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You know, I used to wonder what happens after you die. I mean, who doesn't? But eventually, I got my answer—though not in the most ideal way.
Like so many others in this kind of story, I met my end courtesy of a truck. Yes, the classic *isekai special*. Turns out, death isn't all that bad—if you're lucky.
Now, you're probably thinking, *Oh, great, here we go—another self-insert fanfic where some guy gets thrown into another world.* And yeah, you'd be right… to an extent. But that's not the whole story. Not even close.
You see, this isn't just any fantasy world. No elves, no magic academies, no overpowered cheat skills. Nope. You're about to watch some poor, average dude—me—get thrown headfirst into one of the strangest fictional universes ever written: *Voices of the Void*.
But before we get into that mess, I should probably introduce myself. I'm John Semings—just a regular guy. You know the type: scrolling through Twitter while crossing a busy street, thinking the worst thing I'd see that day was someone arguing about pineapple on pizza. Twitter: the land of nuance and empathy...
And then there were the *rainbow people*. Yeah, I'm talking about the neon-haired crew who look like they stepped out of a 90s rave poster. No offense—it's just hard *not* to notice when someone walks past you looking like a Lisa Frank fever dream.
Anyway, I was knee-deep in internet trash when *bam*—truck. Out of nowhere. And just like that, my life turned into one of those online forum posts: "Guy gets hit by truck, wakes up somewhere weird."
Honestly? Props to *Truck-kun*. Five stars. No pain. No fear. Just lights out.
But here's the twist: no divine being, no white room of judgment, no reincarnation lottery. I didn't even get a character select screen. Instead, I was *dumped*—straight into the body of some poor bastard.
A guy who was clearly running on three hours of sleep, caffeine fumes, and a fast track to burnout. Frail-looking, but not bad-looking—black hair, glasses, that tired academic vibe. And the moment my memories synced with his, all I could think was:
"Fucking Switzerland."
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*sigh*
"Let's review the facts," I muttered to myself. "My name is Kellin—well, Dr. Kellin to some, though technically, I'm not really Kellin anymore. But whatever. We'll deal with that identity crisis later."
Apparently, I'd just graduated from university and, for some godforsaken reason, decided to take a job at a shady research company. Why? Because a friend—Dr. Ena—recommended me. Heavy emphasis on *heavily* recommended. She practically shoved me into the role and handed me over to Dr. Bao.
Dr. Bao… the guy infamous in the astronomy world for overworking his staff and treating his interns like cannon fodder. And yet, because of his genius-level results and reputation, everyone just sort of... ignores it. Great.
So now, I'm the latest sacrificial pawn. Hired to help analyze signals from deep space and probably die from some alien anomaly, ancient horror, or other mythical bullshit that the universe decides to throw at us. And the location for all this?
A crumbling research facility.
In the middle of a forest.
In *fucking Switzerland.*
Honestly, if someone told me this was happening in Florida, I might've believed it more.
*sigh*
"So, seeing as I'm fresh out of luck and still standing outside the gate of an abandoned facility, maybe I should stop monologuing like a lunatic and go in." I looked around the fog-drenched forest, the cold air biting through my jacket.
"I need to channel my inner 'late-on-his-first-day' theoretical physicist energy. Let's pretend I have a clue what I'm doing and go meet whatever cosmic horror's waiting inside."
A pause.
"...And maybe stop talking to myself out loud like a lunatic. Again. Man, I'm fucking weird."
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I hope you enjoyed this.