Chp 1
Interdimensional Travel Fucking Sucks
Death is a weird experience. I can still feel my body, but nothing is all around me. It's weird, as previously stated. What killed me? Hell if I know. I just woke up here. Normally I’d assume it was some kinda mugging, maybe the vaunted Truck-kun gave me a weebs dream, but I straight up don't know.
Maybe I’m not dead? I’d assume that just being able to feel my body would mean I’m still living, but the lack of literally anything around me kinda contradicts that idea.
As I’m standing(floating?) in the unknowable abyss, something seems to manifest itself before me. A sort of light that spreads through the abyss, floating about like a jellyfish’s tendrils. As this happens, a voice appears, coming from seemingly every direction.
I'm real sorry bout this.
“What? The fuck? Whomst in the fuck are you!?”
I dont have one of those “names” you 3d beings do. Well, I have an identifying energy signature, but you can't really comprehend that shit so yeah.
“So you're a sorta god thing?”
NOPE. Don't say shit like that. Gods are assholes, and 3d’s like yourself have a tendency to gang up and kill gods, so calling myself one is a sure way to get my soul fucking eviscerated.
“Huh. Of all the things to hear, that's not what I thought it would be.”
Lemme guess, you expected the isekai spheal?
“I mean? A little bit, yeah. I’m in some wack ass void place with some light thing talking in my head bout gods an such, so the whole ‘hero in another world’ thing wasn’t super unlikely.”
Fair, but isekai stuff is pretty illegal. There are still plenty of old systems designed back with gods still ruled the omniverse and just fucked around with the lives of 3d beings for fun. Systems like those are destroyed when found, but the real big ones are too much of a hassle and don't really harm a lot of people so they are left alone.
“So then what's this whole situation about? Looks like an isekai scenario to me.”
This case is a little different. Ya see, your version of Earth is what's called a 1-1. That's to say that your earth is identical to Prime Earth, and therefore a place that must be constantly monitored.
“Prime Earth? I can basically hear the capitalization from here. What's that about?”
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
Prime Earth is the OG Earth. It's the first one around and the most ‘normal’ Earth. No magic, no monsters, no heroes, villains, aliens, advanced technology. A regular 21st century Earth. However, its protected. Some kinda being similar to myself and others like me protects that Earth with a power rivaling some Council Members. We can't get more than a peek, and what we see is very little. It also makes… changes to the Omniverse. There’s an entire sector of the omniverse filled with multiverses made up of Earth fiction made reality.
“That's fucking weird. I’m assuming you can tell what's fiction cause my Earth is identical, so the fiction is too?”
Yes. And that's where this whole situation comes into play. You see, the space between universes is generally called the Void. Other places have different names, such as The Bleed, etc… but the void is what Omniversal Society uses to get around. Occasionally, a storm occurs, one the Void Warden’s and their Sovereign cannot control. These storms bleed over into conventional realities, and wreak havoc on its inhabitants.
“This happened to me? Or at least that's whereI think you're going with conversation.”
Correct. A void storm hit on your planet causing massive damage. One of the tears into the void yoinked you straight out of your room, and into here.
“Shit. What about the rest of the kids? The mansion was durable but I can't imagine dimensional fuckery cares much about how OSHA compliant a building is.”
Don't worry, you're one of the few that was sucked out. However, due to maintenance, which will last a decade of your time, roughly, I can't just send you back.
“Double shit. That's why I’m getting isekai’ed?”
Yes and no.
“Thats vague as fuck!”
You didn't let me finish! As I was saying, Earth Prime fiction becomes reality elsewhere. Not all the time, whatever being there has standards so not all the garbage fiction and fan-fiction becomes real but still, a good chunk is manifested. Including that novel you wrote.
“Triple shit. The Guided Wings? That shit was ass! First thing I ever wrote, only good part was the world building!”
Well get ready for a Quadruple shit cause not only is it real, but as its author, or at least the only accessible version of its author, you have an inherent connection to that world and therefore are being drawn there.
“Based on the fact that you’ve been lore-dumping me for the past 2 pages I’m gonna assume that you can't do shit about this?”
There isn't anything that can be done, sorry.
“No cheats? No Game system? Gacha system? Reborn as the OP whatever?”
Nope. And that would defeat the moral of the story, wouldn't it? Ya know, using your own power and clawing your way to greatness from nothing instead of relying on gifts of power and talent?
“Just because that's the moral of the story doesn't mean that I don't want to live! I made that world plenty fucked up, with an impending apocalypse, fucked magic system that has One Punch Man and DBZ power scaling, and plenty of corrupt governments and shithole planets! A cheat system would be the least I need!”
Sorry, but my non-existent hands are tied, the most I can give you is a basic translating ability so you don't get shot for speaking English. Also, our time is coming to an end.
“Wait wh-'' before I could finish talking, the nothingness around me seemed to undulate, contracting and expanding until it popped, and I was launched.
The space around me warped until all I could see was a sea of colors in a tube-like shape that I was being launched down. I passed by an uncountable number of branching pathways, even passing by a train of sorts, filled to the brim with both humans and a number of other odd beings, all staring at me as I passed.
You wouldn't know, but I was screaming the whole way. Or at least trying to, I’m pretty sure there's no air round here. Not that I have had any need to breathe.
Eventually the tunnel starts slowing down, and space starts to undulate once more before popping with a loud CRACKTHOOM!
This time, however, I'm not floating in a void. I'm laying on the ground, facing upwards.
What do I see? A maze of metal, walkways and buildings and neon lights and factories stretching to the massive metal ceiling miles above me, not a single ray of sunlight to be found.
Fucking piss monkeys, I was stuck in a The Guiding Wings version of a Warhammer 40k hive city, or an ecumenopolis. Didn't matter which one, all that matters is that I’m pretty far down, and so my chances of getting shot for my flesh have drastically risen.
Then I stopped thinking about all of that, and promptly threw up.