Author's Note: After reading a lot of MGQ fics, it's about time I try my hand at writing one. MC will NOT start on Ilias Continent because there just too many stories of an OC/SI rail-roading aka, following Luka and Alice on a pre-determined path.

Chapter 1: Crash Course

"Fuck." I frowned at another loss. I was gambling at the MGM Grand casino in good ol' Vegas trying my luck with the machines, but unfortunately, I had shitty luck for tonight. I couldn't even get one Wild; it proves my theory that these goddamn games are rigged. The machine I was playing at was my favorite; it was the moon goddess one where if I get some columns of moons, I can get a few free spins.

The Aladdin one was alright, but the mood goddess was the best.

I sighed and put a cigarette to my lips, inhaled, and then exhaled the smoke. Today was Saturday and me and my best friends were indulging ourselves in the Vegas experience after getting our weekly paychecks from our jobs. My family lived nearby the city that never sleeps, so it was expected that our vacation hot spot or weekend hangouts would be nearby.

And thank god for that Covid-19 finally passing. No more fuckin' masks!

I pressed the button and got a decent spin. No moons or Wilds, but at least enough credits to stay in the game. I felt my smartphone vibrate in my pocket; I had to put the thing on vibrate because you can't hear a damn thing other than the chatter of people and the sounds of casino slot games mixing together.

I took my phone out of my pocket and answered it.

"What's up?"

"What's up, Corey? Are you winning, nigga?"

"Nah, man. I got shit luck for tonight, how about you, Trey?"

"Won a few hundred, man. It's good."

"Hmph, as least you can get a little extra."

"I know, hey, want to go shoot some guns and ride Humvees at Battlefield Vegas tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'm down man. Hey, I'm gonna do my weekly drive."

"Okay, when we'll you be back?"

"In like an hour or so. I'm headin' down the strip and then the outskirts of Vegas. What will you be doing?"

"We're gonna check out the Gentleman's Club."

"Haha, it's Spearmint Rhino, isn't it?" I chuckled.

"You know it, man."

"Well, wait for me. Ya'll ain't gonna be enjoyin' hot girls without me."

"Just hurry up, man. Greg and Ben are getting bored with gambling and are ready to get their dicks sucked by the Vegas THOTs."

"After having shit luck for tonight, I don't mind dicking down a prostitute."

"Haha, alright, man, hurry up with your drive before we start without you."

"Alright, later."

I hanged up and put my phone back into my pocket and got back to my game.

"Come on, baby." I whispered. To my excitement, I got a few rows of moons and got some free spins.

"Fuck yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about!" I said with a grin. My excitement began to die down as each free spin didn't win me any new credits. All I got was a small amount of credits that could have easily been won without the free spins.

"Ah, shit…I hate it when special features do that…" I said with disappointment. You wait to get a special feature hoping to not only get your money back, but to hit a jackpot, but you unfortunately get jack shit instead of jackpot.

"No luck, huh?" A smirking fat ass sitting next to me who was playing his own machine said to me.

"I know, I see you're doing pretty good." I replied. I kept glancing over at his game and saw that he not only got a special feature, but he was able to win over ninety dollars from it. It ain't a jackpot but putting a twenty in and getting more than you put in the machine was fucking awesome.

I would love to put a twenty in and win a million. That would be a dream come true.

"I ain't walkin' out with no cash." I stood up and collected the rest of my money. I didn't want to flush the rest of my paycheck down the drain, but it's also because I can't stand assholes who think they are on top of the world because they're winning more than you.

I needed to take a quick piss. I threw away my smoking death stick and went to the bathroom.

After doing my business at the urinal in the large and fancy casino restroom, I went over to the mirror to wash my hands. I took the time to admire myself.

I stood at six-three with chocolate brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair that was in a buzz cut. I touched my chin and thanked my dad for blessing me with a deep and masculine voice and a strong jawline; I had a beard, but I shaved it yesterday and my chin was smooth. I was fit thanks to working out, but I was more of a lean and muscular build and not bodybuilder buff.

It's funny because back then I used to be obese and out-of-shape, so getting these rock-hard abs and pecs was one hell of an uphill battle because I loved shoving junk food down my throat. That temptation to eat chocolate cookies and donuts gnawed at the back of my skull like a fucking rat. It especially didn't help that my family has a history of being diabetic and I could have had diabetes if I didn't make a change.

For my clothes, I was wearing a black leather jacket that was zipped down with a white t-shirt under it, blue jeans, black Michael Jordan shoes, shades that I had clipped to my shirt, a digital wristwatch, and dog tags. Designer golden dog tags that I got from Amazon; I wasn't no soldier.

As I was looking at the mirror while splashing some water on my face, I heard some poor dude puke his guts out at one of the nearby stalls.

"Shouldn't have drank too much, homie." I thought with a smile. I was thinking about getting drunk earlier, but my friends weren't nearby and it's a bad idea to get shit-faced if no one is there to guide you back home. You could wake up in some stranger's house, on the sidewalk or alley, or in jail because you committed a crime while drunk. And you'll have no memory of what went down.

I left the restroom after drying my hands and face…

Man, this feels so damn good.

I was sitting in my baby, a 2015 black Dodge Challenger, driving down the Las Vegas strip while admiring the sights and sounds of the city that was my home. It was nighttime and I'll never get tired of the pretty lights from the casinos and neon signs shining like stars.

I drove down the strip and into the highway leading out of Vegas; I don't go too far as I always turn back when I got my fill of driving. Sometimes when no cops are around, I like to speed a bit and I know it's illegal as hell but hearing my baby roar to life made me so excited.

I could Uber or Lyft people, so I can drive to my heart's content and get money, but it's the drive itself I like. I don't like strangers sitting in my baby and I only allow my friends and family in him. I had the window rolled down while the nice and cool wind blew in my face and hair.

However, I felt this strange sensation went through me as I drove down the highway. All of a sudden, this tumbleweed the size of a golf cart a few miles ahead of me appeared in the middle of the road and began to roll towards me. Thanks to the headlights of the cars ahead of me, I was able to see it as it was nighttime.

"What the fuck!?" I tried to turn into another lane, but it quickly followed my movements as if it was homing in on me. I also noticed that as it got closer, it began to look less like a tumbleweed and more like a large ball of black smoke; the odd thing was the smoke did not leak out or escape, it was all compacted tightly into a solid ball and it was heading towards me.

The smoke ball went through the few cars that were ahead of me and for some strange reason, the drivers did not react to it or try to swerve out of the way; the ball literally phased through them like an invisible ghost.

Was I the only one that can see it?

That theory was correct when the other drivers kept honking at me for the sudden changing of lanes without signaling to evade the ball; why the fuck can't they see it? Alright, calm down. If the ball was passing through the drivers, then I should be able to go through it with no problem.

So I drove like normal, but my nervousness grew as it got closer and closer. It hit the front of my car and I was hoping it would phase through like it did earlier for the drivers, but to my shock, everything went pitch black instantly as if I just drove into a dark cave. My headlights didn't help because not only did it feel like I was in a cave, but the cave was filled with very thick smoke, so the lights didn't help at showing me where I was.

Switching to my fog lights didn't help as the darkness seemed to absorb the lights. I tried to stop, but my car drove faster and faster; the radio turned on began to play nothing but static, turning the steering wheel didn't work as it was somehow locked in place, and my headlights were flickering like crazy. No amount of stomping on the brakes did anything to slow my baby down.

It was like my baby was possessed and operated on its own that made me think of that movie Christine with the car that had a ghost in it that drove itself.

80 MPH…

90 MPH…

115 MPH…

The car just kept going faster and I was helpless to stop it. As I was driving through the cave, flashes of blue lightning that was so bright would sometimes appear every few seconds, some of them hitting so close to my baby. The fear and nausea washed over me during this fucked up shit and I didn't know if I was going to die.

It felt like years going through this tunnel, but finally, a sudden bright flash of light filled my world…

My eyes shot open and I jumped up from sleeping like I just had a bad nightmare. I found myself sitting in my baby and thankfully, he was parked. I honestly thought I was going to crash and to finally discover that I lived, I sighed in relief. I was mere seconds away from pissing and shitting on myself.

However, that nausea returned with a vengeance and I quickly got out of my car, knelt down, and puked on the ground.

"Ah, fuck!" I wiped my mouth with my arm and slowly stood up. It was good that I was alive and all, but where the flying fuck was I? I looked around to see that I was in the middle of a large grassland in the afternoon with the sun bearing down on me.

How the fuck did I go from a highway near a big city at night to bumfuck wilderness in the middle of nowhere at afternoon?

"Calm down Corey, calm the fuck down…" I whispered to myself as I felt fear grasp my heart.

"I'm just sleeping; I'm either drunk on my face after fucking a slut in my room, or I simply messed with drugs and I'm high as a kite like Kenny from South Park that took cat piss up his nose…" I tried telling myself, but I just couldn't believe it.

I sipped on no alcohol while I was gambling, took no drugs, and all I had was just a plain cigarette. Smoking doesn't make you trip hard like on acid, so it couldn't be that. Maybe if I hurt myself, I can wake up…

"Sorry what I'm about to do baby…" I pulled back my fist and punched the front tire as hard as I could. I felt agony jolt through my hand.

"FUCK!" I swore and gripped my aching hand with the other one. Okay, it looks like I am awake and didn't lose my sanity. It looks like I'm definitely in this Bermuda Triangle shit, but why am I here? Who or what put me here? I need fucking answers and it looks like…

I threw on my shades and narrowed my eyes to see some buildings from a distance; they were faint and quite far away, but I can make it out just a little bit.

"Bingo, civilization. Maybe they can tell me how I got here. Oh, god…I hope this is just one big realistic dream and I'm not in Dorothy's position with the whole trapped in another world shit. I hope there's a yellow brick road I can follow to get me home…"

I hopped back into my baby and started her up. To my surprise, it came on like normal and I strangely had a full tank of gas. It was odd because when I drove on the highway, it was half and I should have lost more gas after it was going crazy fast down the tunnel, but its full like I just tanked it up a few minutes ago.

I took out my phone and noticed that it too seemed to have got an enhancement. It was at full energy when it was down to sixty percent when I left MGM Grand. Did the lightning bolts refill my smartphone and gassed up my car? What the fuck? Oh, and I had no Wi-Fi connection or signal at all, so unfortunately, calling or texting anyone was out of the question.

I might have to get out my shotgun and pistol. My friends asked me why I keep a shotgun and Colt in the trunk of my baby, it's because to prepare for a SHTF scenario and crime has been on the rise in Vegas. I heard about the incident of a bunch of muthafuckas on scooters attacking people on the Vegas strip, so I'm prepared if someone wants to fuck with me.

Thank god my crackpot paranoia actually benefited me instead of everyone thinking I was crazy.

Speaking of that…

I got out of my car and went to the trunk to take out my shotgun, a 12-gauge Benelli M4 with a light, red dot, and a side saddle that can hold seven shells and a 9mm Colt 1911 that also had a flashlight.

I put the shotgun in the passenger seat and put my trusty Colt on my belt. I began to drive towards the buildings and my baby wasn't meant for off-roading, so driving through the wilderness is going to do a number on him…

I arrived at a medieval looking village. It had cottages that only got up to three-stories and there was no cars or asphalt roads anywhere; it was all dirt. Some people dressed in medieval attire and was walking around and doing their business, from dudes with swords on horseback to merchants selling their stuff to customers, but when I arrived, they immediately stopped what they were doing to look at me.

Their looks ranged from confusion, awe, and to a little bit of fear as they murmured in puzzlement.

Damn, these people act like they never saw a Dodge Challenger before. I couldn't find nowhere to park, so I decided to just park my baby into an alley that could fit him in. When I got out, I had a bunch of people ranging from swordsmen to curious villagers observing me.

"Who are you and what was that thing you were operating?" A guard said to me.

"My name is Corey Winchester and I come from Nevada, Las Vegas in the good' ol United States of America. What is this place?" I asked the man.

"You are in Succubus Village, Mr. Winchester. However, I do not know what this America that you speak of, but you didn't answer my question about the thing you were operating." He replied back to me. After he said that, it confirmed my fear as shock overwhelmed my senses.

He doesn't know what a car was…

He doesn't know where America was or is...

He and the people were dressed like they just came out of Game of Thrones…

Oh god.

I began to sweat as nervousness washed over me. This straight up tells me that I wasn't in Vegas anymore, I was in Ash's situation of being transported back to the past in Evil Dead. However, what the hell kind of place in medieval Europe has a village called Succubus Village?

In fact, come to think of it…the name Succubus Village sounds strangely familiar…

"Sir?"

"Huh?" I asked, not realizing I was spacing out about my trouble.

"What is that thing?" He asked again.

"It's a…advanced carriage." I replied.

"It doesn't need no horse; it can move by itself with machines and gears and can move faster than any animal." I added.

"Oh, you must be from Grangold then. We have heard that they are building new technology with help of their monster slaves, but to be able to construct a carriage that moves without a horse to pull it, is armored to the teeth, and moves quicker than a horse-pulled carriage is truly astounding." He remarked in awe.

"I heard they have robo-maids!" A village kid spoke up.

"I also heard they have a Golem Girl that protects the castle!" A woman added.

The other guardsman and villagers were still gazing at my baby like it was a pretty magical unicorn. However, the name Grangold sounds familiar as well…

"You are also quite dark-skinned, Mr. Winchester." Another guard said to me.

"Hmm, must be no Africa in this world." I thought with amusement.

"Do you know who the leader of this village is?" I asked him to change the subject.

"Oh, we'll take you to her right now. Nick!" The guard turned to another guard.

"Yes, sir!"

"Inform the Village Chef of the new arrival."

"Understood!"

I decided to go with the fact that I came from this Grangold and was just exploring and sightseeing around. After that, the people went back to their daily lives, but I still got weird looks that were mainly aimed at my baby. I asked who the leader of the village was, and he directed me to the Village Chef's house.

I looked at my baby to see some people were looking up close and even touching it. I pulled out my smartphone and I still didn't have any signal. I sighed and placed it back into my pocket and continued onward.

However, before I made it to the house, this teenage girl wearing dirty farmer clothes with short brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes walked up to me. She looked strangely familiar…why the fuck do I recall seeing this familiar shit, but I can't remember where…

"So is it true that Grangold is building more of those "metal carriages" like the one you came in with?"

"Yeah, they are." I quickly said to her. I didn't have time to talk, I needed to find out how to get the fuck back home.

"My name is Nina by the way, maybe you can take me and my sister to visit Grangold so we can see more of those metal carriages." She said with a smile.

There it is again…

An older sister wearing farmer clothes that wants to move out, but she can't because her family is poor…

"Are you and your sister poor?" I asked her. She nodded sadly.

"Unfortunately, we are. We hope to get out of town before Purple Sabbath happens, but we can't afford to move, and we can't give up our farm…"

Purple Sabbath? Why does all this sound familiar?

"S-So you mean monsters will attack the village?"

"Yes, we don't want to be raped by the succubi." Nina said with a disappointed sigh.

A town that needs to defend itself against monster rapists? Why did it seem like I've seen this before…?

"I-I need to go see the mayor, talk to you later." I power walked away from him, leaving the poor and sad girl behind me.

The guards allowed me to speak with the mayor and let me into the house and lo and behold, a beautiful woman with green hair, red eyes, and pale skin dressed in a green dress with a bonnet on her head greeted me. The guards left me alone in her living room while she was sizing me up for a moment.

"Welcome to my village, Mr. Winchester. My guard told me about you and I just had to meet the strange man in the machine that came into my settlement." She said with a warm smile. However, I noticed the lust and hunger in her eyes as those blazing crimson eyes looked me up and down like I was a delicious hunk of meat.

Getting eye raped by a sexy girl would have turned me on, but something was really fucking off about her and why did I feel a little scared of her? She's acting friendly and doesn't look intimidating, but alarm bells were ringing in my head for some reason and just like the cases earlier, she seemed familiar…

I have no idea where this Déjà vu sensation is coming from; I know for a fact that this world shouldn't exist and know that its a fantasy world, since these people don't know what a car is, lives in a rural village, and are scared of monster attacks like your typical generic medieval magical fantasy world. However, the issue is I can't tell where I've seen it from. I don't know if its from a dream, movie, anime, or game and its bothering the fuck out of me.

It's like I get it, but at the same time I don't.

Whatever.

I need to calm the fuck down and get some answers here. I hope this chick that's giving me the slut eyes right now will shed some light on where I am and how to get back home.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Winchester." The woman said while directing me to her living room sofa.

"Alright." I replied and took a seat.

I hope to god I can find a way out of here. I have family and friends back home and I don't want them to think I died and went missing.