'Well, that sure takes first prize for oddest dream ever,' I think fuzzily. I've gotta quit reading so many isekai novels and fanfictions on WebNovel,' I idly joke to myself as I slowly wake up. Odd the dream may have been, but I don't remember ever feeling this good when waking up.
I stretch languorously, feeling how powerful, effortless, and fluid the movements are. It's the single most pleasant, luxurious experience I've ever had, and I can feel and untapped… vitality… I've never know. Burrowing deeper into my bed, I quietly make sleepy noises of contentment. *Masculine mumbles of pleasure*
"Huh," I grunt, opening my eyes in surprise, expecting to see a sleeping trespasser. Before I can clear my blurry vision, I realize the voice I heard is mine (when I grunted in confusion I heard it again and felt the thrum in my own throat), and I became very confused. No way my voice went from a mid-range tenor to a Tim Faust level bass over night! Besides which, my voice was nasally and flat- not like this rumbling, resonant and mellifluous bass! … What I'm hearing come from me is the voice I wish I had.
It is at this point that my blurry vision clears and I become even more confused. I even slap myself to make sure I'm awake! It hurts, so I am awake. The confusion and questions pile up in my mind.
Somehow I'm back in the bedroom I had when I was 16, but it's different. The most glaringly obvious difference is that everything looks like it's in an anime- a fairly realistically styled anime… Like, halfway between typical Japanese anime style and CGI… Not gonna lie- even if I've completely lost my ever-lovin' marbles… I like it. If I'm insane, there better not be a cure or even meds to treat my brand of crazy. I'm weirdly oaky with this. *Nods head calmly a few times*
As I stand up from my bed, I notice a mirror I don't recall ever owning In it I see a tall, broad-shouldered man covered with rippling slabs of muscle that look etched or carved from steel. The man is absolutely ripped, with more abbs than I even knew existed! His long, moonlight-colored silver hair drapes down to his armpits like a lush, silken lion's mane in it's unbound (and kinda frizzy) glory, shining ruddy gold where the early morning sun hits it through a window. Burning golden eyes flow as he stares back at me intensely, his five-o'-clock shadow providing an even starker contrast. Many terrible scars can be seen all over his body, a few shades off from the rest of his somewhat golden, buff-colored skin. A long, frightening scar extends from his hairline to his jaw with a gap where his eye-socket is.
It takes a moment before it actually hits me. The tall menacing figure oozing a smoldering intensity… is me… Why am I a Geralt of Rivia look-alike? How-
*bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!* The cellphone on the antique nightstand buzzes loudly before letting out the sound of my notification ringtone, drawing my attention (and confusion). There, on my old nightstand lies and anachronism. It's my AT&T RadiantTM Core smart-phone from 2019, playing a piece of a song by Divide Music- a song from an anime that didn't exist when I was 16…
With mounting confusion and mental shock, I pick up the phone and open the notification.
{Transmigration complete. Navigate to [Simply System] app for further details, or command "Main Menu" to open the system without a medium.}
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