"Hello World", Human Speak.

"What a moron", Human Thought.

"What is your name, boy?", Demonic Speak, Spell Casting.

"Ah, He is calling", Demonic Thought.

"Dawnbreaker", Weapon/Apparel/Inventory Name.

"The view from this height is rather nice.", I said, from the rooftop of my office building. I can see many thing from up here in the rooftop, the people below me looks like ant from this height, like the inconsequential creature they are, we are.

I was always pretending, pretending to have an emotion, to care, and to love, I have do that for far too long that I forgot how to be genuine, the façade that I have made from a tender age continued to influence me even to adulthood.

Empathy is not something I have, I helped people not because of the good of my heart, but because of an obligation to society, to be normal, I pretended to cry at one of my family member's funeral, when inside I simply felt, indifferent, detached.

I am now 25, I'm working on a boring work at a cubicle that took half of my day in the majority of the week, life is mundane, I'm going to work like this for the rest of this boring life, waiting for the sweet release of death.

So I start smoking, wanting my life to be shorter, I held no love for myself, but waiting for death is such a long and tedious thing to do, that now I'm sitting on this ledge in the rooftop of my office building.

Why I didn't do this sooner is beyond me, but perhaps it was because of religious restrictions that somehow latched onto me like a leech, I grew up on a religious household, but now I'm free from it, I now fully adopt nihilism into my life, 'Why keep living if your life isn't enjoyable?'.

But before I jump from this ledge, at the very least I need to say good bye to my family, co-workers and what circle of 'friends' that I have left, so I wrote in my outdated smartphone on a messaging application, 'good bye' and a poem;

'I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant,

I died as a plant and rose again an animal.

I died as an animal and arose a man.

Why then should I fear to become less by dying?

I shall die once again as a man

To rise an angel perfect from head to foot!

Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel,

I shall become what passes the conception of man!

Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence

Sings to me in organ tones, 'To him shall we return'

It was a poem written by Jalal ad-Dīn Rumi, a poet from the abbasid caliphate, I'd like to think that it's a good poem that symbolises me letting go of life, if the afterlife would be me being non-existent, then so be it, I have accepted my death.

So, I jump from this building, for at last, I'm free from the constricting chain of life and now death will greet me in it's welcoming yet cold hands, for that is what I expect.

Darkness, all of it is darkness, I do not know where I am, I could not feel any body, nor any part of my body, even my consciousness is fleeting, should I let go? No, I must stay conscious, but alas, I can't keep my consciousness.

I can, smell? This smell is too clean, artificial clean, hospital? But how? I can't survive that fall damage, no one can, I already accepted death, so why am I still alive?

I opened my eyes, it's rather hard to do so, but I managed, my body feels off, like it isn't my body at all, I don't have an athletic body in my life? past life? But this body feels like it's trained, so I wake up, and sat.

I see the room's interior design is that of an old fashioned traditional and meiji period architecture, which is strange for a modern hospital, there is a window behind me, so I see through it, the scenery is strange, I feel like I was transported to a weird asian like world with strange feature, there is kanji? hànzì? hanja? in a banner that I saw, it read, 京師, capital?

I know that it sounds delusional with me being transported to another world, but keep in mind that I'm an avid fan of a reincarnation, transmigration and self-insert novel, light novel or fan-fiction, I even wrote one on my lifetime as a hobby of some sort.

There is a mirror to my side, I gasped, this isn't my appearance, I have a blonde hair and a menacing lava like eyes with a northern european feature and a defined body with all those six-pack and what not.

In my past(?) life, I'm an asian, I was born in Indonesia and lived there my entire life, my skin tone is also brown and my eyes held the same colour, and as a usual asian, my hair was black.

This appearance though, I'm somehow, familiar with it, ! It's my Skyrim character, this is hard to take, how can this be?

"I see you are awake, mr. ?", a person clad in white, dressed like a doctor asked me in Japanese language, which I am fluent at but not to the extent of the native speakers, I instinctively responded, "My name is Makoto, doctor."

"If I may, doctor, where are we, on what year, month, and date?", I asked my most awaited question, as I was curious of the place and timeline I was transported in.

"Well Makoto-san, we are on Suijin hospital, in the capital city of The Land of Fire, Keishi on August 20 of 1795.", He answered professionally.

Keishi? What kind of place is this, I visited Japan once, but I never heard the city of Keishi, and he didn't even mention anything about Japan, he said the land of fire, that in itself is strange, what kind of country would name itself based on an element?

"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this, land, doctor.", "I see, well then Makoto-san, are you familiar with the 5 great nations? Or the Shinobi villages? The land of fire has its own shinobi village, Konohagakure no Sato."

I stared with a wide eye, this can't be happening, if I was transported to some places on earth, then it's still somewhat logical, but here, it doesn't make any sense!

I saw the name tag on his lab coat, it's Amemori Hidayaki, a very Japanese name, if the land's name isn't so out of the world, I would be convinced that I'm in Japan, "Thank you Hidayaki-sensei, but can you please leave me for a moment? I need some rest.", "That is alright Makoto-san.", he responded.

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He left the room, now I need to test something, if this is my skyrim body, then I should know the spell that I learnt in the game, it should work, let's start with Flames, I conjure up the picture in my mind, the hotness of a fire, the light it would bring, and voilà, there is a flame in my hand.

Somehow, my hand isn't burning, I never thought that I can swing a sword, let alone magic in real life, but now, I don't really know anymore, this is a blessing in disguise, but now that I don't know anyone, in a world like this, I would need a connection, but first, I should escape this hospital.

終わり

Author's Note

Tell me if you like this kind of story, I'm still relatively new to writing.

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