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Fate, Dream, Death and Repeat

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Everyone has to think about it once, right? Becoming a hero, saving the world and all of that. Well, me too, but like everyone else, I thought it was impossible too. I was neither mentally nor physically close to being a hero, and I have no talents at all. No, like seriously, I'd die miserably in some corner before you know it. But, oh well, fate be damned, who would know lies beyond their path?
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Chapter 1 - Monologue

I liked daydreaming.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned myself as a hero trying to save the world, or a saint giving unconditional kindness to everyone. It was pleasant to daydream like that.

Because I knew for sure I couldn't become someone like that. I did not have the courage or the will to do such things. In a way, I entertained the thought of the ideal vision of "me."

Would someone like that even have been me? I wondered.

Flipping through the pages inattentively, while the teacher was saying something, I looked outside the window. The scenery was still the same, just as every other time I looked at it.

"... I hope something interesting will happen today, anything at all, really."

Redirecting my gaze back to the blackboard, without a care in the world, I continued to daydream about nonsensical things, impossible ideas merely to pass the time.

'Let's say I got transported into another world like some typical anime protagonist. What will I do? Will I save the world? Will I simply enforce my sense of justice on everyone indiscriminately? Will I just struggle to survive so desperately that I'd forget about everything else?'

Such useless questions like this were what kept me from being bored. From the monochrome days of life. They said high school life was the epitome of youth, the time when all the special things in my life would happen! From the fated encounters to the memorable events that would take place. And yet, it felt like I was scammed.

Don't get the wrong idea, though. The blame was on me to take; being so idle wouldn't get you anywhere. Still, lamenting about it wouldn't have changed anything, would it?

Maybe that was why I was so absorbed with my own world. No, it had always been like this. Since when had I become such a hopeless person? Truly a mystery.

Time flew when one did nothing. By then, the final period had ended. Packing my stuff, it was time to get going. Going through the familiar street and thinking about what-ifs, I really thought this boresome life would be unchanging.

...One indeed could not know what fate would befall them.