Abel, a 23 years old man. All what he's doing is just gaming, rating, and shifting. Sleeping? Only when the power goes out. In the middle of the night, the only light in his room is just the light from his monitor. And the sound of keyboard typing can be heard, and audio from the game he is playing.
sound of keyboard being clicked
GAME OVER
"What the hell?? How the fuck did we lost???" in rage, he shouted. He smashed his keyboard with his hands, even the key caps nearly flying off from the force of his power.
"How could we lose a freaking 30 points??? What are you guys playing with your feet??" his eyebrows twitched, then he put his hand on the bridge of his nose, sequencing it tightly as he sighed. His mouth is ready to let out another curse.
"YOU SON OF A-" before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang.
Abel glanced at his phone.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
"Who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour?" Then he picks up the call, only to hear nothing, but a raspy breath, and one word.
Run.
"What?" Abel frowned, confused, he asked. "Hello, who is this?"
No response. Just the same breathing, and the same word being repeated over and over.
He asked once more, but still, there's no response other than breathing and the same word.
Annoyed, then he hung up the call.
"What a dumb prank, just wasting my time" he shrugs off, then jumps into a new match.
Just a few seconds in, he smells something off, something uncanny.
Smoke.
"Huh–" No time to think, his reflex kicks in.
He leapt from his chair, knocking it off in the process. Then he ran to the door, opening it, but it was too late.
The flame has already reached onto his apartment.
Hot.
Red
Hungry.
Malignant.
"Shit" he muttered in panic, he started darting left and right, searching for another way to get out. But it was too late, every way out was blocked by the hot fire.
He turned—
Sparks hit his face, it didn't cause any burns, but due to panic, Abel clutched his face, and walked in a daze.
After some time he's clutching his face, and walking dazily— the ground beneath him collapses, as he removes his hands from his face.
Abel fell.
His hands reached out, grasping for anything—
But there was nothing he could hold on to. Everything was falling, crumbling, shattering, collapsing.
"Ah, am I… really going to die? he whispered in despair, closing his eyes.
"No one gonna miss me though" a flash of memory crossed his eyes.
No one.
He had no one.
He opened his eyes, not to find the ceiling of a hospital, or the gate to heaven. Instead what he saw was a brilliant vibrant blue sky.
He feels the ground, something soft.
Then he sat up, he was sitting on a vast field of green and soft grass.
"What is this?"
A gentle breeze hit his face, he had some kind of deja vu.
"Where… am I?" He muttered, confused, he looked left and right, all he saw was a field of green grass, surrounded by snow-capped mountains.
He stood up and brushed the dirt from his pants.
He put his hands on his hips.
"Uhh well I guess I had to go that way?"
He muttered, and he began walking.
Minutes passed.
Eventually he stumbles upon something strange. A jelly-like creature, amorphous, translucent, and bouncy.
Curious, Abel approaches it and pokes it. The texture is bouncy and kind of soft, with no bones or muscles, but inside something shimmered: a crystal.
"... What? Is this… slime?"
Yes, a slime. Just like in games and anime.
Then he realized it, he had been transferred into another world.
"Wahahaha, Isekai baby! I've always wanted this"
He shouted excitedly. He had been a fantasy nerd his while life.
But as his excitement peaked.
The slime suddenly jumped.
Straight to his face.
It tried to attack him, but a slime is still a low-ranked monster. Even for Abel, who apparently rarely worked out in his entire life, it barely gave any damage.
Abel saw the opportunity.
He punches it, but the slime's body absorbs the force.
Instead, it stuck to his hand.
He panicked, falling his hand right to left, up and down, like a madman, until— the slime flew off, and hit the ground and it splattered, dead.
"Woah.. I did it?" He blinked his eyes in disbelief.
"My first hunt" he said proudly, while the slime's body started to dissolve, leaving nothing but the crystal from its body.
Abel bent down to pick it up.
Examining it in his hand, scratching his chin. Then shrugged.
"Meh, I'll figure it out later"
He slipped it into his pocket, patted it a few times, then continued walking. As he kept walking, all he found was more slime. He kept hunting them, collecting their crystals, not every crystal he picked up.
Eventually he got tired.
He bent down, catching his breath.
Then he looked up at the sky.
"Huff.. ugh so damn tiring"
He threw himself onto the grass, facing the sky, as he took a deep breath.
"... So this is another world?" He muttered, fascinated, confused, and– scared.
He stood still, as he closed his eyes.
Then–
A loud booming roar, it's deep, monstrous, and majestic. He looked up–
A black dragon.
Flying right above him. Eyes glowing, it's looking at Abel—but it didn't stop, it was flying past him… as if it was being chased.
"...That's a freakin' dragon" he muttered, amazed by the scene he had seen.
And then—shouts, not from one person, but from a group. Abel turned, to see a squad of warriors, running after the dragon.
But—instead of continuing to chase the dragon, they stopped in front of Abel.
A man with a white beard stepped out of the squad.
"Why are you here?" the man barked.
Strangely enough, the man is speaking the same language Abel uses on earth.
"I.. I got lost.. sir" Abel answered, in a nervous tone.
"Lost?? Do you expect me to believe that, young man?" The man says, and steps closer to Abel, he's towering Abel with his height. Abel could feel the man's breath in his face.
Abel froze.
"Kneel before me, peasant." the man ordered.
Abel instinctively kneels down in front of him, as the man takes steps back.
"You will be taken in for questioning.. Men! Take him!" he ordered, and then his men started to grab Abel by his arms, and drag him to their camp.
As they went through the vast field of green grass, Abel couldn't help but to overthink what they would do to him. Time passed quickly, and they arrived at the warriors' camp.
They brought Abel to their carriage, and shoved him inside, then they closed the door to the carriage.
They start to talk outside, before Abel hears the sound of horses' footsteps. Then the man with white beard got in the same carriage as him.
"W-where are you taking me?" he asked, his voice a bit scared.
"You will be taken to the Grand Palace of the Kingdom of Illerdia. You look quite suspicious, young man." The man answered his question in a solid and firm tone.
"Great, now I'm in big, big trouble." Abel said in his mind.
Abel's Story Begins Here.