My name is Derik and until recently I was just an ordinary fresh out of college guy until I was stabbed to death by my mother after being cheated on by my girlfriend who is fucking my best friend, yeah not exactly my best week but somehow I find myself in a world from a damn video game. I look about average standing at 5'10 tall and slightly muscular with long black hair and stubble for a beard as I shave fairly regularly.

I suppose I should start with a better explanation as wording it out was never really my specialty I was just your standard guy who more than anything was too ordinary worked in a warehouse that paid pretty good and use my free money to buy video games, anime, manga, etc. I did have a girlfriend but I never really considered marriage and she said she was fine with that, as for my best friend we knew each other since we were kids and we would often play online shooters as he was more of a gamer that liked the "shoot the bad guy" and "kill the enemy" genre. I lived in a small apartment fit for one or two people and the rent was decent minus the bed bugs but they were easy enough to deal with but one night I got a call from a new number saying it's my girlfriend and that she wants me to come over to her place. In hindsight pretty damn stupid that I would believe that considering I know my now exgirlfriend is a creature of habit and she would never just get a new phone without saying anything about it.

Making the surprise visit to my girlfriend's apartment which had a window right beside the door so I could see right through the front window. I could see her and my best friend Joel fucking on the couch to be honest I don't even know if I was mad or in disbelief or indifferent due to the rush of emotions, betrayal is a hard pill to swallow even for the rational people like myself. like any rational person I kicked the door in which gave them the deer in the headlights look I'll be honest I can't even remember what I was yelling at them I just said my peace and left as they were trying to say "sorry" or "It was a one-time thing" but I really didn't care. Got in my car and drove the 20 minutes back home where I found my mother in my apartment having picked the lock.

My mother, that is a story in and of itself but I'll summarize it by saying she is a crackhead who is one of the most racist, narcissistic, and entitled people that I have ever met and if not for my grandpa she would have let me probably starve to death because she was too busy buying drugs and gambling instead of spending the money my grandpa gave her on food and clothes. I'm not even joking My grandpa supported her whole lifestyle she never worked a day in her life. I know for anyone probably reading these memoirs that you're probably blaming the shit out of my grandpa right now but she was his first kid he might have spoiled her a little and even in her adulthood he felt bad about that he told me himself once after we had a few drinks on my 21st birthday.

Back to my mother I hadn't actually seen her for several years given that she was in jail because when I was 18 my mother got really high and ended up blabbing about this time when she was 18 she got three men in jail by accusing them of raping her I had her repeat that while I recorded it on my cell phone. I took this to my grandpa and he quickly worked the court to get these men out of jail knowing that my mother was going to do time which he felt she deserved for this. Before you ask the reason it's because they were black and in court she actually had the nerve to say that they would have raped someone anyway and she saved someone else's life as her defense argument, here's a timeline for you My mother was 38 she got pregnant with me at 20 so these men had spent 20 years in prison for her actions because she also accused them of pouring alcohol down her neck and trying to kill her. Do you even need to ask why I hate my mother and she is the last person I would ever want to see.

Only one of these men were thankfully still alive because One was killed by another prisoner and the second hung himself. There's a big misconception about criminals all standing together, rapists, pedophiles, and wife beaters usually end at the bottom at the totem pole or dead within a few years. The looks of hatred going around that courtroom when I played the recording of what my mother said was intense we're talking you could probably cut the air with a knife or at the drop of a pen someone was going to lunge at her especially from the family of the one who survived. The worst part of all of this was not only did two out of those three men die in prison but she only got six years with a chance of parole after three how the hell is that fair that's the reason why most people agree the American court system is a joke. The surviving man actually came up to me and thanked me cried his eyes out when I asked him if he was going to go back to his family he Said that they gave up on him before he was even convicted and you can never forget the things they said to him hell I could see them balling their eyes out just goes to show sometimes there's no taking back what's done a life lesson worth remembering.

I know that I ranted a little about my mother's story but I suppose it was important given that she is the one who killed me. back to the main issue here after I returned home and found her snooping through my apartment she demands to know where the will is, My grandpa died just a few months beforehand and she was released from prison on parole provided she doesn't have contact with her victims or their families however I was fair game and even if I wasn't she probably would have come anyway. In his will my grandpa had left me a few million dollars yeah in case you couldn't get it at this point he was rich he was some real estate tycoon way back when and he had quite a sum of money most he gave to charity however he gave me a good portion to start my life with on a good note, I think he really wanted me to get married to Maria even though I told him marriage wasn't really on my mind.

Another reason my mother and I had issues wasn't just her drug habit and blatant racism but she really did not like the fact that I was dating a Hispanic girl. In fact one thing that annoys me to admit is that she always said was that Hispanic girls never stayed faithful and that Maria would fuck my best friend when I'm not around, It really pisses me off that she was right about Maria now that I think about it that might have been the reason why I was so dumbfounded when I saw it happen.

I've rambled on about my mother and personal life enough I guess I got to get back to the story or this will turn into a full biography.

"Mom what the fuck are you doing here, get out." I yelled angrily.

"Shut up you entitle little shit where is the will you know I'm owed that money."

Really bitch did you just call me entitled but say you're owed money I've wondered if she could even hear herself talk sometimes. Wait why would she need my money.

"Didn't Grandpa leave you something why the hell do you need my money."

"Shut the fuck up You know he didn't leave me anything, I know you're the one who convinced them to give it all to you." she yelled becoming more irate I've seen her bad before but right now she looked like a certain homicidal maniac from a comic book. "You were always a manipulative little shit I should have had you aborted when I found out I was pregnant but I chose to keep you out of the generosity in my heart and this is how you repay me."

"Manipulative? You know that Grandpa was accused of rape once and it damn near destroyed his whole career." I yelled at her having had a terrible night anyway I wasn't in the mood to deal with her crap, "To be honest he probably should have been done with you years ago The only reason he's still paid for your lifestyle was because I was in it and you damn well know if you aborted me he would have cut you off then and there."

at this point she screamed as loud as a banshee and pulled a knife on me even I didn't think she would go that far but still I can't say it was a surprise.

"WHERE IS THE MONEY!!!"

"Use your head do you really think I'd keep two million just lying around my apartment." I said raising my arms in front of me in case she charged so that I'd have some defense, "Even famous football and NBA players or actors don't just keep 100,000 lying around their house for a rainy day, it's all in banks."

My mother's face softens slightly realizing that there was logic in that, I mean famous people got the best security money can buy I'm living in an apartment with locks from fourty years ago. I noticed that her face was banged up and she looked like shit like she hasn't slept in months.

"They beat me and they used me to satisfy themselves all those n*s and d*s." she had tears in her eyes as she recounted the things that happened to her which it wasn't a surprise from what I've heard in women's prisons they have their own totem pole and all I can assume is that she fell right to the bottom of the pecking order.

I listen to her for a minute but I couldn't feel sorry for her in fact as she explained it I felt myself growing more and more enraged that this woman who would send three men to prison which resulted in the death of two of them was now crying about being abused in her own prison sentence that she earned from doing this. At some point I felt anger subside not because I was understanding or felt bad for her even I just felt done maybe a little part of me hoped the prison sentence would change her or at least would make her less entitled to help her understand that she was in the wrong and that her behavior was terrible but right now looking at this woman who's crying "poor me poor me" just made me done dealing with her.

In hindsight what I did next was probably a stupid idea but I couldn't really help it I just began laughing my ass off as she stared at me becoming enraged again I laughed until I was doubled over on the floor pretty much.

After I collect myself and get up I stare her dead in the eye and say, "You expect me to give a damn after everything you've did throughout my life and throughout your own life, you really think that anyone is going to feel sorry for you when you had everything you could have wanted growing up and you still manage to screw up this badly."

"You bastard! It's you fault I ended up in prison in the first place." she screamed, "If you didn't record me confessing my crime or if you didn't go to the police with your grandpa I wouldn't have been thrown in prison and that man would have been released in a few years anyway."

"Bullshit he got 40 years with a possibility of parole at 25 but due to the severity of his crimes and the fact that his family believed 100% he did it there's no way in hell he would have gotten parole and you certainly wouldn't have vouched for him." I yelled to be honest I'd forgotten she had a knife in her hand at this point a mistake that was about to cost me.

I heard a knock at the door and turned my head and she decided to run up and stab me in the gut she pulled a knife out and stabbed again and again as the door was kicked open by a police officer and all I could hear is I fell to the ground or screams of Maria and Joel. I'm assuming they called the cop because they thought I'd do something stupid like try to kill myself or something but I damn well know they didn't expect to walk into a murder scene everything was starting to go black. I guess she hit something important when she was stabbing me few people know just how many important veins run along the abdomen so all those scenes in movies and anime where the hero gets cut up and blood is everywhere but they still somehow survive is all bullshit. As everything finally faded to black I looked up to see Maria and Joel both just bawling her eyes out saying something. I couldn't hear them at this point as I already gone into shock I did see my mother getting tased and handcuffed so there's that. As weird as it is I can't stay angry at Joel and Maria they both helped me through the worst parts of my life so as much as I want to say I'm holding a grudge I'm not I still wouldn't date her again but I'm not going to hold a grudge if they stay together.

I could see Maria crying into my shoulder although I couldn't feel any pressure and Joel had tears in his eyes as well which I'll be honest he was never a crying man so that meant he was legit sad to see me go at least. As everything went completely black I felt myself sinking though it was likely just a mental thing given that I'd already lost feeling in my body maybe I was falling to hell or I was ascending to heaven I never gave much thought to the afterlife given I was always the more rational kind of guy and never considered what happens after death.

"It actually worked We really summoned someone." I heard a voice say enthusiastically.

My eyes flung open not only could I feel but any pain in my abdomen where the knife impaled me was gone and I stood in a large circle surrounded by a group of men in red robes with bulls printed on them. All I can do was stare blankly for a moment because every idea I had about the afterlife I never guessed that Isekai anime tropes could be a thing of course my mind went back to rational mode and all I could do was ask, "where am I."

"You are in the Mojave wasteland young man." Said the leader removing his hood to reveal an old and tired face, "but we will have to take you to Lord Caesar immediately."

"Okay?!" letting it all sink in but not only was I summoned to another world it was a one that I am familiar with from the fallout games, or at the very least something similar as Mojave wasteland and Caesars legion could just be a coincidence an unlikely coincidence but still a coincidence nonetheless.

The robed men led me out of the tent and as I began climbing a familiar hill I look over and can see a dam in the distance that I recognized as Hoover dam. I internally scream "FUCK" as they continue leading me through a gate where I see right inside several women being forced to move what looks to be sacks of food over to a tent where they are preparing that same food.

I was lead past a crude gladiatorial arena which really was just a bunch of pieces of scrap metal fashion into a circular pit where two guys were duking it out barehanded. Past that resting in the very center of the camp and sitting at the highest point on a hill was the largest tent belonging to Caesar himself. Inside I met him and to be perfectly clear he looked like shit in fallout New Vegas the graphics were incredibly limited due to it already having so much content and decent enough graphics for its time. His face really didn't show it well but he had a brain tumor that was killing him and it looks like here he still has that tumor or at least some other problem because his eyes were sunken in, his skin was pale, and his hair was mostly gone though that could have been due to age or hygiene.

The guards that he had stationed around his tent all looked up at the robed men in surprise as they eyes found me who was wearing a shirt, a jacket, and jeans that looked like they weren't scavenged which another thing that I would only just notice when looking at myself was that my clothes that were covered in blood and punctured with the knife are now completely restored and completely clean.

"So I take it that you are the hero from another world." Caesar said in a shaky voice although he had a smile and seemed a little more cheerful all of a sudden, "Welcome I am Caesar the emperor of the legion, although you might already know this from what we understand the four heroes summoned to this world will have some rudimentary at worst knowledge regarding this world and/or their weapons."

Before I could even answer I felt the cold metal touch my the side of my neck before I even saw the blade. A massive sword made from the bumper of a car at my neck and I certainly knew the only person that could belong to was lanius.