Everything felt... strange. Chris woke... or can you even say "woke up" when he didn`t or couldn`t open his eyes. He didn`t even have those, neither did he have a body to begin with. Now that he "thought" about it, Chris didn`t have a mind, yet he could... imagine? The point is, he was in some sort of place where everything didn`t exist. He could only "float" around endlessly...

"..."

"No! Fuck this! I don`t want to be here!" Is what he thought, though he didn`t have a brain, weird right? Chris could only wait... nothing else... for all of eternity, If time existed here anyway.

Suddenly... he could "feel" a presence of something, someone. Chris was confused. How could something exist in a place where nothing could exist? The presence grew closer and closer and closer and closer... and clos-

In the blink of an eye, the completely normal 18-year old was standing in the middle of a bustling city. It appeared to be from the medieval times, yet it seemed so different! The biggest weirdness-factor could be the humans with animal features. Some looked like humans that just had a tail or cat ears, while some resembled dogs on two feet. Chris was (for a good reason) extremely confused. Looking around frantically, the grown-up boy from USA started panicking. People passing by gave him weird looks, some avoided him by a few meters (no, I`m not using the the imperial system) fearing that the person had gone crazy. Chris noticed this and quickly cooled himself. "This is either a very cruel and realistic prank, or i`m going insane...with realistic illusions" he thought, but deep down the boy didn`t really believe either of those. "The fact is that i`m here now!"

Chris was walking around the streets glancing at the different stalls with food, tools, necklaces and other items he did not recognize. He saw glowing rocks that piqued his interest. "This reminds me of a medieval fantasy story or something". Chris` favorite anime genre was isekai and fantasy, the opposite of his personality.

...

The fact that the 18-year old boy did not think about the potential of being isekai`d was bewildering, to say the least. It did cause him some excitement at first, but the realization of not seeing your parents, friends or other relatives ever again was shocking for sure. Unknowingly Chris had walked in front of an apple stand with a mean looking muscular older man with green hair combed back with a hairband to hold it tightly together.

"Hey boy! Those are some weird looking clothes. You`re not from around here are ya?"

The man initiated the conversation first. Chris was caught off-guard by the question but managed to blurt out something.

"Yeah, I`m from a pretty far away place."

Chris reached into his pockets to to see if he had any coins left, but to no avail.

"If you got nothing then quit wasting my time freeloader, get outta here!"

The Irish-sounding man grabbed Chris by the collar and began yelling at him until the broke-boy would leave. Chris walked and walked until finally stopping and sitting down in an alleyway. "Somehow this place feels vaguely familiar, maybe this is some manga i`ve read before..." The boy thought to himself once again, hoping it might bring him some comfort. After pouting for half a minute, he began digging through his pockets for possible objects he could use. all he found is matchsticks and a pocket knife. As he put the stuff back in his pockets, he heard footsteps appear at the end of the alley. It was three street thugs. One was smaller, one was skinny but taller, and one was bigger.

"Hey there freak! Cough up whatever you got and you won`t get hurt!"

"Just be a good little puppy and give us the stuff you were just holding."

The skinny light-blue haired dude in the middle grabbed Chris by the collar while the other two looked at him with shit-eating smirks. Chris was about to empty his pockets out, but something in his head convinced the boy to cause a little trouble.

"I don`t know what you`re talking about."

The thug in the middle raised a brow in annoyance. The other two thugs took a step closer, the bigger one cracking his knuckles. Truth be told, Chris got a little nervous at the terrifying position the he was in. But he had confidence in his abilities, he was transported into this strange new world after all. He had to have some sort of new ability, right? He focused his "power" into his knuckles and delivered an uppercut into the middle one. The thug stumbled back a bit, but did not get knocked out.

"What the-?! Now you`ve done it!"

The two other thugs charged in on Chris with murderous intent. "Good job Chris, now you`re done!" was the only thing on his mind. Chris could only shield his head from the incoming beatdown. The thugs both threw a punch at his head. "My first day and i`m already getting beat up by some thugs. Curse you, whoever brought me here!". Although this situation was kind of his fault, Chris would rather blame some stupid god that kidnapped him from his precious world into this place, than address his decision to be a troublemaker. The punches arrived, Chris shielded himself with his eyes closed and...

...

He could hear two loud thuds on the walls surrounding himself. Did someone come to help him or something. Chris opened his eyes and the first thing the boy saw was that his fists that were shielding him... were gone. Instead in their place was a clump of a black cloud. He looked to his sides and saw that there were two more of those clouds next to him with his fist coming out of both?! The skinnier thug looked at him with trembling eyes. Chris lowered his arms, the fists appeared out of the cloud in front him. "Did I just... open some sort of portal that my fists came out of?". The clouds disappeared and the two thugs laid on the ground unconscious. The last thug standing took a few steps back, clearly scared.

"W-Who the hell are you, freak?!"

The 18-year old boy looked more confused that the thug, then a wave of adrenaline rushed into him. Chris walked closer to the thug ready to continue the "fight" if you can even call it that. Suddenly, the thug grabbed two blades from his back and got in a battle-stance. Chris immediately panicked and raised his hands up. 

"Not so scary now, are you!"

The thug was preparing to Chris a good kick in the shin. Chris however grabbed his pocket knife and rushed at the blade-wielding thug. He barely managed to block it but he stumbled back clearly frustrated. The thug now decided to use his two blades to attack Chris, who, with his small knife could only deflect once before it flew away. The 18-year old boy was very much pushed into a corner. "I can`t beat a sword guy with hands... not without my power anyway." The thug was about to stab Chris in the stomach, there was nothing he could do about it. His adrenaline was gone and he was utterly exhausted. Chris was about to die to a street thug only a few hours after getting to this new world...

A loud thud could be heard, but it didn`t come from Chris. The remaining thug flew into the ground after getting attacked from behind.