I am Deeno?
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Chapter 1: Deeno?
On an ordinary evening, a man with a blond hair and teal-blue eyes sat slouched in front of his computer grinding on his favorite game, his ever so serious expression, intently focusing on the screen, and speed he tap on his keyboard can put even the fastest keyboard warriors to shame.
"Just a little more, you damn last boss..." he muttered, eyes focusing more on game, his fingers dance across the keys. The enemy's HP bar was only sliver away from defeat.
And then—
Suddenly a window popped up, blocking his screen entirely.
"What the FU—!"
These damn ads.
Rage.
It was pure rage.
Who the hell invented the ads? No! why the hell are there even ads in here, and in the middle of the game.
These questions popped on the man's head while staring on the screen with bloodshot eyes, shoulder's trembling as he tries to hold back his anger. Then as if mocking him the pc let out a sound.
DING—
[YOU DIED!]
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For hours then the man just keeps staring at his screen while furiously clicking his mouse at great speed trying to close the ads, but to no avail it just keeps coming back. He shut it down or restart, the results are it's still no use.
"Okay then, if that's how you want it, I'll play along" said the man while gritting his teeth as he finally clicked the ads.
[Congratulations! You becoming the first to be picked on our survey for reincarnating in another world]
"What? reincarnate? another world? This damn— I spent days on that dungeon to clear even spending money for items just to clear it. And this, how dare!..., I'll curse the bastards that made this, may a random chi blast out there hit them." he said it with an expression switching in contorted face filled with rage and an empty look as if giving up.
"Fuuhhhh..... Yeah, I'll just sleep after this, no use crying over a spilled milk as they say... Hmmm... so what's this?"
A window appeared as the man clicked the ad, it displays a roulette gacha type with a number 3 at the center. At the top, there's a text written [Character]. He then clicked the roll, the gacha wheel spun at great speed, with the text on each pie also changing, before stopping.
[Character]: Deeno(Tensura) An Angel of Origin that existed since the dawn of creation.
"Huh, who's this? Tensura.... Ah! the slime— though is there a character named Deeno there? Well, it's still only on season 1, maybe he appears at the novel...."
Next then second roll is a power system
[Power system]: Trinity Seven Magics.
"The seven sins one huh.... though they really put some effort making this, I might even praise for it if not for this being a troll."
The third is the world that I will reincarnate, well let's just finish this nonsense
Hmm? Wha—
While the roulette's spinning the third roll, the room suddenly start glitching and the other pc around his room even start powering on and off, strange static lines crawled across the monitors, the sound buzzing on his ears.
[World selection error: Destination Unknown] [Error, Error, Error]
"What the hell—" Before he could finish, his vision blurred, body becomes transparent, and his surrounding transforms into something akin to a kaleidoscope, his entire body keeps spinning and as if being pulled by something, it got dragged fast disappearing.
The supernatural phenomenon then ceased, In the silence of his room, his chair sat empty, and the monitor just keeps flickering.
[System Fixed]
[World]: Tar—
The screen cut to black. His room fell into quiet stillness.
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"Doctor, the preparation for the experiment is complete, shall we begin it now?"
The assistant's voice, his voice trembling slightly yet still trying to stay calm, echoed faintly in the sterile white room. The faint sounds that the machine let out filled the room silence.
The man addressed stood opposite him, wearing the same white lab coat. His gaze, however, was not on the instruments or the data streaming across the monitors, but on the fragile figure lying in the hospital bed.
A woman. His wife. Her face was serene, her chest rising and falling in quiet slumber. But the swell of her abdomen held what mattered most tonight.
Two children yet to be born.
"…Yes," the man finally replied, his voice firm though his hands trembled behind his back. "Begin."
The assistant adjusted the control panel, lines of glowing text scrolling like cryptic script. Tubes and wires extended like veins, connecting machines to the chamber surrounding the bed. The air grew thick with tension, a subtle vibration coursing through the floor.
The assistant swallowed and moved toward the console. His fingers hesitated over the switches. "Doctor… once we start, there's no turning back. You're sure about this?"
"I am." The man's reply was immediate, but his hands, clenched tightly behind his back, betrayed his unease. His voice softened as he added, "If they can withstand it… they'll become vessels. Perfect vessels. With this, the technology will advance through leap and bounds. And as the vessel that contain the ——— they will be the center of it while also having power to protect themselves"
The assistant exhaled shakily, then pressed the first switch. A vibration stirred in the room, faint but unnatural, as if something beneath the fabric of reality had begun to awaken.
"…Initial flow stabilized," the assistant murmured, checking the streams of numbers flashing across the monitor. "Their vitals are holding steady."
The man closed his eyes briefly. Good. Just hold on, both of you.
Seconds passed like hours. Then, the assistant's eyes widened. "Doctor! Subject A is… responding. His body is—no, he's resonating with it. He's accepting the machines."
The man's heart leapt. "___…" he whispered a name. His son. The vessel. The one who would inherit everything.
But his relief was short-lived. The assistant froze, his expression shifting to dread. "…Subject B. The reaction is unstable."
The man's head snapped up. On the monitor, the second light—the other heartbeat—was spiking erratically, burning hotter and brighter than it should.
The bed shook. The woman groaned faintly in her sleep, her brow creasing as though she could feel the storm raging inside her womb.
"No… not now," the man muttered, rushing closer. He gripped her hand, his thumb brushing against her pale fingers. "Just a little longer… please."
The assistant's voice cracked with panic. "Doctor, the machines aren't synchronizing! His body is rejecting the vessel protocol—it's forcing the power outward!"
"That's impossible! He hasn't even been born yet!"
Yet the evidence was undeniable. The monitors screamed. The chamber pulsed with a violent light, distorting the air.
The man's breath grew ragged. If this continues… both she and the children…
"Divert it!" he barked. "Anchor it to the secondary vessel—do it now!"
The assistant scrambled across the console, but the systems resisted, sparks crackling as if the very laws of nature rejected their interference.
And then it came.
A bright light with multiple colors igniting the whole room, the fetus somehow or another appears above floating, and it grows to look more like one year old rather than appear as a newborn.
The man shielded his eyes, teeth gritted. "No—don't take him from me! Not yet!"
But the light consumed everything.
When it faded, silence followed.
The monitors settled. One steady heartbeat pulsed softly on the screen.
The other was gone.
"…Doctor," the assistant whispered, his voice hollow. "Subject B… vanished."
The man staggered back, eyes wide in disbelief. His throat tightened until it hurt. "No… no, that can't… He was here. I felt him. He was—"
He gripped his wife's hand tightly, trembling. Her breathing was shallow but steady. One child remained. One had survived, his body stable, perfectly carrying the nanomachines that had been entrusted to him.
But the other… his son…
The emptiness cut deeper than any blade.
"…Where did you go?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "My son…"
The assistant lowered his gaze, unable to answer. For it wasn't death that had claimed the child. The sensation left behind was… different. Not gone. Not extinguished. Simply—elsewhere.