Name: Ryuta Nukumizu
"I transmigrated"
"I don't know what happened before I transmigrated"
"Past is past, leave it all behind. I am now strong, not hero not villian I am...
"World's Strongest Transmigrator"
The world was a blur of noise and silence, light and shadow—chaotic, cold, and unbearably distant. It felt like everything Ryuta once understood had crumbled into dust, leaving only fragments that scraped against the edges of his mind.
The air hung heavy, as if time itself had stopped breathing.
"The world is full of confusion, hatred, and a tendency to miss what is truly important to one's purpose."
Those words echoed faintly somewhere, not spoken aloud but burned into the fabric of his thoughts—like a bitter truth he had tried to ignore for far too long.
(Just like this guy... Ryuta.)
His body trembled, not from fear, but from the aching emptiness settling deep in his chest. His lips moved before he even realized it.
"Where… where am I?" he said, voice hoarse, nearly swallowed by the void around him. Confusion tightened around his chest like a vice.
He looked around, but everything felt warped and foreign. It wasn't just the place—it was him. Something inside had shifted.
"Where am I?" he asked again, more to himself than to anyone else, his voice cracking with a helplessness he couldn't disguise.
His thoughts surged like a storm he couldn't contain. What is this place? Why can't I remember how I got here?
His heart pounded, and he staggered back, gripping the sides of his head.
How did I get here… and how the hell do I get out?
The questions spun in his mind like sharp blades, offering no answers—only a growing sense of dread that something was deeply, irreversibly wrong.