- Don’t……. do……. it……..

Watching in front of him, the boy didn’t know what to do. His hands were trembling, so were his lips : there wasn’t an exit.

He was going to die.

- ……. N…… No…….

He was doing everything to survive, but his opponent was far too strong. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead to the ground. With no chance of victory left, he lowered his arms, closing his eyes, accepting his bitter defeat.

- …………………………………………

Dropping what he had in his hands. His console flew out of his hand and almost crashed to the ground, but he managed to catch it just barely.

With his P5P in his hands, he sighed at his own stupidity. A "GAME OVER" was displayed on the screen, meaning that the game was over, and he had simply lost.

- This guy is way too strong, tch…!

He clicked his tongue and let out what little rage he had in his body. He was still losing to this guy, though he didn't know who he was...... Probably some lifeless gamer who stays cooped up in his room doing nothing but playing. Putting the P5P in the bag, the boy sighed and put his head on his seat. He turned his head a little to look at the landscape next to him scrolling by at full speed.

- What a long trip…

They had been on the train for two hours now. The whole class was going to Croatia to visit the country. They were all looking forward to it, as they all loved this country! The boy felt a hand touch him and turned to the dark-haired girl.

- Say, Sahar, you are hype as well, right?!

The girl said these words while looking him in the eyes. In her blue eyes were excitement and joy ; he understood her. Sahar smiled at her.

- Like everyone, I do, yeah!

She smiled.

- It has been a while since we all went on a journey together!

- The class never traveled together, though.

The boy sat down in front of them said these cold words with a cold tone. The girl pouted when she heard him.

- You are really a pessimist, Ronald!” grated Monica. Can’t you enjoy one thing, for once?

- I would have loved this if I didn’t travel with Harold and the others, damn…! And, what the hell, how am I a pessimist? We really never traveled all together...

- Your way of talking is… cold,” answered Sahar.

- ……. I know.

Not knowing what to say, Ronald said nothing more, closing his eyes. Sahar was tired too: after only four hours of sleep last night... He should have slept more… He turned to the beautiful girl and yawned, putting his hand to his mouth.

- I… Sorry, sorry. I am going to take a lil’ nap, can you wake me up when we arrive…?

Monica showed him her thumb.

- Yep!

Smiling, Sahar closed his eyes while turning to the window. He didn’t mind the light while he slept. Little by little, he entered the world of dreams.

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- SAHAR. S A H A R. SA HAR .

He opened an eye: he thought hearing his name. Was it Monica who was trying to wake him up? Had they arrived? Opening his mouth to yawn, Sahar opened his other eye with difficulty, still tired. He really should have slept last night....... He thought he was stupid at the time and said to himself that he really should go to bed earlier....... but he also knew that he would sleep late again and again. That was how he was, unfortunately..... Stretching his arms toward the sky, he didn't hide the inside of his mouth as he yawned. Sahar rubbed his eyes, releasing the small tears that had formed there.

- Are we th……??

The boy stopped in mid-sentence. He closed his eyelids... while his eyes stared at the landscape, unable to say anything. Turning his head left, then right, he noticed something rather unusual. Lowering his gaze a little, he stared at his hand. Forming a fist, he hit his face more violently, but not too hard so as not to break his jaw either. With his eyes closed, he slowly opened them again, and......

- ……………………

It wasn’t a dream…… !

Around him wasn’t the view of the train he was on, but…….

The view of the inside of a building?!!

Surrounded by red walls, the floor seemed to be made of a white stone that he didn't recognize. After all, Sahar didn't know anything about stone and all that, but this was TOTALLY unfamiliar to him! Looking up to the sky, he could only see a vulgar ceiling that was rising relatively high... Not knowing what to say or do, Sahar's first thoughts were:

- We are already there??

It looked a lot like the inside of a train station, in every way.... but the lack of people and the fact that the ceiling was so high made Sahar hesitant. He looked around again when ....

- …. Hey, look out!!

The confused boy fell to the ground, pushed by someone who was probably big. In his big voice, the other one pretended that he was the victim. Sahar stood up, holding his head. He looked at the man in front of him and .....

- …. Uh… ?

He had to be at least 2m30...... or more! Faced with the imposing man, Sahar could not find any words adapted to the situation. A dark look on the little boy in front of him, the giant let a sigh come out of his mouth, annoyed. Sahar watched him walk away, thinking he looked like a bull.... it was scary.

- ……… Wait.

Sahar was still recovering from his quick waking up and thought about something.

How was someone that big…?!!!

- ……. ?

Hearing noises coming from her back, Sahar slowly turned around, beginning to realize that something was wrong...... way too much wrong. His irises retracted into his eyes, his lids pulling away from his pupils as far as possible.

A ton of people were walking towards Sahar, all different. There were women and men, all different sizes.

What disturbed Sahar was not that there was this huge crowd, but the PEOPLE in it.

Some of them didn't look human.

Some had animal ears.

Some were way too big to be human.

Some did not have a biologically possible skin color.

In short....

Something was wrong.

- Wh—???

His brain was not functioning properly inside his skull. What the hell was that?!!!!

Seeing that the people were getting dangerously close to him, Sahar, not understanding anything, walked to the opposite side of them, where the huge man had gone. He looked ahead and saw that at the end was an intersection, the path continuing to the right. He had no idea what was there, but he didn't have time to wonder. Still as disturbed as ever, no matter how far he went, he didn't fully realize it, his brain having only one question in mind:

- Where the fuck am I??

A hand on his chin, he looked down a little, trying to find a logical reason for his presence here. He would have said it was all a dream, since he had enough imagination to do all this, but it seemed impossible. Between the time he hit himself and the behemoth, he should have woken up by now. Besides, he mostly dreamed about fantasies or video games. This was different....... Also, the "atmosphere" was strange; not a dream atmosphere. Sure, you couldn't control your dreams, and often you didn't even know you were dreaming, but still.

All this was more than strange, strange, strange and strange...!

- It doesn’t seem like I am in the real world right now, but the real STRANGE thing here is… these people...

Maybe he was just on a drug or something like that. Sahar had never been drugged, so he didn't really know what it felt like. Finally reaching the wall, he turned to the right and looked up. The hallway continued for some length in front of him, but at the end of it was some kind of customs office, or something like that: Sahar couldn't see well from here. Continuing his walk, still in his thoughts, Sahar tried to find a rational reason for his presence here. He turned his head a little, to look at the "woman" with purple skin and very strange ears. He had never seen ears like that before, and yet he had read a TON of Light Novels, fantasy and Science Fiction. Looking ahead again, a tiny smile came to his lips.

- …….. Don’t tell me……..

Thinking about something, he didn't know if he should believe it or not. Before he thought or said anything, he was going to see what the rest of this place looked like. He was in a long, enclosed hallway; but it had to have an exterior, right? Sahar had to get out of his thoughts, because he had finally arrived in front of the kind of "customs"; he had no other word for these booths. Inside them sat women....... with cat ears. With a big smile on each of their faces, they seemed to light up the whole corridor by themselves. Sahar's eyes began to sparkle.

- O~oh, what do we have there ? A welcome hello to you, sir.

This was the first time someone called Sahar « sir » in a non-ironic way. For him, that was strange. He started to shiver, watching the woman in front of him. The man of 2m35 who pushed him looked at the boy and smiled.

- Well, we are scared of a woman, lil’ boy?!” he laughed.

Sahar, a drop of sweat on his forehead, looked at him, the eyes a little wrinkled, a forced smile on his face.

- Eheh, we just can say that something… is on my mind, right now…” said Sahar.

The man passed through customs without saying anything, leaving Sahar alone. Well, "alone", since there were a hundred people behind him and beside him. He was anything BUT alone. As the woman waited for something from him, Sahar could not utter a single word.

- Don’t…. tell…….. me………… that…………..

The woman with cat ears put a finger on her lips, wondering.

- Sir, are you from the region Proaklom or from a below region?

Not understanding the woman's question, he did not know what to do. Should he say "No" or "Yes"? If his theory was right, there was no exact answer. He had to make up his mind, because he couldn't stand there for years. His head bobbed from side to side, nodding. The woman smiled again, clapping a fist in her other hand.

- This is why you are so slow, then!” she said. I see, do you have a Passage card?

- …. N…… No…….

His hands would not stop shaking, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions. The only thing understandable in his eyes was the happiness that had settled there. The woman sighed and then looked at him. She fidgeted a bit, but Sahar, with too many things going on in his head, didn't see it. She pressed something and—

- You are lucky, you don’t need that card for this. Have a good journey on your new life in Zorepli!!

And it was with a friendly tone, a warm smile and a cute gesture of her cat ears, that the woman disappeared from Sahar's sight.

He saw only white.

Not knowing what to say or think, he looked in all directions, trying to figure out what was going on. The huge man had gone through customs, so why was Sahar being teleported?!

- DON’T TELL ME THAT…….!!!

The white began to disappear to reveal a multitude of colors, the world began to reveal itself to Sahar. Sahar's breathing was ragged and his eyes were shaking in their sockets. Excited to the bone, Sahar felt the weight of his body on his legs. He looked down and saw that there was now a floor. Raising his head, he was first dazzled by the natural light of the world before he could see the beautiful azure sky. Sahar turned his head to the left and saw a ton of people, chatting with each other or walking alone. Baskets in their hands, they were acting totally normal. Same thing on Sahar's right.

- ……….

The boy took a deep breath of air, closing his eyes in the middle of the crowd. Unable to calm himself, a big smile formed on his face. He opened his eyelids and let the world see his eyes filled with excitement. Raising his arms to the sky, he looked up at the blue star above him, confirming his thought. Opening his mouth wide, his hands turned into fists.

- ISEKAII!!!!!

Unable to contain his excitement, he shouted "Isekai" in the middle of the square, which attracted the attention of the people around him. He didn't care if people looked at him. Sahar was still staring at the blue sky, a victorious look on his face.

- Isekai….! Teleported in another world….!!!” he shouted, without caring about his surroundings. Oh, y-e-a-h!!!!

Still not paying attention to the looks of others, he began to wiggle, humming a victory tune he had heard in a cartoon. So happy he could have cried, Sahar could do nothing but be the happiest man in the world.

- …. Perfect…..!!!!!

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Still unable to contain his joy, he waved both arms in front of his chest. Deep down, he didn't understand how it was possible, but he didn't care: he was too happy. He who had always been in love with fantasy, anime and who had a lot of "Waifus"...!

It was perfect. TOO perfect, even! He had once dreamed of being Isekai, but it was a "dumb" dream, basically. Looking around, still not paying attention to the judgmental looks he was getting, he had a thought. Sahar turned to the woman, his heart on fire.

- Do you speak my language??!!

This was certainly a dumb question: the man he saw spoke his language, after all.

Though, Sahar wasn’t thinking about anything, too excited about what was happening. The woman watched her friend, not knowing how to react to this boy.

- ……….

She didn’t answer him. Sahar didn’t know how to take it, so he insisted.

- Hey??!!!

The woman backed up a little bit. Seeing that other people were walking slowly towards Sahar, he started to feel… bad.

- …………

They still didn't say anything. Sahar unfortunately did not have the answer to his question. Seeing that he had been too excited, he walked out of the closing circle with a look of shame on his face. They began to talk to each other, but he could not hear their discussions.

- I’m gonna to see somewhere else,” he thought.

Raising his head, he looked around with his ever-glowing eyes. At first glance, it looked like a rather medieval world, with a touch of "originality". Stands of food and other things were made of rather white wood, a little closer to orange. Vendors were chatting with their customers, trying to sell their products.

- This world seems… not really exciting, ugh...

Sighing at the end of his reflection, he lowered his head in disappointment. He would have liked a more futuristic world; but you can't have everything you want. Besides, just being teleported to another world was enough for the boy. He looked up, trying to see other features of this world.

- First thing first, “this world” is now becoming “my world”! thought Sahar.

He would probably never see Earth again; or not for a while. He had read quite a few Isekai, although he had grown tired of them after a while. In most of them, the hero stays in the world he was teleported to.... or not. There were many works where the teleported hero returned to Earth. For the moment, at least, Sahar had NO desire to "go home". He would like to have said "Goodbye" to his friends and family, but that didn't matter. The excited boy turned his head a little to the left and saw the word "Bar".

- Oh, do they also speak earth languages here?!

If the word "Bar" had the same meaning as the one he knew, then they spoke the same language as he did, in this world. Sahar found it strange that other worlds had the same language as Earth. Anyway, these were only works of fiction.

There, it was reality. Sahar didn't know anything about this new world, and the language they spoke was probably just as unfamiliar to him; although he hoped not, because if he did, it would be complicated for him.......

- ………..

Arriving in front of the door of the bar, he noticed that the materials used were more or less similar to those found on Earth. Wood, stone, cobblestones for the streets... Sahar opened the door that was blocking his view and entered the "Bar". The sound of multiple discussions could now be heard, including a fight. A glass flew at Sahar, but he barely avoided it by ducking. He blinked and stood up, scratching his head as he looked at the people. They looked more human than the ones he had seen in the "corridor". They were all more or less six feet tall, here, and had definite human attributes. Women, men. Taking small steps into this bar, Sahar observed that the place was more or less similar to today's bars, but with a more Far West feel. The smell of drinks reigned in the room, sharing it a little with another one that Sahar simply did not know. He went to the bar and sat down on a chair...... made of stone?

- This is original… but why…” he thought while sitting down.

Obviously, this wasn’t really… comfy. While waiting for someone to take his order, he listened to two girls' conversations to his right.

- …. and then, he tried to steal my Kreyns!!

- Whaaa—?? Seriously? Is he that dumb??

Sahar smiled when he saw that they spoke the same language as him. It was better this way; because otherwise, he would have to learn their language, and knowing himself, he knew he would never get there...... Not for another five or six years, anyway.

- Anyway, today is the day of his defeat, riiight?” asked the one with blonde hairs.

- Mmmmh?? Of…. OOOOH! Of him? Well, sure thing, we are the 18 Neytralora, so, yeah!” said the other.

- So, tonight, party tonight?!!!

- Uuuuh? Are ya dumb? Parties are for the new Year!!

- …….. You suck……...

Sahar tried to understand what they were talking about, but not knowing anything about where he was, it was hard to understand. “His” defeat??

- Do you want anything?

A man in a suit arrived in front of the lost boy. Sahar looked at him and nodded.

- Do you have any… I don’t know, Fanta?

- …. Sorry? What is Fanta?

Sahar turned darker. Of course the drinks were not going to be the same: Fanta was a brand of Earth. He looked up a little and saw some writing on a beautiful embroidered map. It was a bit complicated to read, but he could understand one of them.

- … Excuse-me, I wanted to say… a « Salamenda ».

- I see. Sure thing, wait for no long.

Sahar had no idea what it was, but it looked like it was free: there were no numbers next to the drinks, nor were there any other things on the menu next to it. He assumed it was free. He added the question "Is there any change here?" to his list of questions, which was already too long.......... The first one on that list was:

"Where am I?”

Sure, he was glad he had been teleported to another world, but now the real question was where he was. For example, if he was in a world where death is very common, he would like to decline the offer and return to Earth. However, if he was in a world where he was going to be the hero with a large harem…

The man in the suit arrived with a red drink and placed it in front of the boy, who was drooling with pleasure as he thought about his future with a "harem"...... He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the "Salamenda" in front of him. The drink looked like lava, but runnier and more "delicious". With a straw floating inside, the container looked like a normal glass, as found on Earth. Grabbing it with one hand, Sahar looked behind him as he took his first sip. His tongue had barely touched the liquid when his entire body heated up so much that he thought he was literally burning in lava. Putting the glass down quickly, he opened his mouth to shout— but nothing came out. Feeling the pain in his lungs, Sahar noticed he couldn't even breathe.

- …..!!! ….!!! …. A—…!!!

Gasping for air as best he could, no one seemed to notice the boy suffocating near the bar. His head was hurting and he had no idea what to do. On the other side he saw a glass half-filled with a blue drink, similar to water, but less transparent. Rushing to the glass, Sahar bumped into a man who insulted him with a word he didn't know. Grabbing the glass with so much force that he almost broke it, he put the liquid near his mouth and started to drink it. Sweating way too much, Sahar began to see blurred, still unable to speak. Drinking as fast as he could, he reached the last drop of the refreshing ----- drink. Feeling his body calm down, taking a proper temperature again, Sahar breathed in all the air he could to avoid dying on the spot. Settling down in the chair, he noticed that the waiter was looking at him with a small smile, probably laughing at him.

- Ahahah, so funny, bro,” Sahar thought with a dark glaze.

He didn’t do anything in this world that he already almost died...

By drinking his first drink.

His FIRST drink.

- What a way to start my new journey...

Sighing heavily, he decided to stay there and wait, not daring to take another drink, at the risk of dying this time.

- …………

Looking up at the clear blue sky above him, Sahar didn't know what to do. He had come out of the bar after recovering from his "near death by a drink", no longer sweating. He would still have to change later... He turned to the people walking around in front of him and looked at their clothes. They were of all kinds, some more classic and others more "fantasy". Some dressed as poor people, and some as peasants or even rich people: there was everything.

- We are really in a fantasy world, damn...

Sahar began to walk in the sunlight, blending in with the crowd. His clothes looked a little shifty, but it wasn't that noticeable. The only thing that made them different was that they were all soaked.... with sweat......... The boy sighed and promised himself that he would find a way to shower and wash his clothes, or at least find more...... There was far too much talk around him to listen to any of it, so Sahar moved faster, trying to find a place where he could learn more about this world. He headed to the right, away from most people. Unfortunately, this street led to a dead end, unless he wanted to go into the houses..... which he didn't intend to do.

- I should ask a random person… But...

He didn't have the courage. Even if he had dared to shout like a madman in the middle of dozens of people, he wasn't going to do it again. Sure, he had a facility for talking to people, he had never been too shy, but he didn't have the courage to ask a stranger where he was, for many different reasons...... but he had to do it. Otherwise, he would never move forward, or too late.

And he preferred to start his "adventure" now. However, without knowing anything about this world, it was impossible for him to start this "adventure". Gathering his courage, he turned and looked at the crowd in front of him. A woman with purple hair walked towards him, even though she wasn't coming for him. Breathing in and out, closing his eyes, Sahar decided to ask HER for the information of this world. He had to ask as much as he could, but not too much more than that. Standing in front of the woman, Sahar scratched his hair with a silly look on his face. The woman stopped and did not react.

- So-Sorry~, I just would like to know… some information… hehe…….” Sahar said.

The woman blinked and didn’t say anything. Sahar didn’t know what to say anymore.

- ….. What?” she asked, bored.

- I would like to—

Sahar stopped in mid-sentence, which made the woman's eyes crinkle. The boy had just said something to himself: wasn't it strange to ask what world he was in ???? He couldn't say he was from another world, him! He had to ask for something else, quickly, quickly!

- ….. I would like to know…… if you knew if I was in Moscow!!

Sahar asked this question with a big smile, but inside, he wanted to die.

- Am I a fucking idiot?!!!!

The wait for an answer was unbearable and the more the seconds were passing, the more Sahar wanted to flee. She finally reacted with a “Uuugh…”

- Mo…… scow? What is that? Ya’re at Zorepli, my guy, not in whatever ya’re talking about?!!!

Angry, she pushed Sahar and continued her route. Sahar… didn’t learn anything. If he remembered correctly, he already heard that name… Wasn’t that catgirl who said it?

- So, I am at Zorepli… It’s probably the name of the city… or maybe even the country? Do those terms exist, at least?!

So many questions, so few answers.

Sighing all the air in his lungs, Sahar put a hand on his right temple, his eyes closed. What should he do? Should he continue to ask until he was answered, or was it better for him to understand the system of this world first?

- Why not both… ?” he thought.

It was the best course of action. Before trying to have an harem or starting to fight, he needed to learn more about the world he was in. He really wanted to know if magic existed there. Maybe, maybe not.

So many questions… so few answers.

Starting to walk with the crowd again, he did not pay attention to his surroundings and preferred to think.

Why was he here in this new world in the first place? Normally, you had to die and THEN you were teleported. If his memories were correct, he had just fallen asleep, and then, when he woke up, he had been teleported. Maybe..... he had died in his sleep? Had the train derailed or something? It was likely, but.... he hoped it wasn't that.

Because in that case, his friends on Earth were dead, too. And that, he would not accept.

Taking a hit on the elbow, he almost fell in the middle of the crowd, but he managed to catch himself at the last second. Apologizing to the man in front of him, he scratched his hair, embarrassment written all over his face. The man just nodded and continued on his way, picking up his hat from the floor. Sahar promised himself to be more careful, not wanting to crowd everyone........ The warmth of the star in the sky warmed his hair, its rays bouncing off them. Sahar continued to think, one hand on his chin, catching his lips. He stared ahead, the crowd growing more and more dispersed. With many questions on his mind, he had to decide HOW he was going to handle the rest of his adventure. It was possible that this teleportation to a new world was just the beginning of a cliché.

He was walking quietly when a woman came in front of him. Blue hair, a neutral look and a ponytail tied with a pink ribbon. Such was the woman in front of him. Staring into the boy's eyes, Sahar stopped, questioning her with his eyes. He was about to ask her what she wanted when—

- What an ugly glance.

Sahar had no time to reply, to speak, or to understand, before a loud noise sounded. His nose hurt, his eyes twitched in their sockets, looking up at the blue sky. Flying off the ground, Sahar felt his face scream in pain, his breath taken away. Falling to the ground, the woman remained in her position, her fist in front of her.

She had hit him with monstrous force.

Observing the boy in front of her, she knew very well who this boy was.

At least, what he was.

Unlike Sahar, who knew nothing of this world. The woman put her fist in her coat pocket and continued on her way as if nothing had happened. The passers-by paid no more attention to the spectacle and left the boy unconscious in the middle of the street, simply avoiding him. No one came to help him.