"Wait a second. I already know what's going on here," he said, crossing his arms and nodding to himself.
As the wind moved his hair, he added,
"I think I played so much Battlecraft that I'm dreaming about it right now. It's only a matter of time before my manager bursts into my room and wakes me up with her legendary German suplex."
Yes, that had to be it.
He remained seated on the grass of that hill with his arms crossed. He waited for several minutes, but nothing interesting happened.
He kept an idiot grin on his face while sweat rolled down his forehead.
Eventually, he realized the worst.
"What the hell is going on?! Where am I?!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.
He was about to explode, but he calmed himself with a sigh and carefully observed the landscape.
The stone walls in the distance—gray, cracked, and worn, undeniable proof of time's passage—were intimidating.
The sky was strangely clear, and the grass beneath his feet was suspiciously long. Everything was…
"It's real… My feet can feel the grass. My face can feel the wind…"
He was scared and worried. He never left his house, yet now he was standing barefoot on grass.
Though… being scared of going outside…
"I barely closed my eyes and ended up here… This can't be a prank from my manager. Even she knows there are limits. In any case, there's only one explanation for this predicament."
He clenched his fist. His expression hardened with seriousness.
"I've transmigrated to another world."
That face, worn down by dark circles and a sedentary lifestyle, twisted into a grimace.
"No, that can't be right. If I really transmigrated to another world, where's the beautiful big-breasted goddess welcoming me? Where are the overpowered abilities or the legendary weapon? And what about this body's past memories?"
He sat down on the grass again.
"And most importantly, what's my purpose in this world? I mean, assuming I'm in another world right off the bat is weird, but…"
He closed his eyes, recalling something distant.
"Nah. I'll just assume I'm on an isekai adventure now."
He covered one eye with his palm, striking an exaggerated anime pose.
"And when it comes to isekai, there's one thing you can't miss… Status Window!"
Purple sparks flickered around him. The blessed window appeared for a brief instant, making Kirishima smile excitedly—but it vanished just as quickly.
"What? That's not—"
Suddenly, a deep pain shot through his left forearm. He dropped to his knees, groaning in agony.
After a few seconds, the suffering simply disappeared.
"Damn it. Not even acute appendicitis hurt this much. What is this?"
He looked at his forearm. Mysterious tattoos displayed information that constantly shifted from one section to another.
[
❖ Name: Mitsuki Kirishima
❖ Level: 1
❖ HP / MP / Stamina:
10 / 0 / 5
❖ Strength / Agility / Intelligence:
2 / 1 / 20
❖ Titles:
King of the Void
❖ Skills:
Pro Gamer
Insomnia
Sarcasm
]
"This is…"
Many times in his life, Mitsuki Kirishima had seen similar systems in video games.
Developers often used these systems to make it easier for players to track and organize their progress.
Normally, the abilities granted at the start of a game were useful for progression, but this…
"It's trash!"
His hands trembled. There was no longer any doubt—he was in another world, and those tattoos on his forearm were his system.
"Insomnia? Sarcasm? Those are skills?!"
He looked closely at the tattoo to make sure this wasn't some kind of sick joke.
"My stats… I'm weak as hell!"
Well, a sedentary shut-in couldn't complain about being weak when his body looked like a thin, brittle twig.
He whined and kicked like an elementary school kid. If his fans around the world saw him like this, he would definitely go viral on the internet.
After two seconds—when he ran out of energy to complain—he remembered the MP section on the tattoo.
"If… these are mana points… does that mean I can use magic?"
His previous frustration vanished when he saw that section.
He stood up and pointed his hand at the sky.
"If this is real, then I can do it. Fireball!"
Light flared, and a blazing flame appeared in front of his hand.
His eyes shone with excitement as he stared at it.
The wind swirled around him. Before he could react, the fireball shot into the sky. The recoil knocked him onto his back.
"No way…"
Boom!
The flames exploded gently in the sky before finally fading away.
"Oh my God. I can use—!"
He stopped there. A sharp pain struck him; his vision blurred, and the little food he had barely digested came back up.
'Why?!'
He collapsed onto the ground, completely exhausted and wrecked from the inside.
The tattoo on his forearm moved as if it had a life of its own. Four notifications appeared.
[ You have learned "Quick Cast" ]
[ You have learned the spell "Fireball Lv. 1" ]
[ MP: 0 → 1 ]
Small dark sparks burst from the tattoos as the final notification appeared, and a spectral whisper spoke into his ear in words he couldn't understand.
Then…
[ The Void watches you in silence and acclaims your soul. ]
Before he could fully process the notifications, Mitsuki lost consciousness. His frail body lay sprawled on the ground.