Dream is something that seems so distant, abstract, and most of the time, the definition of what a person considers difficult or even impossible in most cases.

Well, the reason why someone like me is having such a deep and philosophical thought is because in the essay I was asked to do, I couldn't help but curse the teacher silently.

This subject is touching my sore spot after all; some people dream of becoming rich, some dream of marrying a beautiful wife, some dream of having children, and, I dream of dying, well, not in the complete sense.

To be exact, I dream of dying and reincarnating in one of my preferred anime; I don't care how dangerous the world is, whether it's Dragon Ball, where the Earth is destroyed at every turn, in Marvel, where you could be wiped out by a certain Alien trying to save the universe or anything.

I don't know why, maybe because I was an orphan, I always have one taught in my head: "Don't fear death; it's just a matter of time, but it will eventually come, so why not enjoy the present?"

Therefore, I have always done my best to enjoy my humble life by doing what I like: watching anime, playing games, reading anime, listening to music, and watching football; in fact, I like all kinds of entertainment things because they can bring me joy.

I came across a platform when reading a novel one day. I saw one can become an author, and I tried out of curiosity; slowly, I was attracted to this art where you can tell a story happening in another world to others instead of listening.

I gradually gained some popularity, and now, despite being only in University without even entering what they call the adult world, I'm already independent and self-reliant, renting an apartment and enjoying my life even more.

But the truth is that I have always felt empty in my heart; I started becoming moody, someday finding life is beautiful and someday thinking, why waste time being f*cked by life, and isn't it better to simply die?

That was when I started envying the different protagonists in the work I read who traveled to another world, gaining power, fighting to protect something they think worthy of their protection, and finding people they can bond because in these worlds, innocent people truly exist, unlike in my world, at least I can never recalling encountering one even if they may exist.

Nonetheless, as a self-proclaimed genius, I reluctantly did my work thanks to my creativity without a problem, talking about dreams, and telling all kinds of lies; these professor, most of the time, don't care about how much effort you put in; they only care if the work is to their taste, something I mastered.

Anyway, on my way back to my apartment, I was already thinking about whether I should indulge myself in reading some fanfic or should I focus on writing.

There are too many things I want to do, but I guess 24 hours a day is too little for me: watching football games, reading, playing, studying, writing, cooking, sleeping, listening to music for mediating; there are too many things I want to do.

"Hey, do you think Captain Yamamoto's Bankai can be classed as an Anti-World if it was a Noble Phantasm in the Nasuverse?"

Although a little far away, I could hear two boys who were discussing anime; as a fan, this obviously picked my interest.

I slowed down a little in order not to catch up with them, just listening to the two who were about four to five years younger than me.

In truth, I have always been the kind to never bother with people who don't have anything to me; even if they were to die, I don't really care; what does their life and death have to do with me?

It's just that their enthusiasm has somewhat infected me a little; I could feel their passion when discussing, making me recall my younger self a few years ago.

I sighed a little and murmured to myself: "Guess I'm nostalgic because I'm becoming older?"

But I didn't think of another possibility; they said that when death is near, you would recall all your life, seeing everything in your life flash, and being nostalgic.

Like in the many anime and work I know, I saw a truck that seemed to have lost control, with the driver constantly issuing warnings through the horn blaring in desperation.

The truck was coming towards us, but strangely, I wasn't panicked because I found that I could evade it successfully as long as I was not frozen by fear, I just needed to jump back, and all was done.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for the two students; it seemed as if the truck was charging at them precisely, plus they were so scared that it seemed their brains stopped braining.

I can already imagine their fate with the truck slamming at them, even jokingly saying to myself that they were lucky to go to another world before me.

Then one of the young boys screamed in fear: "Mom, I don't want to die yet!"

Without even realizing it myself and as if controlled by something, I directly jumped at them using the WWE technique that I have watched many times.

Fortunately, I successfully pushed them before the truck arrived but then, I guess Newton's Third Law of Motion did it work.

They exerted a similar force I exerted when pushing them, stopping my momentum and making me not able to be out of the truck's way.

I didn't even have time to see what exactly happened or why I, who always wanted to die but also didn't want to earlier and meaningless sacrificed myself to save others.

Everything blacked out, there wasn't any kind of light around me, I couldn't hear any song and I didn't feel any kind of pain due to the accident.

At the same time, although never did it, but I felt that I was floating, being attracted by something, I didn't how much time had passed until I saw light, a bit like the light at the end of the tunnel, even though I wasn't walking, but I seem to be approaching it with every second passing.

As I reached the blinding lights, it seemed as if I had come out of something; I felt the sensation of having a body again, even if this body seemed weird.

It was because I couldn't speak no matter how I tried, and even if I was too curious about what happened to me, I felt too tired, to the point of not thinking about anything but sleep.

Before that, I heard a woman saying in English: "Strange, why is the baby not crying?"

Someone replied: "Anyway, he seems very healthy without any problem, further examination will be done later, you should take a rest now."

It was the last sentence I heard before losing conscience not being able to overcome the instinct to sleep.