"Huh?" The word slipped from my lips the moment I woke up.
Blue.
The sky?
I could see clouds and blue—a sky so intensely blue I instantly knew something was wrong.
I sat up.
Well, I at least tried to sit up, but...
I couldn't.
"Okay?" I raised an eyebrow, then turned to my side.
Trees.
I turned the other way.
Trees.
Alright, one fact established.
Forest.
"But... what the fuck am I doing in a forest? Shouldn't I be in heaven?" I frowned.
I can't forget. I literally cannot forget that bastard pulling the trigger on me, so there's no way in hell that I'm alive. That's not possible.
I should be dead.
But no.
Wait.
Isekai.
No.
NO WAY!
Suddenly the dormant otaku side of me kicked in and I began processing everything based on fictional understanding.
Was the bastard Truck-kun?
Fuck.
Couldn't even get a proper truck?
Wait.
Or was he the truck driver but was tired of waiting since I hadn't stepped out of my apartment in weeks? There was no way a truck could fly up to my apartment. I mean, I've read weird-ass books with authors so fucking lazy I wonder how they sweep their rooms, writing about trucks in tight alleyways—I mean, how?! But maybe the truck driver couldn't take it anymore. So he decided to just shoot me.
"You know... that kind of makes perfect sense," I thought, somehow making more sense than logical thinking. I mean, why would that bastard kill me? It makes no sense. I don't fucking know the guy except for being the janitor. And what was that about 'she' killing him if he didn't do it?
...Sighs.
So I'm reincarnated?
But... why can't I move?
"System," I muttered.
Nothing.
"SYSTEM!"
Nothing.
"Dashboard."
Nada.
"Log."
Nothing.
"Dashboard."
Nothing.
"Profile."
Still fucking nothing!
"Sighs."
So I don't get a cheat.
Wait.
What if I'm not reincarnated?
I looked around once more.
Tsk.
Nah.
A sky that blue was never on Earth. The place is already fucked. The heat that came with recent years was just crazy. Heard countries with more sun contact than others were in danger at that point—heat stroke became rampant, houses going on fire over the littlest outbreak, and don't get me started on the wildfires in forests.
All in all, that planet probably won't make it to 2035 without most people being wiped out. Maybe people will start relocating to the Arctic.
Wait.
What was I talking about again?
Sighs.
"But why can't I move? What the hell is happening?" I frowned.
If I'm reincarnated, fucking let me be reincarnated! Why am I trapped in this body yet can't move?
Sighs.
Wait.
I'm starting to feel it.
"Ugh."
My legs, they were reacting now.
I could feel them.
"Argh," I groaned, and finally...
I sat up after much effort.
"Haah... haaa... haaa..." For some reason I was exhausted. Like extremely exhausted.
I looked at my hands.
Wait.
Hand.
I tried to raise my left hand but I couldn't.
I turned to find it...
Twisted.
Like twisted in the most unnatural way possible.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Yeah, and that's when the pain kicked in.
I held it quickly, lifting it up.
Done.
This hand was done.
Couldn't even feel the bones.
"HAHAHA... Fuck!" I started laughing for some reason.
I don't know why I laughed.
What the hell?!
I felt an immense strain in my head, and then...
My gaze fell on something on my wrist and...
My brain froze.
Literally.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
WHY AM I LAUGHING!