Chapter 1:
"Life is like a note: fleeting yet beautiful, full of rhythm and melody, with each moment creating a unique harmony in our journey."
"Maaaaaaan... philosophy class is so boring. I wonder when this mental torture is gonna end," said Jeyra into the thin air, trying his best not to fall asleep.
Jeyra, a guy with a strong aversion to music. He's a simple-looking character with goofy white hair, and the only thing he excels at is complaining.
A/N : Same #@&^^&@#
Without realizing the teacher was watching, Mr. Pearl had noticed Jeyra. With fury in his eyes and a smirk on his face, he called out to him.
"Mr. Jeyra in the corner, can you please stand up?"
"Oh sh%#, I'm fu#^#&," thought Jeyra to himself this time.
"Uhm, sure, Mr... Uhmm," Jeyra said, awkwardly standing up slowly.
A/N: He's dead, lol.
"I'm sure you're aware of my ability, right? I can hear things kilometers away. And for the record, it's Mr. Pearl. Understood?"
"Uu-understood, Si-sir," Jeyra said, his voice cracking.
Sighhh, "Whatever, this isn't the first time anyway. I'll let you off the hook after you explain the sentence I just said, Jeyra," said Mr. Pearl, smirking.
Jeyra took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts as his classmates stared at him.
"Uhh... Mr. Pearl, I think the sentence means... life is like a music note because, like, um, you know how notes go up and down and sometimes make you want to dance or maybe just, uh, take a nap?"
Mr. Pearl looked at Jeyra with a confused expression.
"Are you ser-"
Before Mr. Pearl could even finish his sentence, the world suddenly froze in time. Desks, papers, and even the dust in the air hung motionless. But one person remained unaffected—Jeyra.
"Wo-woah, Mr. Pearl? Everyone?" Jeyra stammered, panic rising in his voice. "I swear to god, if this is a joke, I'll tear this school down!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, calm and eerie.
[Welcome, Sir Jeyra]
Jeyra's eyes widened in fear as he glanced around the room, his heart pounding. "Who... who said that?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
[I'm Pinochio, a personal assistant of yours. Don't worry, each person in the world is experiencing the same thing. From their perspective, you are frozen in time, and from your perspective, they are frozen in time, and so on. Each person receives a unique personal assistant, andddd... yeah, I'm your assistant, Sir Jeyra.]
Jeyra blinked in confusion. "Pinochio? Personal assistant? What the hell is going on?"
[It's not supposed to make sense,] Pinochio continued, his tone casual. [But the important thing you need to know is that the entire population of your world is being transported into a new, game-like realm. Why, you may ask? Well, simply because the gods are bored of watching you all sit in chairs with pens in hand all day. So, they decided to make their lives a bit more entertaining.]
Jeyra's mind raced. "So basically, it's like one of those overused reincarnated sh*%, am I right?"
[Exactly, Sir Jeyra! But this time, it's not just you—it's the whole world itself. Funny, right?]
Jeyra couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Great, just what I needed," he muttered sarcastically.
Now, we may proceed to the next part—and possibly the most important choice of your life,] Pinochio said, his tone suddenly serious. Jeyra's sarcasm faded as he felt a weight settle in his chest. "The most important choice? What do you mean?"
[Oops, completely forgot! We need to go outside for this. Since I'm only in your mind, can you please step outside of the school?]
Jeyra sighed, glancing at the frozen classroom around him. "Great. Just what I needed," he muttered. He took a deep breath, knowing that this was going to be a challenge given his poor stamina.
Jeyra awkwardly shuffled toward the door, feeling every step as if it were a mile. His legs felt like lead, and each movement was a struggle. But he pushed on, determined to see what this bizarre situation had in store for him.
When he finally reached the school's exit, he collapsed against the wall, panting as if he'd just run a marathon. The fresh air hit him like a wave, but it did little to ease his exhaustion. He was drenched in sweat, his face flushed, and he felt as if he'd just survived a grueling trial.
"Ugh, that was... so... exhausting," Jeyra gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm pretty sure I'm about to die of... exhaustion. You know, sarcastically speaking."
[Noted, Sir Jeyra. I'll make sure to include that in your report,] Pinochio replied, the voice in his mind tinged with amusement. [Now that you're outside, let's move on with the next part of your adventure.]
Jeyra forced himself to stand, swaying slightly as he tried to regain his composure. "Great. Just when I thought I was done with the physical education."
He managed a wobbly smile, bracing himself for whatever came next. He'd survived the ordeal of stepping outside; now he just had to survive whatever Pinochio had planned for him.