Ever wonder how it's possible to die one second and then be left floating in a void the next? Eternal darkness. Nothingness. No sound. No light. Just... being.
Yeah. I wondered too. But now I know how it feels. Thanks to freakin' Truck-kun.
That stupid omnipresent truck.
I don't remember much about my life anymore, not the important stuff at least—like my name, my family, or even where I lived. But I do remember the useless shit: anime, manga, movies, video games... all the fun escapism junk. Including what I learn from the American school system in California, which much to me putting a lot of self-work into studying on my own. It was also because I was a nerd in high school, taking all the AP and honors classes I could. Then I went to college, studying to get my bachelor's in engineering and a minor in history.
Then 2020 came with the great plague of COVID, where I finished school in online classes and developed severe personal problems. Which is ironic, considering where I ended up.
Before that, I was just an average, gay twink guy. Twenty-eight years old. Jobless thanks to chronic pain, illness, and social anxiety. Fun, right? I had no partner, was a total virgin, and yeah... kind of a loser by society's standards. Which was fine for me because I like being alone and having all the time for myself to do what I like without being judged by others.
Anyway, I will say this: that I wasn't a bad person. I helped people when I could. My worst crimes? Stealing chalk as a kid and bitching about rude people when I got home, like anyone else.
Next thing, I knew, while I was thinking in my astral head, it appeared in front of me suddenly —bam. It scared me a bit, but I got over it quickly, and was replaced with excitement. Three spinning wheels appeared in front of me like some cosmic game show. A note just told me to spin.
No ROB or god, just a note. Fine by me, I guess.
Nothing to lose, right?
I spun the first wheel, which had a label on top for intelligence and experience. The wheel went on to land on an anime character, Senku Ishigami, from Dr. Stone.
"Sweet," I thought. "I'm getting his genius brain? Hell yeah." He knows how to survive from scratch, which is a plus. I could already feel the IQ points multiplying in my average IQ self.
Then I spun the second wheel, which had a sign on top labeling it for combat skills. It goes on to land on Black Widow.
Combat skills, flexibility, deadly assassin stuff... and probably Natasha's god-tier body confidence, and attractiveness. I was gonna be hot. Sexy. Dangerous. And with a huge bubble butt, probably? Yes, please. Gotta stay attractive in case there are hot buff guys wherever I'm going.
Then came the third wheel, which was labeled as miscellaneous. The pointer landed in Minecraft modded survival.
No joke. It landed on "Minecraft" with some mods. Seems good to me, I think. The mods listed included:
Eureka! Ships for sea travel, Pipes & Create Mod for automation and machines, Realistic Electrical Age for actual electricity, Iron Spells 'n Spellbooks, Rune craft, Pam's Harvestcraft 2 for food of all types, Mr. Crayfish's Furniture Mod, Hospital & Surgery mods for doctors and medicine creation.
Bonus of 5 years free of the created mode to get myself settled and build stuff without worry.
Suddenly, three of the wheels vanished. Then a floating screen popped up, asking me to choose my race.
Options included Northerner, Andal, Valyrian, Beast-Kin, High Elf, and more. I picked White Wolf Beast-Kin—because come on, wolf ears and a fluffy tail? Instant hotness upgrade. Bonus stats too: enhanced senses, strength, speed, agility, and a 500-year lifespan if I didn't die first.
Then came the drop info: I was being sent to the world of Planetos—aka Game of Thrones.
Fuck.
All I knew was that it had dragons and that Robb Stark (played by Richard Madden) was fine as hell. That's it. I didn't get the period as well, which would be useless to me.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up in the body of a five-year-old named Damon Wolfstein. This kid was considered "weird" by his island tribe, so they did the not-so-reasonable thing... and threw him off a cliff into the ocean to die.
Sick people. Luckily for me, they all died from a plague afterward. Karma, I guess?
When I woke up, I got both my old memories and Damon's. I could speak Common Tongue, my wolf ears and tail sprouted like it was anime logic, and when I saw my reflection in the water? Damn—I was beautiful. No joke. That kid was angel-tier pretty. With his fluffy short white hair, white fluffy wolf ears, and tail. Bright blue eyes, a button nose, and other cute features for a kid as a five-year-old.
But here's the catch: I was alone. Stranded on a deserted island in the Sunset Sea—a region so unexplored that even in Game of Thrones, it's a blank map. Full of sea monsters like krakens and sea serpents that would destroy wooden ships and eat all their human sailors. By the way. Yay. Noticed the blinding sarcasm.
At least I survived by floating on a log. Now I'm stuck here. No civilization nearby for hundreds of kilometers.
But it's not all bad.
Thanks to the Minecraft mod system, I've got the tools and knowledge to survive, automate, and build a freaking self-sustaining empire on this island. I just have to eat, explore, and get to work.
Because in this world of thrones, fire, and ice… whatever these words mean. I'm gonna be the anomaly, which most individuals won't like at all.
A genius.
A warrior.
A beast- Kin.
And one day… the world will know the name Damon Wolfstein, the king from the sunset sea.