Japan, Musutafu, 8 AM.
The sun had already risen, shining with an attitude like "Rise and suffer, mortals."
stretching its golden rays across a world that, frankly, didn't deserve this level of warmth.
Everything looked peaceful, too peaceful. And that's suspicious in an era where people can fire lasers out of their bellybuttons, Or even worse, grow Purple Balls on their heads!
Crime was normal. Chaos was normal.
Peace? That's the abnormal part.
People marched to work, students dragged themselves to school, superheroes patrolled with their embarrassing and childish costumes.
The cherry blossoms fluttered gently in a scene so beautiful it could be a wallpaper on some depressed office worker's PC.
Takoba Municipal Beach Park however...was the complete opposite.
What once was a scenic coastline had now become a junkyard apocalypse
Trash from the sea piled up for years, and locals, being the absolute menaces they are, started dumping their junk there too.
And in the middle of it all…
A teenager lay face-down on the sand.
Yes. That's him. Our protagonist.
You might be wondering how he got here.
Well… I'm also wondering that.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen. Black messy hair. Pale skin. White tank top. Gray shorts.
the default skin of EVERY Moroccan teen during summer.
He was lying on his stomach in a pose suspiciously similar to Luffy's Joyboy awakening pose, if Joyboy had been dreaming about girls in bikinis.
And he was dreaming about girls in bikinis.
Drool leaked from his mouth.
His hips… moved.
He was literally humping, NOoo!!! it should be said "Drilling" the sand!
The soft sand beneath him made the dream extra realistic. Too realistic!!!
Look, He's a teenage boy. Don't judge him too harshly.
…Okay, maybe judge him a little.
Suddenly, his body twitched, He scored a goal in one against three match! Hooryaa!!!
His senses started coming online one by one, he felt, Cold, Wet. Sand touching places sand shouldn't touch.
The salty ocean breeze.
His eyes fluttered open. Blurry at first, between 144px and 360px.
And then, the quality returned to 8k, but only in his right eye, the left eye had been diagnosed to have astigmatism, which is an imperfection in the curvature of the eye that causes blurred vision. It occurs when the cornea is curved more like a football than a round baseball. and that happen because of watching too much corn! so stop watching it!
source : trust me bro, i'm speaking from experience!
Sand. Everywhere.
His brain blue-screened.
Then rebooted.
His heart froze.
His breath hitched.
And then—
"MAMAAA!!!"
He is a mama boy, only his mom can make him feel safe in such a weird situation!
He jolted upright so fast you'd think someone cast a resurrection spell on him.
His eyes were wide, his legs shaking like a wet cat, sweat pouring down his back as the terror settled in.
So Who is this Whiga?
And his name is John Cena!!!...ahem wrong line.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our protagonist...
---in the voice of Present MIC Voice---
Adam Al Hantakour!
- From: Morocco
- Age: 15
- Weight: 50 kg
- Height: 1.70 m
- Hobbies: Anime, Webnovels, Manga, Manhua, Writing Fanfics, Watching Corn (currently fighting his addiction; 3 months clean), Spirituality, Conspiracy theories, Politics, Video Editing, Photography, Cinema.
- Likes: Girls, Girls, Girls
- Dislikes: Zi0n1sts Zi0nis1s Zi0n1sts and lgbtv+(a clash of interest, if they are allowed to spread, then who gonna give birth to girls?)
- Goals: Paradise, Free P@lestine, become a millionaire, marry four wives, have a big house with swimming pool, Write a story that inspire people to change toward better.
- Religion: Muslim (practicing with difficulty, fighting his overflowing sinful desires, but absolutely firm on "There is no god except Allah.")
Is he a mess?
Yes.
Is he relatable?
Probably, at least to me, since he is molded after me, your beloved author.
Is he ready to handle what's coming?
Absolutely not!
Adam stared around, mind blank.
He was absolutely certain he was asleep in his living room!!!
90% of Moroccans don't have separate bedrooms, by the way. If you sleep in the salon and wake up surrounded by guests drinking tea and gossiping, that's just Tuesday. And if your neighbor's daughter, your secret crush, sees you drooling, mouth open like a dead pig? Yeah, that shame stays with you forever...it happened to a certain friend of mine, definitely not me!
Anyway...
He was in the salon.
So how tf did he wake up here?
A prank?
Impossible. He had no friends.
Family prank? They had no money OR time.
Kidnapped?
Bro, even kidnappers wouldn't bother with him. The family was poor, the apartment was in debt.
So…
The only logical conclusion:
"I GOT KIDNAPPED BY JINN (ghosts)!! OR DEMONS!!!"
His mind latched onto the only explanation that made sense in this terrifiying situation.
Jinn!
The beings of smokeless fire his faith taught him were real, unseen entities sharing the world. living in a parallel higher dimension, they can see us, they live among us, in every house, every place, but we can't see them. the evilest among them are called shayatin aka demons.
Panic hit 100%.
"WAAA!!! ALLAH'U AKBAR!!! LA ILLAHA ILLA ALLAH!!!"
He scrambled up and ran, Well...attempted to run.
only a stupid whiga without survival instinct will stay in the crime scene.
this junk filled beach is obviously a good place for murder and hiding traces.
Running on sand is like fighting a boss while your controller lags.
Every step sank, his legs wobbled, and his stamina bar went down faster than his dignity.
Fall. Stand. Fall again. Run. Trip. Roll, Repeat the cycle again and again.
"A'udhu billahi min ash-shaytan ir-rajim!!!"
(I seek refuge in Allah from Satan, the accursed (or the outcast).)
But his mouth kept chanting, louder every time, like he was trying to scare off ghosts through sheer volume.
Then he saw them, stairs leading up to the city.
Civilization.
With renewed fear-powered motivation, Adam climbed the stairs like he was trying to escape hell itself.