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Chapter 2 - Left To chance

Damien now stood fully upright within an endless white abyss. Below him was a reflective surface so clear it gave the illusion that he stood foot to foot against a perfect body double. He had no understanding or memory of when or how he made his way to his feet, or even where he was. The shift in scenes so sudden, it may as well be called a 'blink' rather then 'shift'. The eerie silence was quickly becoming overbearing when combined with the white space that left no way for Damien to grasp any sense of distance or direction. Even turning his head in an attempt to grasp more of his surroundings was accompanied with a sense of anxiety and vertigo. His sense of time quickly slipping from him. He wasn't sure how long he had been in this space, but he was quickly becoming restless.

A thought had long crept into his mind a he re-traced everything that occurred prior. One he sincerely hoped was wrong but was becoming more and more likely the longer he spent within the hellish white void. Any attempts to travel within the space resulted in a violent strike of nausea and vertigo. In an attempt to ground himself, Damien focused on his reflection at his feet. Anything he could focus on that wasn't the white emptiness of the world around him. As he studied himself closely, he took note of a patch of red hidden just under his bangs. Precisely in the spot where that kid had pressed something against his head.

'A gun...?' Damien thought silently as he recalled his final moments along with the strange words left by the small child. 'Something about a "Truck-kun"--' he recalled. The realization finally cementing itself into his mind. "Well--It was a short run, but that settles it. Guess I really am dead..."

With that thought out of the way, Damien took another glance at the void around him. silently wondering if this was the world between or if this was meant to be his new afterlife. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in the void, but it had already been a concerning amount of time without having met or spoken to anyone. Which could very well meant that this would be his new reality for the foreseeable eternity. The mere thought of it bringing him a great deal of dread and anxiety. Thankfully, just as the panic was beginning to settle in, a large booming voice of an older man responded to his latest conclusion.

"NO! YOU'RE NOT DEAD…! BUT THAT'S THE PROBLEM, ISN'T IT?"

Damien--fighting back the scream that nearly ripped its way out of his throat-- quickly turned his body to find the source of the booming voice. Any attempts to locate them proving futile as the all too familiar disorientation began to set in now that he was looking at the void again. After several more minutes of searching with no results, he'd begun to wonder it he'd somehow imagined the voice and had already began to lose his mind. Just when he was about to write it off as an illusion, the voice returned. Thankfully much quieter that before.

"I'm well aware that you haven't an inkling about how much paperwork is involved in a [2319] Emergency Extraction entails, and quite frankly, I've not the time or will to enlighten you. So let's save time and get your questions out of the way, shall we. No, You are not dead. Your soul was scheduled for extraction and we were already far behind schedule. You were due to meet your end due to a fall from your bed early the morning prior and your senses proved to be sharper than we had anticipated. We made several more attempts thru-out your day, but you somehow managed to avoid every one of them. We changed pace after you entered delinquent status since the new day had begun and scheduled for a mugging turned stabbing in an alley, but you avoided that scenario as well. Seeing no other choice, we sent the legendary "stupid child/ Truck-kun One/Two combo". Its success rate was legendary. We really thought we had you...but you managed to avoid that too! Imagine our surprise! Un-freaking-believable! So, after that, one of my staff members made a judgment call and issued a [2319] to clean up this mess once and for all. The only method left, since any attempts on your life set off your danger sense. Now! On to the conclusion. Since you are now officially a Transmigrator, and not to mention your delinquent status, you are no longer eligible for reincarnation."

Trying his best to follow along with the info dump he'd just been given, a dangerous thought crossed his mind. 'Not eligible for reincarnation--does that mean I don't even get my isekai story...?'.

"Before you get too into your thoughts, no. it doesn't mean you are no longer going to another world. It means that because your death did not happen, the memory wipe that is set to occur was bypassed. It also means that instead of reincarnating, your only option now is to transmigrate. In a few moments, you will 'roll' for settings in your new transmigration. I'll leave you with your final answer. Yes, I'm sure you're not dead. That's not blood on your forehead. It's a stamp. Best of luck, you little cockroach."

'Rude...' was all Damien could think in regards to the voices comments and it's annoying ability to seemingly read his mind as he noted that the voice had gone quiet once more. He'd now suddenly been left to quietly ponder the flood of information that'd just been dropped on him. His mind settling on the comment he'd made about what he thought was a wound on his forehead. Out of curiosity, he glanced back down at the reflection at his feet. Noting the red under his bangs. Quietly leaning down to get a better view, he casually ran his fingers into his hair. Moving it out of the way to get a better look at the red behind. A bold text plastered on his forehead staring back at him.

[BAKA]

'Double rude! Why that lousy little twerp!' was all Damien could think as he did his best to wipe the words away with little success. "This better not be permanent!" he yelled into the void in an almost pleading tone. As he continued to struggle to get the stamp off his forehead, a strange disturbance began to form in front of Damien. Almost like a mirage distorting everything ahead. As the distortion began to take shape, he began to realize what they looked like. The thought seeming a bit silly to him but never the less being proven correct as the massive object finished materializing.

'Slots….? Like in casinos?' Damien concluded as the slots began to form what looked like words within the blank spaces. He made an attempt to start reading them, but before the words could finish forming, the massive reels on the slots began to spin rapidly. A sudden wind force pushing against his body and startling him as all the possible results rapidly shot down into the mirror world below him and new ones appeared from what he could only name the stratosphere above him. He wanted to think about how much force it would actually take to move a such massive reels, but before his mind wondered too far into it that thought, the first result revealed itself abruptly.

[Duel spirit world]

"W-- is that where I'm going? What is that even supposed to be?" Damien thought out loud as he looked at the other possible landing points for the reel, a cold sweat pouring down his back as he read some of the options.

"Magic Ninja World, Xenomorph word, Giant Nudist Cannibal World, Dark Tower world…"

A shiver overcame him as he dreadfully realized what some of the results on the reel could be. Noting the likely results were the worlds for Naruto, Alien, Attack on titan and-- "--Dear god I hope I'm wrong on the last one." he silently prayed as he recalled all the horrors the workings of Steven King had to offer. Though based on the results, he figured he was likely right and just considered himself lucky he wasn't going to some of the options shown.

"A world with duel spirits...I wanted to say Fate series, but it doesn't sound quite right...Duel is an odd word choice… Duel spirit….Duel….monsters…!!! That's it! The world of duel monsters!"

A huge wave of relief washed over Damien as he realized the likely destination of his next life. He had played Yu-Gi-Oh semi-competitively a couple years back and was fairly confident in his skill. He wouldn't beat top eight. Not a chance, But he could definitely out perform 99% of the animated cannon of Yu-gi-oh. At least any of them that didn't have any bullshit shadow game powers. Atem being notorious for his millennium puzzles' ability to reality warp into the cards he needs. Nevertheless, for the first time since this whole mess started, he was genuinely exited for what was to come. Just then, a second reel made an abrupt stop. Pulling Damien's attention back on the slot machine to read the next result.

[Planeswalker]

'Plane...huh?--' Damien thought as he turned his attention to the other results on the reel. Hoping to scrape together a hint to what this result could mean. Making note of things such as 'Timestop, T-virus, Insect host, Instant Regeneration, Curse of Undead...--'

As he noted the results, a hypothesis began to form in his mind. "If the first reel is suppose to be a location--This one seems to be more geared towards curses and blessings...? but the real question should be 'which one did I get'..." Damien thought as he continued to read some of the other results on the reel to test his theory. He didn't get to read too much into it, however. Since just then, the final reel came to an abrupt stop. Showing what should be the final parameter for his new life.

[Higher tier host]

For the third and final time, Damien scanned the other options to gather some intel on this parameter. Noting options such as: Excalibur, Necronomicon, Iron-man suit, two turtle doves, and so on…

"Location, Curses and blessings, followed by...support items…? Could a body be considered a 'support item'…?"

Damien thought as the three reels began to glow brighter and brighter. Engulfing his field of vision before it turned to black, his consciousness quickly slipping from him...