achieve what I set out for, I could only hope this time it would work...
Wait, why am I monologuing as well? Ugh, must be THAT guy. Why the hell does he keep doing unnecessary stuff like this?!