The sun shines really bright and the sky is blue. It's another new day to start a brand new adventure. I can feel the breeze blows my body. It's like it flows through my body causing a lot of my energy surging soaring to the sky.

My bag is full of pieces of equipment like a map, compass, ax, pickaxe, etc. *sigh*, it's full, but a good adventurer must prepare for every possible encounter he might face. Well, preparation is the key for every journey, right? About garments, I just wear a sleeveless grey jacket without any shirt on, a pair of navy jeans shorts, a pair of brown boots, a red bandana, and a black shade google on my head.

Though my body is full of scars and scrapes, I'm just fine with it. It's proof that I am an adventurer. 'Pain makes a man stronger.' That's what's my old man always said to me when I was a rascal. Ah, how nostalgic. I take a sip of a cup of hot choco and put the cup on the table.

Ah right, I live alone in a small wooden home that looks like a giant barrel. Nothing is interesting in it, only a bed, table, chair, equipment box, and a door. That's all. What do you expect? I am here just for chilling out like eating and sleeping. Bathing you asked? I bath on the waterfall nearby every week. I just can't waste my precious adventuring time for something so trivial like bathing, right?

I leave the table and walk to the door leaving home.

" NEW ADVENTURE I AM COMING!"

BRRRING

My alarm clock rings aloud.

I slam on it hard to turn it off.

A dream, eh? Of course, it was! There's no way someone cursed like me could go adventuring like that! I open my eyes and I can see the usual square tiled plain ceiling. Yup, it's my room, a room full of anime posters and supportive messages stuck on the wall telling me to keep stronger living my life.

What a bunch of bullshit.

There's no way I can enjoy this kind of life.

'Why?', you asked?

It's because I am palsied.

Yeah, you hear me, right?

I got this cursed when I was in middle school. I had a motorcycle accident. My old pops rode the bike at a high speed. Yes, he was a drag motorcyclist. And it was the time he stopped becoming a motorcyclist and the great sorrow haunting him that he fell to the pit of despair.

At that time, he picked me up with a motorcycle. He told me that he would drag as he had something to do at home. I just nodded as I knew that he was super busy. Then, on the way home, he exceeded the speed limit at the major arterial road. Yes, we had to use this road to go home. Then, suddenly he saw a woman and her child crossing. He hit the brake, both of them that I got ejected and fell to the road. At the time I fell, a sport motorcycle ran passing my legs that the bone got crushed literally that I can see my bone and my blood was spurted all over the road.

That happened too fast. I couldn't do anything but crying aloud. My old pops were in panic. He took me to the bike and he forced himself to ride the bike to the hospital with his post-trauma tantrum state. He managed to take me to the hospital. I was brought to the ICU and the whole family came to see for my condition. I couldn't hear anything as the doctor had anesthetized me. After several hours, I woke up and I saw them around the back.

"Ary, honey, are you alright?" My mom asked as she was worried.

"Mom…"

"What is it, honey?"

"Why can't I move my leg?"

Everyone was surprised and they were in panic. Some were calling the doctor, some were crying, and some were screaming in rage. The room was really like hell that I try to hide my face with a pillow.

The doctor said that my legs can't be recovered and he told me to pray to God so He would protect me.

"Our Lord loves you." He said.

Some bullshit.

Ever since that time, my life has changed to chaos. My old pops always drink, my mom always cries, and they always have a quarrel every night. This curse has changed my family, the warm sensation in our house has been put off turning it into a chilly cave. My mom just comes to see me for bathing me and feed me. We barely have time to talk as I know that she will be sad looking at me right now. We do have some kind of medical help from the government, but hey, it comes from the government. What do you expect? They demand us pay the monthly fee but they refuse to help us. What a bunch of disgraceful mongrels.

How many years has it been? I guess it's more than 5 years. All I can do is just reviewing anime, playing games, and such. I am a failure, I can't do anything. Even I can't recover the warmth of this family we used to have. I do have a few good friends on the Internet. They are good friends that can make me forget about this bullshit. But, I just can't ask them to help me more than keep me company. At least, I have someone to talk to to help me ignore this shitty fact that I am a disability.

'Our Lord loves me,' eh? What kind of bullshit is this?! If He loves me, why did he deactivate my legs?! Why did he take everything from me?! Why? Why? WHY?

I drip some tears from my eyes.

I hate my life.

Why do I live for anyway? I can't do anything.

I take the knife from the desk next to me. The knife was from mom to help me cut the fruit from the basket on the desk.

I always think about this ever since I got this curse. I watched an anime about living a life in another world called 'Isekai'. It's a wonderland where the protagonist can be anything either it becomes the strongest or living a life with his harem.

I wonder if I can go there. I just want a better life where I can do anything without nonsense like disability and god. I just want to live happily, I do have a right for that, right? My future in this life is dull. Just sleeping here waiting for a miracle called death.

I put the edge of the knife to my abdomen.

"Goodbye."

I start to stab my own stomach with the knife.

"AAARGH!" I screamed in pain.

It's painful and I can feel the chill from the blade. I think it's not enough, so I pull it and stab it again and again till I have no more energy to do so. I have to die before someone stops me. I am sorry mom, I am sorry dad. This failure must be gone once and for all. Thanks for everything. I closed my eyes and I can hear my mom screaming. It seems I managed to die before she finds out.

I don't know whether Isekai exists or not. Like I care about that. If it doesn't, well I'll end up in Hell, I guess. If God puts me in Hell after giving me too much sorrow in my life, He is an asshole.

I can see a bright light distracting my vision. I opened my eyes slowly.

Blurry.

Blur.

It becomes clear.

I can see a body full of golden hair. It comes up and down. The breasts are jiggling as it does the piston. I look down as I feel my penis tingling.

What? It's a pussy, so I am right now….

I look up and the face. It's a bitch with pointy ears and short brunette hair. She is moaning hard as she is pistoning.

"Hey, you are awake. I am really sorry, I was so horny and I found you sleeping with your big and long schlong erected." She said.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!