Congratulations! You stumbled upon my storytelling. Now, why don't you chain yourself on your seat? You'll be in for a mad ride, after all. Forewarning though, there may be lots of grammatical errors in this story as it is not my first language and I am just a novice writer who has no money to hire an editor. You might not understand it if I start speaking in my native language and may think that what I am babbling about is Novena sa mga kalag sa purgatorio. You didn’t understand that, right? Anyway, that was a burial rite. Let’s get my storytelling started.

As unbelievable as it seems, I, Ofelia, have traveled through different dimensions. It started when I was 12. I do not know what triggered the occurrence but I do remember when it happened. At that time, I just finished selling the fruit cakes on the streets when someone picked me up from behind and threw me into an endless hole. I don’t know who did that and why would they do that but if I am given a chance, I would gladly separate their muscles from their skin. As I was falling, I tried to flail my small arms to no avail. I remembered vomiting as soon as my butt landed on the grass. That was the first dimension I traveled. A decade after that happened, I was killed by the merchants. For what reason? I don't know. I figured that was the end, but I was wrong.

The moment I felt the sharp end of the knife on my neck I was transported to a place full of different animal noises. I remembered looking up at the sky to no avail. I cannot, simply because my soul was trapped in a pig. The next day, I was killed because there was some sort of festival in that place. That was what I call a dumb luck, as the second travel ended like that.

I cannot recall what exactly happened after that as my memory became hazy because of my nonstop traveling through dimensions. If I have to take a guess, maybe it was on my 8th travel when I realized I could not interfere with whatever is the setting in any place I traveled to avoid getting killed, so I shut myself in a cave and died of old age. And guess what? That did not stop my travel to another dimension. Haaah. What a waste.

On my 16th travel, I was in a world very similar to my original world. The difference however is it is darker and the fog is all over the streets- or was it fog? No, those were the smokes that came out of large factories, and the technologies are more advanced and efficient than ours- not that I can say that for sure because I was living in a third-world country when I was 12.

I continued traveling through dimensions and tried to live as normally as possible but none seemed to work on my end. I became a dictator a couple of times—bless the people I hurt unintentionally—, an evil witch, a mad scientist—I don’t like it one bit because I was an actual stereotypical of mad scientists, smelly and electrocuted hair—or whatever personas that caused harm to humanity. It was certainly unforgivable but it wasn't my intention because most of the time, I would possess their body while they were at it. You could say that my soul hosted their body and it was out of my control so I just let everything happen. What's the point of stopping something that's already set in stone? That's damn exhausting. I kept traveling and of course, I don’t always die when the travels would occur. Some of it was so random that I once feared opening a door because the last time I opened one, I entered a place I shouldn’t have. I don't know how many years have passed since I am pretty sure that timelines are different in any dimension so I only kept a log of my travels.

As for what I am doing or where I am at the moment, I am inside the dimensional shift, about to enter my 80th travel. Good place, if you ask me. It's quiet and the place is cold, as if there are 4 huge air-condition at arm's length.

Stolen novel; please report.

I yawned and waited a couple of minutes for the new world where I will be nesting for a while to open.

“Welcome to Atlas, Traveler. Please enter your name to proceed.”

Hmm?

“Welcome to Atlas, Traveler. Please enter your name to proceed.”

Oh, so now I am a character in a game? Exciting!

“Where do I enter my name though? I cannot even see a keyboard.”

As if the system heard of it, a glowing box appeared in front of me. I raised my hand to type my name but a name suddenly appeared in the box.

“Leonora Stryker? Quite decent. I suppose that will be my new name.”

“Welcome to Atlas, Leonora. Please follow the arrow to enter.”

I followed the arrow as instructed and a few moments later, a blinding light engulfed me.

“I’m telling you, it really happened!”

“Enough making excuses! Where is my money?”

“I don’t have AHHHHHH!!!! I SWEAR I REA---AAAAHHHH!!!!!”

As soon as I adjusted my vision, I turned my head to the voices I heard earlier and saw a buff guy kicking an old man. I sighed and walked away from the alley. Not like there’s something I can do about that, I am just a playable character in this place, and my movements are controlled by someone unknown. Probably the downside in my current situation. Meh.

I stopped walking in front of a tall monument with inscription I cannot read. I scanned the area and all I could do is sigh. This is a disaster.

This place looks like an abandoned town with drunkards lying around as an ornament. I wonder what’s the storyline of this game.

“Hmm, let’s see…” I stretched my arms, getting ready to explore the area. Hah, as if I am the one in control of this body.

An old woman passed by so I lowered my body to her level which made her shriek in surprise.

“Oops, sorry. Can I ask you a question?”

She hissed and hurriedly took steps away from me. That’s a bummer. Probably a non-playable character.

Another woman is coming my way so I waved at her to catch her attention. She stopped in front of me so I grabbed the chance to ask her a question.

“Good day, Madame. I am a traveler from another nation and-” My dialogue got cut off when she grabbed both of my hands and cried.

“Have you seen my daughter? Have you seen her?” She asked then left before I could answer.

Ahhh. They're clicking random characters. The player, I mean.

I walked around the town and ended up in a weird-looking tavern. Heh~ Whoever is controlling me in this game right now knows how to have fun.

I opened the door and the loud laughter of men welcomed my entry. I looked around and saw that there was only one long table and random chairs everywhere. All of the random chairs were occupied so I walked to the long table and sat.

A man appeared by my side and gave me a crumpled paper that seemed like the menu, and so, the player started picking foods.

The moment he confirmed the food and turned around, a realization popped in my mind.

Crap. How do I pay for all of those if I have no money? Hah! Well, I suppose that would be the player’s problem.

…or mine?

[sfx of Leonora's body turning into a statue and then cracking, because she's dramatic and this is only an image that popped in her mind]

Wait, it can't be mine, right?