Prologue

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I woke up in a room, but it wasn't the same room I had woken up in for the past few years.

The familiar scent of wood and the soft hum of the birds outside were gone.

Instead, a heavy, metallic smell filled the air, making it difficult to breathe.

Maybe I've been kidnapped by that mad scientist for the fifth time?

But as I looked around, I realized that wasn't the case.

The room I saw was a nightmare.

Blood was splattered across the walls, pooling on the floor in dark, sticky puddles.

Guts and other unidentifiable body parts were strewn about, creating a macabre scene straight out of a horror movie.

The scent was too real, too visceral, making my stomach churn and my head spin.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't the comedic anime world I know of."

That's right. I've been transmigrated into a comedy isekai world for the past three years.

As an NPC.

In that world, nobody died, even if they were sliced into bits.

Nobody felt any pain, people could lift mountains with a finger, and the demon lord was a joke—you know the drill. And I was an NPC in that world.

But not just any NPC.

I was that one overpowered NPC who could destroy entire armies with a flick of a finger but decided to do nothing but play around.

And even if I wanted to use my powers, a system window would pop up in front of me saying, "This doesn't fit the character setting."

The only time I was able to use that power was when one of the demon lord's knights came to town, and I had to play the role of that one OP NPC.

My days were filled with endless pranks, silly quests, and getting kidnapped by a mad scientist once in a while.

That was how I lived for the past three years.

However, as I looked around me now, the reality of my situation began to sink in.

The blood, guts, and human remains were all too real.

This wasn't the comedy isekai world I knew of.

In the comedy isekai world, there were no guts or remains of humans.

Sure, there was blood, but it was all pixelated, like some kind of low-budget video game.

"Where the fuck am I?" I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.

The room's dim light cast eerie shadows on the carnage around me, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the distant sound of dripping water.

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of this new, horrifying reality.

The walls, once pristine, were now smeared with crimson streaks, and the floor felt slick under my bare feet. 

Everything about this place screamed danger, yet I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if I'd seen this kind of scene before—but where?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my cozy, albeit cartoonishly exaggerated, bed in the isekai world.

Now, I was here, surrounded by death and destruction. 

I needed answers, and I needed them fast.

But first, I had to figure out where the hell I was and how I got here.

One thing was certain: this was no longer the world of lighthearted jokes and invincible characters.

This was something far more sinister.