Have you ever heard people say, "We don't live alone"?
Not in the romantic way, but literally. As in—there's something else out there. Other life beyond our world, beyond our senses. Something we can't touch or see. It must sound very bizarre, right?
And yet, the idea isn't so crazy. There are creatures—real or imagined—that we don't know about, that have evolved separately, forming their own civilizations. Strange beings with cultures we can't begin to comprehend.
Civilizations that branched off far from anything we know—astral, surreal, and alien to our eyes. If we ever saw them, we wouldn't fight or run. We'd just freeze. Stunned. Speechless. Awestruck.
Still, as humans, we do what we always do when we face the unknown: we make stories.
Stories about us—humans—somehow crossing over into these other worlds.
Transmigrants.
People who are suddenly transported or summoned.
Reincarnators.
People who die and come back in a brand-new world, sometimes in a new body, sometimes the same one.
And in almost every one of those stories, there's a familiar pattern:
A sad, depressed, deadbeat loser gets a second chance. A reset button on life. Thrown into an unknown world and, just like that, they're handed some form of power—magic, skills, blessings, cheat systems.
Sounds incredible, doesn't it?
Of course it does. Because those stories aren't reality.
They're just distractions. Escapism for people desperate to forget the weight of their own messed-up lives.
"Why do I sound so negative?"
Well, maybe it's because I'm not delusional. Maybe I'm just realistic.
So let's flip the script.
Imagine this: you get transported to another world, suddenly and violently. No warning. No divine announcement. No handy tutorial screen. You wake up in some alien land where everything is unfamiliar. You don't speak the language. You don't wear their clothes. You don't know their customs.
Would they help you? Welcome you? Treat you like some chosen one?
Hell no.
You'd be considered a freak. An intruder. Something unnatural.
Best case? They avoid you. Worst case? They kill you on sight.
"But I'll try to speak like a civilized person!"
Yeah, good luck with that. They won't understand a word you're saying. You're not the main character in a manga with a built-in translation cheat. You're just some idiot in rags, talking nonsense and looking suspicious.
If you're just a regular person with no power, no system, no plot armor—then that's it. You're done.
You're dead.
That's the reality.
And I know it, because I've lived it.
I've been thrown across worlds so many times, I've lost count.
Since before I was even ten years old, this cycle of pain has followed me.
I've died, revived, reset,age-regress, transfer, relocated... again and again. With no explanation. No reason each Times...No mercy.
At some point, I stopped asking why.
I stopped hoping for answers.
And I learned to survive..... now for me ..this already like the usual of My Bizzare Days...