My name is Devin Honey, and I'm a mildy overweight twenty-two-year old economic student in his fifth semester in college. I would describe myself as neither a bad person nor a particularly good one.
I haven't done any malicious evil deeds in the past but have still made mistakes in my life which brought inconveniences to the people around I met. I have faults that I can admit. I am quite greedy with money and dislike giving it to someone else, family included, slothful by doing only often what is the absolute necessary, lusting after power, so I can subconsciously lord it over others and to feel superior to them, gluttonous since I like to eat delicious food more than I really need, wrathful towards the world for not making me talented like my peers, prideful for not asking for help even from family, and envious towards people and their close bonds with each other which don't have due to my nature as an introvert. But my greatest failing is that I don't have any ambition at all and that made me directionless in my life. I never had a dream and I later learned in my life, that no one should lack a dream for one self since it is essential for finding true happiness in one's life. Something that I lacked for many years.
But still even with all these faults, I have my good points as well. I am above average in intelligence, very considerate towards the people I work together with, patient with people (even those that don't deserve it), lack avarice, quite stubborn, self-sacrificing towards people that are important to me, and always pay my debts towards people.
Because of these qualities, I don't see myself as a particularly good or bad person. I never saw the need to overcome my own faults but that was because my environment did not really challange it in any shape or form. It was a rather monotonous one and in this environment my faults were never really challenged because of it. How wrong it was for me to expect that would continue on and on is something I learned later in my life. Change is painful but changing to be something better is the most painful version of all. But it is a necessary one. I learned that later in my life.
I never saw myself as a very unlucky person, but sadly, I have to change my mind on that front. I hope at least my physical and psychological suffering brings some entertainment towards other people. Yeah, I am looking at you guys... Seriously, am I going insane? Well Mr. No Balls got several times insane I doubt I will be lucky enough to avoid it but I will try my very best.
I am Devin Honey, and I am the man who is going to be self-inserted into the place which is the most horrible world to be transported to beside Worm from Wildbow. Yes, Worm is a hellhole for any self-inserts and I stand for it. Having three Supernatural Disasters that regularly kill over hundreds of thousands of people and evil godlike parasites that destroy trillions of parallel worlds to escape death by heat makes it one, and yes, I know I am being weird here. Well, let's start with my story.
"Finally, being able to get the books for my college assignments in this semester after my quarantine at home sure is a relief," thought a young man seemingly in his early twenties dressed in light blue jeans and a dark blue fabric jacket as he searched for books in his university's library.
"Hurry up young man, the library is closing right now!" the young man heard from the reception several meters away from him. Looking back, he saw an overweight blond librarian woman pointing with her right hands index finger at her watch that was on her left wrist while looking with an impatient glance in her at him.
" Yeah, I am done already," said the young man a little startled from the voice of the middle-aged and overweight woman. As he walked towards her a mask was on his face, a normality now in the now global pandemic in Germany. Walking to the borrowing machine, he typed his password and borrowed each of his chosen books. Then he started to walk out, ready to exit the building he was in.
"It is getting dark, I should hurry back, so I can get home and squeeze in some work", the young man murmured to himself as he took te mask off his face, storing it in the right pocket of the jeans he was wearing and also stuffed the last borrowed book that he took of the library behind him in his backpack while walking out. Because of the quarantine and time (it was 6 p.m.) here were no people beside him under the night sky of the city in front of the building that he just now exited. After all because of the global pandemic that ravaged the world now caused, the students of his university to have online classes at home and so did not really need to visit the campus anymore.
It is really getting colder and colder here, absentmindedly thought the young man as he started rubbing his hands hoping for some warmth. He wished the train would come fast, so he would not feel the cold on his body any more. Devin heavily disliked cold weather.
But just now the man's vision faltered as an overwhelming light invaded him through the pupils of his eyes a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded him right now in the moment and then suddenly disappeared from his sight.
"Did I just imagine that all? I must be more sleepy than I thought. My mother was right, I really shouldn't work so hard and take a pause between my work sometimes. I stress myself sometimes too much and that needlessly so", said the young man silently towards himself while shaking his head admitting his mistake in the days before by working on multiple assignments which took a huge burden on him mentally and physically. The young man had the bad habit to sleep and eat less when writing his assigned papers for school so that he would not get distracted by completing a self-assignment of writing the number of papers he wished to finish in a specific time.
"I love you." A lovely female voice spoke to the young adult but Devin did not hear it.
"I wish we would write tests and not write assignments at home that would be easier for me to deal with", he grumbled to himself while grimacing about the consequences of the global pandemic he had to deal with. One of the bad qualities of this young man was that his grammar was not good when writing a long text which made the afterwork of correcting the papers on his notebook in his own opinion a pain in the ass to deal with.
"Huh? Was that the light again? I could have sworn there was a demonic hand in it. Nah, I must be hallucinating or dreaming", said the young adult startled and started looking as if to reassure himself with the reality of his surroundings while rubbing his eyes with his hands to get the drowsiness that he felt away. In the end he came to the conclusion that it was a fabric of his imagination born from his boredom that he felt for days on and on. Then only one moment just a second later the light returned again but this time far stronger than before causing the young man to instinctively shield his eyes by using his two arms as shields to block the light which resulted in him not noticing the second appearance of a black demonic hand. Then noticing the light was not diminishing he lowered his arms to his sides showing his face which was the very definition of shock as he looked around to judge his surroundings.
What is this!? This can not be possible! Why? What the hell just happened….? Were the thoughts of Devin as he looked bewildered to his surroundings around him noticing an extreme change in it.
Around him were now people with different clothes than him looking like something straight from a fantasy novel that he read from time to time to relax himself. Some of the people around him were wearing robes, medieval armour for knights and typical peasant clothing, but that was not the only thing some of these people had an impossible hair colour like purple, green or blue. Another thing was the architecture of the buildings surrounding they looked like some of the older buildings that he saw on a school trip that he took to Nürnberg when he was thirteen years old. Amazed at what he was seeing with his own eyes, the young man started looking around, walking unconsciously because of his fascination not noticing how he was going to collide against someone in this unknown place.
"Young man, look where you are going", said an annoyed voice which prompted Devin to tilt his head to the direction of the voice and his eyes started to widen because of his close approximation to the non-human creature before him. In front of Devin stood a humanoid masculine shaped figure with a head of the shape of a dog with yellow fur and was clothed in a long black robe covering its entire body besides its head.
"Hey".
"..hear..."
"Are you hearing me!?" Not looking like he heard the humanoid dog started to directly say this to the young man's face which caused him to recoil because of the proximity to the non-human after the figure said this to Devin.
"Sorry, I was distracted. Please do not take this as me being racist but I've never before seen someone like you in my entire life", said the young man in a fascinated and awed voice as he bowed his head to the non-human.
"You never saw a demi-human until now young man?"
"No never in my life before", answered Devin to the now identified demi-human which caused him to question him with a tilted head and a confused face now not face to face to him.
"Never in your life? Not even once in the past?"Were the questions of the surprised demi-human looking with disbelief at the young man in front of him.
"No. Not once in the past did I see beings like you. Sorry, äh Sir", said the young man nervously scratching his right cheek with the index finger of his right hand being worried of having offended the demi-human by not knowing his culture or general background.
"Nobles", sneered the demi-human with disgust on his furry face with his eyes looking at him with distaste in his eyes and then turned his back to him making him leave Devin alone as if being offended by his very presence around him causing Devin to look offended at the demi-humans back.
Do I really look like a noble in this age? Was Devin's question towards himself while checking his clothes. I shouldn't be surprised since I am wearing blue jeans and and a blue fabric jacket. I am also from the modern era so my clothes are definitely from higher quality than those of the lower and middle class folk living here in this new world, thought the young man but then started to notice he was starting to sweat.
A new world. I am in a new world. A world, world, , world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world, world.
Panic was flooding through Devins mind now that he was now truly aware what just happened to him. Here he was severed from his old world with everything included in it.
His family consisting of his father, mother, little brother, little sister, aunt, uncle, grandmother and grandfather he would most likely never see again. No more warm hugs from his mother, meals from dad he made with great care, playing card games like Yugioh with his little brother, teasing his sister, table-top games with his uncle, phone calls from his aunt in his parents and grandparents home country and his grandparents' concerns.
The daily life of his was uprooted with no care. The money he had was definitely meaningless, his years of hard work for his courses in university undone, no idea of his whereabouts and no connections to use in this new world.
I have no foundation in this life, thought Devin and felt sick in his stomach. His senses started to be aware of everything around him. The parent with his child, who was complaining about wanting to have ice cream, a demi-human lizard muttering about shitty pay, merchants screaming about their merchandise to get customers, and a pair of human girls muttering about how strange the clothes he wore were. Frantically looking for something for his upset stomach, the young man found his target finally. Devin started running towards an alleyway shoving people out of the way and ignoring their cries of surprise and indignation towards him.
"Hey!"
"What are you doing foreigner!?"
"Did you lose your mind young man!?"
Finally, arriving in the alleyway outside of the main street, Devin bent down and released the contents of his stomach while groaning in utter misery.
"Blergh, ughh, blergh," were the sounds that escaped his mouth while he vomited in the alleyway. Barely able to stand because of his quivering legs caused by his panic Devin had to use his right arm on the right wall of the alleyway to balance himself while his left arm held his stomach which contents were leaving his body. Tears started to leave his eyes the emotional roller coaster that Devin experienced making him feel utterly miserable as he started to stop vomiting.
"Ugh," he said while wiping away the leftover contents on his lips and falling to the ground ass first Devin started to take deep breaths to calm himself down.
Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Be calm.
The thought was constantly repeating in his head, so he would not panic and be able to analyse his situation that he found himself in. But it was easier said than done. For him, it felt like an eternity with him clutching his head with both of his hands until he was able to think clearly again.
I feel sweaty.
Now that Devin had calmed down he could feel the sweat dropping on his face to the stony ground below him and sticking to his clothes as a result from his earlier panic attack that he now overcame.
"It does not matter now finding what I need is more important. I have to find shelter, food, water and information about this place", murmured Devin as he slowly stood up and then dusted himself off. With his new found determination the young man was ready to venture out of the alleyway to the main street but as he turned around he collided against something huge.
"Ouch", said Devin falling to the hard ground on his backpack while holding his hurt face. Gently rubbing his face the young man started to hear the rough voices of three men seemingly close to him.
"It seems our new victim is here."
"Man, he has some strange looking clothes on him."
"I bet we could sell them all for a good price to old man Rom."
Three voices spoke with a threatening undertone easily identifiable to be the voices of young men. The first one was a young looking male with greyish hair including a pink tip, black eyes, wearing a prison suit on his lean build. Chains adorned his wrists and throat. Devin could see that he was looking at him with a predatory look. The second person was a very short boy with brown mushroom hair and large black eyes wearing a orange robe. He wore a fiendish grin on his face. The third person was a large man with purple hair and eyes. He was wearing tan clothes, an orange sash around his waist, a green vest and back shoes. Intimidated at the sight of them Devin took a nervous step back and the thugs took a step forward with a confident posture.
Why does it feel like I know them from somewhere? That should not be ppssible I never saw them before.
"Are you going to rob me?" That was Devin's question towards the three thugs with a trembling voice, hoping that was not the case. Of course, Devin knew logically that hoping they would not rob him was laughable, but a man could dream, couldn't he?
"It seems you recognize your situation", said the biggest guy of the three with a satisfied look on his face. "Drop everything you have on you, no exceptions". He threateningly extended his big right hand at him and his two comrades hunched forward, sneering at him. At that moment Devin knew the situation was quite bad for him. He was not somebody who was really strong, and he hadn't had martial arts training for over eight years. Therefore, Devin had no means to defend himself from these thugs. He also doubted if he screamed for help that anybody would come to help him. Who would after all help somebody that looked as foreign as him in this new world?
What should I do in such a bad situation!? This question, born from his panic which resulted from his fear towards the three menacing looking young men came at such a speed that it could rival a bolt of lightning. The young man knew he had to do something fast, or he could lose his life or his belongings, the only things he could most likely sell here, so he could obtain money in this strange new world and build a new life from the stretch. Even if the three thugs would spare his life they would surely take his belongings like his smartphone or iPod, which he bet he could sell as some sort of magical item for a high price to obtain money. But before the three thugs could reach him, a voice interrupted them.
"Hey guys!" A boisterous voice spoke full of life, confidence and urgency. The thugs and Devin confused at the interruption turned their heads in the direction of the voice. To Devin's surprise a young girl interrupted them running towards their direction, definitely looking no older than fourteen years. He could see she had blond short hair, red eyes brimming with determination and clothes that were of low quality and were worn out.
"It seems you all are in quite the situation", said the girl now between the two opposite sides as she examined each one of them.
"Well, it's not my problem. Live strong!" Those were the last words the girl said before she ran away from them and then over the wall at the end of the alley much to Devins shock caused by him seeing such a superhuman feat which should be outside the realm of possibility.
Why did it feel like I knew her? That is impossible. I have never met somebody like that. I would have surely remembered a person with red eyes. No! I must concentrate on the situation here right now. These thugs are not going to disappear just because of this girl. Wait, they are still distracted from the girl's appearance. This is my chance to run away!
Seeing an opportunity to flee away from the thugs, Devin sprinted straight through those three of them, exiting the alley. But as he exited the alleyway he suddenly fell to the ground. Sitting on the ground he stared at it in bewilderment. Devin could only ask himself what happened with the ground from the street. After all, it was now frozen.
Before I entered the alley the ground here was normal so what happened here? Is that magic!?
Before he could lift his head so could analyse his surroundings to search for a reason why the ground changed he heard an angry voice, one that took his attention completely.
"You must be the thief that stole my insignia!"
Wanting to know of course who accused him of stealing something just as he moments before had nearly been robbed, Devin looked straight at the source of the voice. As his eyes found the source of the accusation they widened as if seeing something that should be against all logic of the world more than he already experienced in the last hours or so. Because before his eyes while he sat at the ground with a dropped jaw stood a girl with beauty outside what he thought possible in the real world. No, before him stood a person that should not be real.
Just before him stood a girl, her arms crossed under her breasts with silky silver hair, beautiful purple eyes that had a bluish tint in them, porcelain skin that had no blemishes, and wore clothes straight out of a cosplay. She also exuded an aura of such power and mystery that Devin was struck silent. No, that was not the only thing; after all, before his eyes stood a person that should not exist. No, a person that could not exist. After all, fictional characters could not exist in the real world.
"Well!?"
Annoyed at the man not answering her question, the beauty got closer to him and bent over her body, so she could situate her face directly at his face with an annoyed expression causing her to narrow her bluish-purple eyes at him. Devin could see that she was losing her patience with him.
"Once again, where is my insignia!?" This question from the beauty was directed at the young foreign-looking man for her and everyone else in this world that seemed stupefied from her appearance.
This is not possible. I can not have such bad luck, thought Devin as he looked at the silver haired and purple eyed half-elf with eyes that were filled with horror. Devin felt like vomiting again and cursing every god in existence that he could remember from his home world for his misfortune.
This is Emilia! That means I was not just transported to another world. Oh my god. I was self=inserted into Re:Zero! The most nightmarish place beside Worm from Wildbow!
AN: A warning here. There are not going to be any consistent updates because of college assignments. I am always ready for constructive critcism. I wish you all a good day.