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Chapter 1 - The Spark of a Shitty Life

Chapter 1: The Day My Life Got Wrecked (and My Bro Talked)

My name's Lucas. I'm eighteen, 180cm, and if you're looking for a hero, you've come to the wrong story. I'm just a middle-class guy from Earth – more specifically, a barely-getting-by guy from a city called Nimpo, tucked away in Bangladesh. My life mostly consisted of escaping into the vibrant, impossible worlds of manhwa, manga, and manhua. I devoured stories of adventurers, mages, and martial artists, each one a sharp contrast to my own mundane, suffocating existence. Sometimes, I'd stare out my window, the city lights blurring into a hopeful smear against the Dhaka skyline, and wish with every fiber of my being: Whoosh. Just one portal. One chance to step into a world where magic was real, where something actually mattered. A pipe dream, I knew, but a guy could fantasize, right?

Fantasy was all I had left. My family, they used to be here. A warm, chaotic mess of people who once called me their own. But then, one by one, they chose to leave. It wasn't a dramatic event, just a slow, quiet unraveling until there was nothing left but me and the echoes in an empty apartment. A backstory for another day, maybe. For now, it's just another scar, another reason why every day felt like a grind.

The summer after high school graduation was supposed to be a reprieve, a gateway to something new. For me, it was just another Monday, already sweating through my worn t-shirt, another forced march into the job market. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that mirrored the knot of anxiety in my stomach. "Gosh, why does my head hurt so much?" I mumbled, dragging myself from bed. No time to wallow. First, get dressed. Then, find a job.

My savings were practically a joke – a few crumpled Nimpo bills and some loose coins, barely enough to last the week. Ten Nimpo. About ten US dollars. Pathetic. "Ah, God, why me?" The question escaped my lips, a familiar, bitter mantra. College? A new life? I scoffed, staring at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My eyes were shadowed, and a faint stubble clung to my jaw, but even through the gloom, I had to admit, "Wow, my life is shit, but at least I'm still handsome, uhahahaha." The sound of my own forced laugh echoed hollowly in the small room.

I smoothed down my rumpled shirt and headed out, the sticky, humid heat of Nimpo already clinging to the air like a second skin. The asphalt shimmered under the merciless morning sun as I trudged along the cracked pavement, my gaze fixed on the ground. Maybe if I stared hard enough, a job application would magically materialize at my feet.

That's when I saw it. Tucked amongst a scattering of cigarette butts and discarded wrappers near a sputtering fire hydrant, something shone. Not just reflected light, but an internal, ethereal glow. It was small, no bigger than my thumb, smooth and perfectly oval, pulsing with an otherworldly luminescence that seemed to hum in the air.

"Yo, what's that thing?" I muttered, my cynical fog momentarily lifted. Curiosity, a rare emotion these days, tugged at me. I knelt, pushing aside a crumpled flyer. The stone felt cool to the touch, almost vibrating with a faint energy. "Hmm! It's so shiny... woahhhhhh!" My inner magpie, long dormant, chirped in delight. "Lemme keep it. It might be a diamond, heh heh." Pure fantasy, of course, but it felt good to imagine for a second. I slipped the glowing pebble into my pocket, the strange light momentarily illuminating the dark fabric.

Pocketing my new, mysterious treasure, I returned to the grim reality of my immediate task. "Now, where should I work? Convenience store? Supermarket? Or a computer shop?" The options felt equally bleak, each promising a soul-crushing routine for minimum wage. After a moment's internal debate, I sighed, the air thick and heavy. "Okay, let's go for the computer shop. Maybe they need someone who can… press buttons?"

My hopes, already paper-thin, evaporated the moment I stepped inside the dimly lit shop. A cheerful 'Help Wanted' sign hung crookedly, but a lanky kid, probably still in school, was already behind the counter, fiddling with a dusty keyboard. "Sorry, mate, just hired someone," the owner said, not even looking up from his monitor.

I kicked the ground outside, the dull thud echoing my frustration. "Why is my luck so bad?!" I yelled at the indifferent sky. "Seriously, either send me to another world or just give me a new life!" The words were half-sarcasm, half-desperate prayer. My anger boiled, churning with the gnawing hunger in my gut. I checked my pocket again, tracing the outline of the strange stone, then rummaged for my remaining money.

"W-what the hell?" My fingers brushed against a measly 10 Nimpo. That was it. My entire fortune. "Oh, man, what should I do?" I had to eat, but I also had to save for tomorrow. The impossible math of poverty danced mockingly in my head.

Defeated, I trudged to the nearest convenience store. Two Nimpo for instant noodles, one for a cheap drink. Three Nimpo gone. That left seven. Not enough for anything significant, but just enough to keep me from starving tonight.

Back in my apartment, the air still and stale, I finally sat down, ripped open the noodle packet, and poured in the boiling water. "Ahhh, after a long day, finally gonna eat something," I mumbled, my voice rough with exhaustion. I slurped the noodles down, fast and furious, like a starved animal. Yam yam yam yammmnnn! I'm fast afak, boiiiiii! The hot broth warmed me from the inside out, a fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Then, the sudden, undeniable urge to pee hit me. Hard. I practically sprang up, heart pounding. No time to waste. My building didn't have a communal washroom, and my own toilet had been clogged for a week. I bolted for the door, desperate to find a secluded spot. My bladder screamed in protest as I sprinted down the street, finally spotting a large, leafy tree on the edge of a quiet alley. Perfect.

Unzipping my fly, I began to relieve myself, a wave of blissful relief washing over me. "Ah, that's better," I sighed, just as a soft gasp echoed from behind me.

My head snapped up. A girl. She was passing by, head down, until she looked up just in time to see… well, him. My 'little bro,' as I affectionately called him, was undeniably out. Her eyes widened in horror, then narrowed into a furious glare.

"Pervert!" she shrieked, her voice sharp enough to cut glass, and she turned on her heel, sprinting away as fast as her legs could carry her.

Before I could even stammer out a defense, before my brain could process what had just happened, a voice, deep and surprisingly smooth, resonated from… down there.

"Wassup, babe girl?"

My urine stream abruptly cut off. My body froze. I stared, wide-eyed, at my own… weapon. It actually just talked. To her. About being a "babe girl."

Then, the voice spoke again, this time directly to me, laced with a familiar, cynical tone. "You don't have any self-respect, so you don't need to worry about it."

A cold dread seeped into my bones. My own… thing had just disrespected me. My poor Lucas. Disrespected by his own weapon.

"Do I need to face something like this?" I mumbled, horror rising in my throat. "Just let me die now. I'm gonna die. I don't need to live anymore." I turned, numb, and stumbled towards the nearby bridge, a blurry, suicidal urge taking hold.

"Hey, you stupid shit!" The voice from my crotch, now surprisingly loud and indignant, sliced through my despair. "You can't die! You haven't even found a hole for me to get in… it's been eighteen years, I'm without any experience of hole!"

The sheer absurdity of it stopped me dead. My brain, already reeling, stuttered to a halt. The despair faded, replaced by pure, unadulterated terror and confusion. How in the hell could my 'little bro,' my almighty weapon of male, actually talk?!

Panic flared. "Who are you?! Get out from my weapon!" I shrieked, my voice cracking. In a fit of sheer, unthinking terror, I started punching myself, hard, right where the voice was coming from. Punching my… well, you know.

The world swam. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was the furious bobbing of my mighty little friend.