I want to go to another world.

I don’t remember when I first started having these thoughts. I lived a pretty normal life, its what you’d call the life of a Mob A or B. Just suuupper boring is all.

Ever since I graduated Highschool and moved overseas per my mom’s request, to live a better life is what she wanted me to have. From a 3rd world country, moving into a 1st world country with better opportunities, education and health care.

And so I did, I went with her. It wasn’t bad at all, I met new friends and learned new things.

It’s just boring… I’m not exactly like most people here, though that could be said the same from where I grew up in either way. Most my age liked to party, get drunk and talk about football or some such and which team is going to win next week’s match, etc etc.

I never really fit in. I found solace in playing games and watching anime, then it went to manga as I caught up to the latest episodes, eventually I went to the web and light novel versions as I caught up with that too.

Then it just keeps repeating as I find new content to consume. Eventually I finished through most of them and its back to boring old life with attending university, working part-time and sleeping.

After I finally saved enough money, I eventually moved out and “left the nest” as it were.

Every time I had time to spare I always end back up to the same thought pattern as always.

I want to go to another world.

Living in a sci-fi or fantasy world, now that’d be exciting.

Going to a journey to attain unbelievable strength.

Conquering a dungeon and saving damsels in distress.

Finally defeating the Demon King that’s been terrorising the world’s peace.

Maybe even create a super-secret organisation that controls the world from behind the curtains. Being a mafia or yakuza boss would be cool after all.

And most importantly, building a harem of beautiful women and eventually raising a big family as I retire and relax, enjoying such a blissful life after I’ve completed such an unrealistic bucket-list.

Of course, none of those are going to happen. This is real life after all, there’s no such thing as magic anyway.

Eventually my daydreaming started to die down as I begrudgingly let go of such out of this world delusions.

But I never gave up on a few things, just in case this unrealistic dream of mine actually happens.

After all, what if I really did get transported to another world?

It would be better if I already have knowledge I can take advantage of once I’m there.

With the power of science and human innovation accumulated from Earth’s history of human technological advancements. I could revolutionise that new reality.

I could learn various martial arts from across the world and gain combat experience. I could just imagine myself in a 10-year old’s body dominating a group of thugs bare-handed while saving a loli in need of rescue.

Kekekeke

Oops, my delusions are at it again.

And so, I made a decision.

With the opportunities and tools in my hand, I’ll absorb everything I can in this world in preparation for my eventual journey to another world!

With that in mind, I started studying even harder. On my days off from uni and my work, I started paying attention to my physical health and fitness.

I made a focus on STEM subjects as I believe it’s the most practical route for gaining better advantages once I’m in another world!

Learning about the human body is essential if I want to be the best. After all, as a famous strategist, general once said, if I know myself and my enemy then I’ll surely win.

Knowing my weaknesses will let me better cover them and knowing my enemies’ weak points gives me that much more of an advantage over them.

Technology and Engineering are subjects that I’ve always been interested in, that’s partly why I majored in Mechatronics in the first place. Having knowledge in mechanical principles, physics and how electrical components work will surely come in handy if I ever need to create some gadgets and the like.

And Mathematics… Although I’m never a fan of it since I was young because every time I have to do some algebra with those weird letters and numbers being mixed up, it just frustrates me as I have no idea if I’ll ever even use this later on. Then my math professor once said to class one day, “most of you might never need this after graduating, but the smart ones definitely will”. I couldn’t help but giggle a little from that one line but I begun to understand what me meant not long after.

You really do need it for so many things without even realising it, 100x more so for me since I decided to major in an engineering course. Haah~ I can only blame myself for having such goals.

Don’t get me wrong, I might’ve started all this crazy goal of absorbing all the knowledge and skills I can get for the dream of eventually being transported to another world. But I’m not that delusional and naïve that I’d ignore the reality where It will never happen.

After all, having all this knowledge, skills and accumulated experience will still be a major help in this world. Finding a good-paying job that’ll let me live comfortably and sustain my hobbies is just a bonus, maybe I’ll find something truly interesting here either way.

Who knows, maybe I’ll grew out of this and forget my childish dreams. Find a lovely woman to marry and eventually settle down.

That would also be nice, I guess.

Though in the meantime, to prepare myself for that chance to be transported into another world. I’ll not give up on this goal just yet.

Time to learn and train some more.

Speaking of training, I decided to try that one-p*nch man training course for a full year. Although I eventually finished through it and gained a lean and muscular physique, I eventually stopped as I need more variety. Training the body is just step-1 of being a world-class fighter that can beat up the demon king after all!

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So after contemplating for a few days after my training, I joined the local Muay Thai gym. There weren’t any judo, karate or boxing gyms nearby, so I went for Muay Thai.

It’s totally not because I thought it was really cool how they can bend steel pipes with their kicks okay.

I even joined a local archery club since their firing range is just literally beside my gym. Thinking about how I can shoot an arrow between a bird’s eyes from a hundred meters away makes me shake with excitement.

That’s how I usually spend my day to day life for the next few years until I graduated with barely a Masters.

Instead of going straight for a job, I went travelling for 5 years.

A sort of soul-searching I believe.

I went around the world using all the money I saved up from my part-time job and selling most of my belongings.

I travelled the world and went to different dojos and training halls across japan, thai land, china, india, etc. and of course I didn’t just train in Muay Thai while I was in university. Even though I have to travel across the next town and such, I joined other gyms and combined the techniques I accumulated to create my own unique fighting style.

With everything I’ve had until now, I continued to improve my martial prowess and gained even more experience in the pursuit of absolute strength.

With enough strength, I can protect myself and those I can about. I can be a deterrence against enemies who might wish me harm. Combining my martial prowess with my knowledge from earth I can do anything I would ever want.

Though committing crime and getting shot would still kill me though.

The human body cannot go against the weapons of man, let alone nukes and bombs, getting shot by a gun or stabbed in the chest would straight up kill me.

That’s why in this journey of soul searching, other than travelling to challenge fighters across the world.

There’s one thing I know that can challenge the weapons of man. That’s right.

MAGIC!

If I can find magic, learn it and become a supernatural power.

Wouldn’t that mean I can challenge the weapons of man?

Thinking about how criminals would try to mug me from a back-alley, shooting at me only for it to have no effect. Truly wondrous indeed.

That’s why I went to Tibet and joined the monks in search of enlightenment. I sat down in a meditative pose under a waterfall, sometimes I’d perform some shadow boxing while being crushed under the weight of the waterfall. I’d fast for a week in search of an epiphany. I went naked as I lived in the amazon for months, relying on nature, being one with nature. There was even a time I joined a pack of wolves and another one where I fought a gorilla and lived with them.

I did all this while I’m on my journey in pursuit of strength and magic.

Eventually, nothing happened.

I didn’t manifest any magical and supernatural abilities or powers.

Though spending those 5 years the way I did has given me a fresh new perspective on life.

Looking at my body from a bathroom mirror in a motel I just rented in, apart from the messy and long hair and beard, combined with the dirty clothes I’m wearing. I really do look like a caveman or a refugee that got lost in a forest.

Though I guess that’s not too far off.

No wonder the receptionist wasn’t too keen on letting me stay. The security guard has been glaring at me with his hand holding onto the baton on his waist, ready to strike at me as soon as I make a suspicious move.

I can’t really blame them, looking the way I do right now.

Anyway, I cut down my hair to a more manageable length. I can never understand how the main characters in the animes and mangas I’ve read never cut their hair down. Wouldn’t it get in the way if you’re in the middle of an intense death match with the main villain? What if the wind blew caused the hair to cover your face while you’re running, wouldn’t you trip down then? I find that stupid to be honest.

Though I feel like a hypocrite now that I’ve thought about it. Living in the jungle and letting my hair grow this much did become a big hassle. Especially when I was hunting for food and the wet hair stuck to my face almost making me trip.

Finishing with cleaning myself and shaving my beard, I can’t help but admire my body right now. I look like a generic MMA fighter with 6~8% body fat, standing at 185cm and weighing 95kg, truly an absolute unit of a man with my black hair and dark brown eyes.

Seems my training has not put me down.

I wonder when I’ll ever get transported to another world?

Well, for now I’ll head back home. Visit my family and check up with some acquaintances.

It’s been 8 years since I went on my soul searching journey.

I’m already 38 years old now.

I never truly settled down after all this. Still being a bachelor with no significant relationships to speak of.

I did get into some short relationships with some women. It never really did last.

Maybe it was my personality? I was never really like everyone else, I’m not confident enough to assume its in a good way either.

Aside from short dates and occasional one-night stands with random girls from a bar or some woman working for a company I’m doing freelance work with.

Life here’s pretty dull no matter how many years have passed.

Sometimes in order to get some excitement once in a while, I’d hire a prostitute and fuck for hours thanks to my amazing stamina. There’re even a few times I did it with college girls fresh out of high school.

I can’t really say my moral compass and world view and common sense are similar to a normal person so this kinds of things never really bothered me.

I never actually stopped my training even now, although I haven’t done anything like travelling again for an extended period of time to seek enlightenment and fight with people.

Occasionally I’d drive to the next town, dress up in all black with a ski mask while charging into an underground crime organisations side branch. Picking fights here and there, though I mainly target criminals, sometimes I’d sneak around alleyways looking for thugs in the middle of a drug deal and charge at them.

I even managed to get some reputation as some insane vigilante, getting attention from the police isn’t really my cup of tea so I went low for a while.

In order to pass the time, I even did some work as a hired gun. Of course, I’d do my own research and if I think the guy deserves it, I’d sneak up on the target and beat the shit out of him. If the things he did are bad enough, I’d kill them to get rid of the problem from the root.

That’s something I never understood from those superhero movies, the main villain always gets out of prison. They’d keep killing people until the hero finally confronts them, they’d fight with the city, their loved one or sometimes even the whole world at stake. Then after the hero wins, he’d spout some shit like “I’m nothing like you” or “I’ll save everyone” then knock the villain out before sending him back to jail only for him to escape again to repeat the process.

I mean, I get what they mean. You’re the hero, so you don’t want to dirty your hands and take a man’s life in hopes that he’ll get redemption or to prove to the villain that he’s wrong and you two are not alike.

But what’s the point in that? The hero’s pride and morals just get more people killed in the long run because he can’t kill the villain and get it over with. That’s just stupid.

Obviously, I know it’s just a made up story for entertainment and all. Nothing to get serious about, but nevertheless. I don’t want to live like that, I’m not interested in living like a righteous servant of justice. As long as I can get what I want, keep what I want and protect what I want, then that’s all that matters. I mean, if I have an enemy that’ll keep coming back that’ll cause me danger every time, why can’t I just end it so I don’t have to worry about him anymore? Sure, there’s probably going to be some massive consequence later on for not doing the “proper heroic way” but I don’t care. I’ll deal with that later when it comes up, I’d rather not have the same cockroach villain come back over and over again. At least this way its more exciting and varied.

I expressed my thoughts in my head as I snapped the guy’s neck 270degrees for good measure. I dropped the body gently on the floor as I watch the head wobble a bit, showing how separated his head is to his body in the process.

I grabbed a burner phone with a camera on it as I proceeded to take a photo of my target to show my client that the job is done.

I looked around the room in search of valuables that I can pawn for cash later on, erasing any evidence that can track me down in the process. No harm in taking what I can as a bonus instead of just rushing out as soon as I finish the mission, got to be practical and take advantage of everything I can get my hands on.

Ahh, I found a nice Rolex watch on the table by the bed. This guy is rich after all, I might as well take his wallet and check his phone.

His phone has a wallpaper of himself along with a woman who appears to be in her 30s holding a little girl no older than 4 years old. This old man’s family huh. I guess they’re be shocked to find out this guy’s dead, the woman’s husband doesn’t know how he’s a huge pedophile that’s been funding an illegal brothel that uses children taken from orphanages.

I’m not really against having sexual relations with youngsters, but kids who’ve barely any clue on how the world works are a big no-no, especially forcing them for it. That’s for savages, this guy even makes me sick.

Though I feel bad for the family, this guy deserves to die as far as I’m concerned.

As I finish with getting all the contacts from the phone, including information about his associates I uploaded his information and deeds on the internet using his account. I threw the phone on the floor right next to his rapidly cooling corpse.

After I finished getting everything I can from the room, I checked my surroundings and made sure it’s clear and that I didn’t forget anything that could be used to track me down before I left the premises.

Alright, Mission Complete.