Chapter 1: The Last Read
As I finished the last page, unbeknownst to me, a smile crept across my face.
I was tired. Too tired. Light novels, web novels—I'd tried reading so many of them. Some were complete, some were half-finished, and others remained untouched. Yet, I was bored and still craving that last dopamine hit.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere—a truck hit me.
Huh?! What the—?
"It's your time to be isekai'd, child."
"Truck-kun?" I murmured.
As I said my final words, my vision blurred. Of course, I got hit directly in the head by a truck weighing a ton.
Death.
Tic.
Tock.
Tik.
Toc.
"Wake up, little hero."
"Huh? Who am I?"
"Most people wake up in this situation and ask for my identity, assuming I'm a goddess. But here you are, pretending to have amnesia. Let me be clear—you remember everything because this is my domain."
"Okay, you got me," I admitted. "But… are you a god?"
"No, I'm not. I'm just a genre representative."
"What's that?"
"Nothing much—just the representative of a genre. You can call me Fantasy."
"Okay, Fantasy, so what is this place? Why was I summoned?"
"Your life as an anime, manhwa, and novel pursuer has greatly disappointed me. You should already know what's going to happen."
"So… which world am I reincarnating into?"
"Not reincarnation. You'll transmigrate into a world—a combination of the ones you've read."
"Wait, are you saying I can choose any world I wish to transmigrate into?"
"Not exactly. But every single one of them will leave traces—bits and pieces—in your new world."
"You are saying . Reverend Insanity, Lord of the Mysteries, Dao of the Bizarre Immortal, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, and so many more… They'll all be there?!"
The worlds I'd spent my life reading about were now becoming my own. How thrilling! I was just a clumsy teen who had wasted away his days reading novels. Now, I could at last achieve my goals, wait a second i don't have a goal.How depressing!!But what can be done about it though.But lets first get reincarnated or transmigrated."
But wait.
Fang Yuan?!
"Uh, no way—I'm not surviving that!"
"Don't worry," she reassured me. "The main characters won't be there. They've lived their lives."
"You don't trust me? Fine. Experience it for yourself. Oh, and one last thing—you know me. You've read about me."
As she stopped speaking, the space around me turned pitch-black. I felt like a silver light diving into an endless void.
Suddenly, a vortex opened before me and swallowed me whole.
Pain. Incomprehensible pain. It swept through my soul as if someone was hammering my head over and over. Each time the pain stopped, it would return, worse than before.
And then, it all stopped.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a new body—but there was a problem. I was trapped. Most likely… in a bag.
Where am I? What is this place? Why is it so cold?
I screamed, "Help! I'm stuck! Can anyone hear me?"
No response.
Shh, don't talk, a voice whispered. You should know corpses sometimes reanimate. They are evil entities that must be burned.If not why would a corse speak from a freezer inside a morgue. You have joined the morgue so you have to abide by the morgues rules.If you see them , ignore them. If they block your path, sidestep. Never look behind you—if you must, turn with a 180-degree jump.
"Understood, senior. What should we do next?" another voice asked—a boy's, younger and more nervous.
"Call the officers."said the senior
Hours passed by. My screams grew weaker and weaked , and I was close to freezing to death. But then, warmth.
Wait, why is it getting hotter?
"Ouch! It hurts! Damn it, I'm not dead!" I screamed.
Shh, don't listen! That's the spirit's last attempt to trick us. Let it burn.
"Understood," the junior muttered.
At this rate… am I really going to die?
"Stop!"
A firm voice pierced the air. "There's a living person inside!"
"What? I saw with my own eyes that the boy was dead. How can he be alive? Little Xiao, quickly extinguish the fire and bring him out!"
I felt water splash over me as the flames extinguished. Moments later, I passed out.
When I woke up, I was greeted by two eyes—or rather, two voids staring back at me