Prólogo
At some point in life, we have all held the illusion of wanting to go to an "isekai"—whether medieval, futuristic, otome, survival, or fantasy, it doesn't matter much which world you end up in... you simply want to depart for another world. Perhaps it is to escape reality and the problems you face in your daily life, or simply because you find it captivating to experience a new emotion, believing you could do much better than all those protagonists you read about.
I was one of those many people, passionate and intrigued by that genre, and I was filled with excitement—until one fateful day, my brother died in an accident. When the paramedics arrived, he was seriously injured, but by the time he reached the hospital, there was nothing more they could do... Gabi had lost too much blood.
My parents, family friends, his girlfriend, and even his teachers were devastated by the news, but as for me... on the other hand, it didn't hurt. I felt nothing when I saw it.
Everyone looked at me strangely; some looked at me with pure hatred. Everyone had different reactions to seeing me standing there without a single trace of emotion on my face.
"You should have died."
"Why are you still alive instead of him?"
"He was the future of this family; why was he the one who died instead of this thing?"
There were many more comments ranting against me, eventually reaching a point where I simply stopped listening or paying attention to what anyone said. Perhaps it would have been easier to leave this place instead of remaining here, but I wanted to stay just a little longer.
The days passed and things calmed down slightly, but the judgmental looks and unpleasant comments from my relatives and others continued. Some even tried to intimidate me in various ways, until they simply stopped. The reason for that was likely because I never gave them the satisfaction of showing that it affected me; I just let it go.
However, at some point, I began to question why I really wasn't the one who died... I was starting to seriously consider the possibility of leaving this world, but life had other plans for me...
A message from an unknown number appeared on my phone with the following title:
• Do you want to go to another world? •
Hahaha... it’s truly pathetic, but let’s see the message.
When I opened it, there was a brief description of the world to which I would "supposedly" be sent. If I wanted to leave, I simply had to fill it out, and that would be all.
Who would believe that? No one—absolutely no one would believe in something so pathetic—but I had nothing to lose by doing it. At the end of the form, exactly what I expected happened: nothing.
The days went by, and I was truly starting to grow weary of the constant treatment. I thought things would settle down, but I think I was wrong.
...
Leaving school, I heard someone screaming, but I ignored it, thinking it was just another guy trying to annoy me.
"Hey."
"Aren't you listening? I'm talking to you."
"You’re taking up space for—"
When I turned around, I saw that the guy was already closing in on me. He pulled something sharp from his sweatshirt and, without giving me time to react, quickly stabbed me in the stomach a couple of times before running away.
"Aaaaaaaa!"
"Stop him! He’s the one who stabbed him!"
"Call an ambulance, quickly!"
My vision began to cloud, and the sounds of people screaming and shouting for help began to fade away, little by little.
