Kamiya Tokiyama, a sixteen-year-old boy who was on his way back home from school, got hit by a truck and found himself in the middle of people within a marketplace.
But that wasn't the special thing here, nope, it was the humans with animal ears or in Japanese anime culture Beastmen and also dwarves and elves all around and even...demon girls. "Am I in heaven?"
As if hearing him, a girl with cat ears turned to him. "What's that?."
The girl was speaking a different language, but Kamiya could understand her. For a moment, he was stunned, but he quickly pulled himself together and answered. "It's basically the land of the gods."
The cat girl's eyes narrowed, and her voice suddenly turned hostile. "The land of the gods has long fallen upon this mortal plane, and the gods themselves no longer exist, so I would advise you not to mention anything regarding them...you're not a native here looking at you so I won't get hostile with you."
After saying that, the cat girl left, leaving Kamiya alone, Kamiya stood there, completely befuddled.
Didn't he get isekai to a fantasy world or something? So why did the cat girls' words sound ominous?
"The land of gods has since fallen upon the mortal plane." In fact, Kamiya felt an ominous feeling deep within him. He shuddered and didn't continue to think about it.
It was now time to focus on his situation. He got hit by a truck and got isekaid to this strange world, so shouldn't he have cheat abilities except for the language translation?.
As he was thinking about it, someone arrived behind him and tapped his back, when he turned he saw an old sickly man with white hair and a pointed hat stop his head smiling at him. "Hohohoho, hello there child, can you hold this staff for me for just a moment?"
Kamiya blinked, looking at the old man suspiciously. The staff was long and dark, its wood spiralling like twisted roots bound together by faintly glowing runes.
"Uh… sure?" he said hesitantly, reaching out.
The moment his fingers brushed the staff, his vision exploded.
Blinding white light surged through his mind, and for an instant, he saw things — vast ruins floating in the sky, enormous golden gates shattered and half-buried in dust, and a thousand radiant beings weeping blood as they fell into the earth.
Then everything went dark again.
Kamiya gasped, staggering backwards. "W–What the hell was that!?"
No one was there to answer him, the old man was not there, he was never there and Kamiya was holding a staff in his hands, standing like a fool trying to mimic a magician.
Kamiya's legs trembled, and he looked around in fear as if waiting for another strange thing to happen.
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Adam was suicidal and on earth, he succeeded in dying, but now....he couldn't die.
When he arrived in this world, he fell into a ravine and got pierced through the chest by a stalagmite, and the impact broke it, making him fall onto the ground and turn into roadkill.
Now he should be dead, but no.
Embedded on the floor like discarded paste, Adams' body began to restitch itself with golden and dark light. The stalagmite on his body disintegrated, and his disfigured body began to reform into a normal human visage clear of all impurities.
Adam opened his eyes. They were full and dark, and his hair was a dirty blonde. He stood from the ground, naked and began dusting his body as if what happened to him didn't affect him mentally. "I was sure I died."
He said in a dull tone. He looked down at his body, uncaring if he was naked. He looked all around him and saw that the ravine was abnormally lit, but that was to his eyes. In reality, the ravine was dark.
Adam looked towards a pool of water that looked far too dark to be water and far too acidic as there were countless sounds of acid in it.
Without a thought, Adam walked to it and jumped into the acid pool.
The next moment, the violent sound of sizzling began to emanate in the surroundings only to stop abruptly.
The acidic pool that should've melted bone and flesh now shimmered faintly with gold and black light — and Adam emerged from it, completely unharmed.
He stared down at himself, watching the drops of acid slide off his skin as if repelled by an invisible force. His reflection rippled in the toxic pool — his eyes were still dark, but now faint cracks of light flickered beneath them, like fractures leaking divinity.
"…I see," he muttered, voice devoid of emotion. "I can't die."
He raised his hand to his face, inspecting his fingers. They were trembling — not from fear, but from something else. Excitement.
"Then what's the point of being alive if I can't even die?"
A dry laugh left his lips, echoing faintly through the ravine. But beneath that laughter was something building — curiosity. A dangerous, patient curiosity.
He shifted his head, and his eyes moved to look to the side where countless sounds of growling and horrid sounds began emanating."I wonder... if you guys can kill me, I'll let you live."
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Izzy is a normal teen with a normal life. She didn't have anything entitled to her. She loved eating, she loved reading, and she loved her pet lizard, Lizzy.
One day, there was a fire, and Lizzy was left in the house, Izzy
Rushed in without hesitation.
Her lungs burned, her eyes stung, and every instinct screamed at her to turn back — but Lizzy's frightened chirp from upstairs drove her on.
The flames licked at the walls like hungry serpents, devouring everything she'd ever owned. She found Lizzy's terrarium shattered, glass melted, and warped. The tiny green lizard was trembling beneath the bed.
"It's okay, Lizzy! I got you!" she coughed, reaching for her companion.
And then the ceiling gave way.
A torrent of blazing wood and heat collapsed on her, and for a split second — all she saw was orange and white. Then nothing.
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in a forest, strangely her vision was in black and white and she could see moving figures of orange and yellow, she got off the ground and flicked her tongue.
In reality, she was no longer human but a small crimson-scaled lizard with a bright orange gem on its head and two crystalline red horns.
Izzy blinked—or at least tried to. Her eyelids felt strange, thin, and leathery. Everything around her shimmered in hues of grey and white, except for flickers of heat—animals, insects, even the faint warmth of the sun bleeding through the treetops.
Her small body shifted clumsily, and she realised she had four legs instead of two.
"…Wh–what…?" she tried to speak, but all that came out was a series of chirps and hisses.
Her heart raced. Panic coursed through her reptilian form as she scurried to a nearby pond. Peering into the surface, her reflection made her freeze.
A lizard stared back—no, not a normal one. Her scales shimmered with deep crimson light, and from her head sprouted two crystalline horns that pulsed faintly. The gem embedded on her forehead glowed softly, like a living flame.
Her mind reeled. "I… I became Lizzy?"
But then another thought came to her mind. "Or Lizzy, no, I'm bot Lizzy and Izzy, so I should have a new name, right?"
The little crimson-scaled creature tilted her head as if thinking deeply, her gem faintly flickering between orange and red hues.
"...Izlith. Yeah, that sounds… kinda cool." Her thoughts echoed in her mind, no longer bound by a human tongue.
Izlith. A name born from fire and instinct — from both girl and lizard.
She tested her claws on the ground, feeling the soft soil beneath her. Her tail flicked once, twice, and then she began walking. Strangely, her senses were sharper now — the scent of earth, the vibration of crawling insects, even the whisper of wind across her scales. It was all alive.
She stayed there for a moment, still before her, she muttered. "I'm hungry."
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Sharon is a woman who didn't like being controlled, so she joined a gang abroad and entered the Yakuza. Upon entering, she released all her violent and explosive tendencies relentlessly.
In the underworld, she found a home where her rage and rebellious streak were assets.
Her fists spoke louder than words, her laughter often echoed through broken bottles and blood-stained floors.
But one day, her world quite literally exploded.
The deal had gone wrong. She was in an abandoned warehouse with her crew, exchanging crates of black-market weapons for cash, when one of her men whispered the words she hated most — "We've been betrayed."
Then everything went white.
Fire, steel, and screams swallowed her as the explosion consumed the building.
Her last sensation was the feeling of her skin peeling away in heat.
When she opened her eyes again, the smell of smoke was still there — but the air was clean.
She found herself sitting with two left arms on the left side of her cheek, resting as if bored and two right arms silently resting on the armrest.
She could see in four visions, and her eyes glowed a faint crimson. Her skin was pinkish, and she had four crimson eyes and red horns coiled upon her head. Her hair was white.
Outwardly, she looked like a strange, innocent, cute girl, but in her body were strange mechanisms of organs.
She was on a throne, and the moment she opened her eyes, the lamps all lit up with bright flames illuminating the throne room.
Suddenly, her consciousness shook as foreign memories began entering her mind. "Damn, it took over the body of a Violently...lonely girl, huh? She silently died, at least... Well, rest in peace, Darrion."
Sharron muttered the girl's name, not surprised she took over the body of a dead girl. She stood from the throne, her body stiff.
She gently got off and began stretching her body. After she was done, she pumped all four of her arms up and walked out of the throne room.
"Only the throne room is left, huh?" Her voice was gentle and angelic, but she had a relatively bored tone to it.
The castle was devastated and destroyed, what was left was the throne room the girl resided on, the surroundings were silent and when Sharron looked up she saw a huge inverted dull Golden city half buried in the earth, far away from the throne room. "That isn't ominous at all."
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Alfies had always lived in fragments.
He didn't remember his first fight, but he remembered the aftermath — blood on his knuckles and someone else's voice laughing through his mouth.
He didn't remember the first time Alise appeared, but he knew when she did, things got... handled.
Handled meant his bullies running home crying.
Handled meant people avoiding him.
Handled meant safety — and silence.
Until the night, he woke up to find himself standing on a bridge railing, wind screaming through his ears, city lights below.
"Alise…?" he whispered, trembling.
Her voice came from within his head — soft, calm, and far too serene for the situation. "Don't worry, Alfie. I'll take care of us. I always do."
And then, they jumped.
For a heartbeat, Alfies felt the rush of falling, the cold air biting at his skin — and then nothing.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't falling.
He was floating.
All around him was an endless black expanse rippling like liquid glass. Stars burned and died in slow motion above, and he could feel Alise — not in his mind this time, but standing right beside him.
She looked just like him — same pale hair, same grey eyes — but hers glowed faintly blue, and her expression was composed, almost ethereal.
"Where… are we?" Alfies murmured, his voice echoing strangely.
"The in-between," she said simply. "Between life, death."
Alfie thought for a second asked. "Wait...if I'm dead, how the hell do you still exist?"
Alise smiled faintly — that same serene, knowing smile she always had when he didn't understand something.
"You still don't get it, Alfie. I am you… And you are me. We're not separate anymore. This world doesn't care for the walls we built inside our minds."
He stared at her, his chest tightening. "Then…" what happens now?"
Before she could answer, the black expanse rippled violently. A sound — low, deep, and ancient — echoed through the void like a heartbeat made of thunder. The stars above them shattered, raining fragments of light into the abyss.
"Now?" Alise turned her gaze upward, her eyes reflecting the falling starlight. "Now, we descend."
The world is inverted.
Their bodies were pulled downward — or perhaps upward — as the black liquid sky swallowed them whole. The sensation was cold and warm all at once, like sinking into the depths of someone else's dream.
When Alfie's next opened his eyes, he was lying on a cold, cracked marble floor. Half of him was trembling, human — while the other half shimmered faintly with light-blue ethereal mist. His reflection, split across a pool of water beside him, showed two faces shifting between each other — his and hers.
He groaned, clutching his head. "What… what is this place…?"
All around him stretched the ruins of a cathedral suspended in midair. Chains as thick as buildings hung down into a fog that had no bottom and in front of him were two floating swords that looked like pieces of one and by his side, a girl made from pure purple light with no eyes or mouths on her face staring down at him. "Get up."
[All Being have Decended, New Divines Shall Rise and this time...without failure.]