Cris slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the soft morning light pouring into the room. For a brief moment, he thought he had overslept again. But the ceiling above him wasn't familiar. Neither were the faintly glowing runes carved into the wooden beams.
He sat up, his body oddly comfortable—too comfortable. The mattress was warm, the sheets were thick and smelled faintly of lavender and… was that cinnamon?
"Where… am I?"
He rubbed his face, trying to clear the fog from his thoughts. This wasn't his room. This wasn't any room he recognized.
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly. The floor was stone, smooth and cool. There was a small round window nearby, and he shuffled toward it, heart pounding.
Outside, trees shimmered with blue and purple leaves, swaying softly in a breeze he couldn't feel. Birds chirped in melodic patterns that sounded too coordinated—almost scripted.
Cris stared, wide-eyed.This was definitely not Earth.
His heart raced as the realization crept in.
Transmigration.
That absurd genre he used to read as a joke during boring commutes. The ones with chosen ones, overpowered systems, magical pets and talking swords.
Had he been… transported to a fantasy world?
He pinched his arm.Nope. Still here. Still barefoot. Still confused.
His eyes scanned the strange room again—walls a mix of polished stone and enchanted wood, furniture that seemed to arrange itself into pleasing patterns when he wasn't looking. Even the lamp in the corner blinked at him.
Breathe, he told himself.
There was a rustling sound. He turned sharply.
Nothing.
Only silence... until suddenly—A loud ping! echoed in his skull, followed by a glitchy flash across his vision.
[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]Welcome, Cris. Initializing…...Error 404: World Name Not Found.Attempting backup… Loading... Error.Current status: Probably not dead.
He flinched as translucent text floated in midair like some messed-up video game HUD.
Quest 001: "Find Shelter"Status: [??????????]Suggested action: Wander aimlessly and hope for the best.
The text glitched again, scrambled itself into wingdings for a second, and reloaded with a half-hearted chime.
Warning: Tutorial not available due to cosmic interference.Press [NULL] to continue. Or just stand there.
Cris let out a sigh, somewhere between disbelief and despair.
So. He really had transmigrated.To a world with blue trees, magic furniture, and a sarcastic broken system.
And it was only his first day.