In the packed tubes of morning London, is a university student making his daily track from home to central London to take part in his newly gained internship. Getting lucky, he was sitting down on the sides, his backpack in his arms and a phone in his hands. His eyes staring at his phone. On the home screen was the cover for a novel called “Academic Survival during Cataclysm” by the greatest story teller in the world Amu. No one knows what this man is thinking, as he stares seriously at his phone's home screen with a focused gaze.

(Hmmm, what to read to day)

One would only assume that he was readying himself not only for his internship but planning years into his future. Answering the most important questions of his life, right here right now.

(Oooh, the author actually updated for once. But darn there's still only like 30 chapters stockpiled up, should I really start reading. Gahhh the dilemma)

Only a man as serious as this would have the opportunity to excel in life.

(K its decided, I'm bored so I’ll just read some random weird smut for a fresher)

“Hmm”

Looking up to check how many stations he had left, he realized something ominous. He was the only one there.

“What the fuck” he whispers out.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“Who are you?” he says as he looks forward to the only other being in there with him, a being with absolute majesty radiating out of him that would cause awe in any man and especially women.

Who am I?

(Am I in a horror movie, why the fuck is there a clown here. Shit and no one else is here, also I am weirdly calm. Gotta give props to myself)

“Apologies for the late introduction” the being in the clown outfit bows.

“I am one who goes by titles more than my name, a being held with the highest acclaim”

(What the fuck—-) the teen though as he stares in shock, a mix of fear and confusion leaving him speechless. Actually speechless as even when the teen opened his mouth nothing came out.

“The one who stands on the center stage, you can call me Amu of the Wild Rage”

The being now stands right in front of the teen.

“And I choose you”

And with that, darkness expands from the clowned beings hands and covers the screen in black and white static.

—

(Huh, shit its too bright)

Now somewhere else, the teen, no kid looks up.

(Where the heck am I)

A room, more specifically a bedroom.

(What just happened to me)

While the normal man would be panicked out of their mind, our main character was calm. Since young, he had always been calm. Even if he were to be in a crisis where his heart beats out of his chest, he’d have a stone cold face and an equally still mind. This cold and logical mind may be the reason he was chosen.

As the man contemplates with a sort of lost gaze, in a daze he got out of the bed and walked around. A habit he had since young, he was about to pace about the room, but as if by a deductive will to figure out his situation, he stumbled in front of a standing mirror at the corner of his room.

(Holy shit–, that is not me) he realizes as his eyes open wide looking at the figure in the mirror.

A young asian looking kid probably at the age of 14, with soft features, short and fluffy cyan hair and light blue eyes in his pajamas. A figure completely different to the former 20 year old university student him.

(Fuck, I shouldnt be asking where I am but who I am)

These were his last thoughts as a creeping headache sets forth and an excruciating amount of pain fills his head. Without even having the time to react or wince to the pain, he falls to the ground and passes out.

Truly, the story has finally begun.