A/N: I've had this idea for quite some time now. So I came to a conclusion that I should write it so I won't forget it. Let me know what you Ladies and Gentlemen think of the Fanfic... Or start another rage comment, either way. You're giving my story attention. (Warning, very insensitive with jokes and less than amiable grammar.)

MC Pov

"No! For the last time! No! I'm not feeding the damn Fiora! She's more fed than a four hundred pound overweight human being, and can still move like the goddamn Flash!" I yelled into my microphone.

"Oi! Who's fault was it anyway!?" My friend yelled back, but thanks to his shitty microphone. Every time he speaks, static assaults my ears.

"Blame Top! Quite literally saw them pick Fiora but noooo, they had to pick K'sante. The Champ is good, but against a Fiora? Fuck nah!" I explained, slightly leering at our fourteen deaths Top laner.

I nearly had a stroke when Fiora just immediately deleted our Nautilus support, that already has four items completed.

"Fucking shit! This is a surrender, start the poll" I said, tired from trying my damn hardest to help carry our team to victory.

"Fucking hell, this would've been less stressful, if our damn team just surrendered" Again, his microphone hurst my ears, but he has a point.

"True, saw the defeat coming from champ select... Kinda wished I was Top. See if I could've done better, but let's leave it at that for now... It's been eight hours"

I heard something crash from his side, a couple of hasty thuds, and a slap on the table.

"Eight hours!? Fuck! Mom's gonna turn me inside out if she finds out, I didn't do jack shit in the house while, she was gone for her overnight clubbing! Damn woman and her middle age identity crisis! I'll talk to you later asshat!"

"Go suck a cactus, fuck head. Make sure to trip on the way down your stairs!" I yelled back, and he yelled back another broken "Fuck you" from his shitty microphone.

I let out a chuckle as I disconnected from Discord. Damn fucker... Wished he was my actual brother. But instead, I got an older sister that doesn't know jack shit about cooking. Fucker can't even toast bread right!

I huffed in annoyance and stared at the Home Screen of League.

"Fucking hell... This game has me in a choke hold, and I haven't escaped since Season Six. But at least, I got to meet the jackass" I smirked, reminiscing about our first meeting... Mordekaiser and Aatrox Botlane... Damn. Those were the days, until RIOT reworked Mordekaiser.

I checked the time, and it's already Four in the afternoon... Gawddamn we played for eight hours straight. And I missed lunch cause I'm home alone, due to my Family doing their own business.

"Damn, on a Sunday as well. Oh well, I guess I'll go grab something to eat, then get some shut eye. I'm gonna need it to finish my assignments later." I said to no one, but myself. Honestly, I should probably keep my monologues in my head.

I got up from my chair, head straight to the kitchen, grabbed some leftover chicken, and started eating after I turned on the TV.

"The sudden increase of this odd phenomenon, has drastically increased the worries of both government officials, and civilians. Purple lightning strikes has increased, but the bystander casualties are rare and non-fatal. The government advices to avoid going out when purple clouds appear overhead."

I frowned at the news. At first I thought that someone dropped a fuck ton of colored dye over the clouds, but then realized how rain actually works. Then my second thought was, it probably some light show, but then realized it was in the middle of the day.

All of my theories of how these weird purple clouds came to be was, and still is as outrageous as me surviving this long.

Although, my friend and I do chalk it up to Ei not having some Dango, after either Yae Miko or Aether visited her... Yes, I play that trap of a game too.

I still question my decision on that part today. Oh right... Because of Amber... Fuck, I need to get more copies of her.

"Hopefully, Mom and Sister's ok. But knowing them. They're probably enjoying food while taking cover" I told myself, shrugging.

I cleaned the dishes after finishing, and head on straight to bed. As I lie down, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be struck by the odd lightning. Seeing how the lightning is barely lethal at all, but still somehow forms. Does give my head a lot of things to think about.

Then, as I was about to fall asleep. I jolted awake.

My body felt like I am getting shaken by a massive vibrating machine... Ok, that sounds very wrong. But fuck it! English is tiring, and 'Earthquake' is a better word.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuu-!!!!!" I screeched, my tone changing from deep, to high pitch.

The entirety of my room suddenly flashed purple.

"What in Jesus Fucking Christ with a bucket of Kentucky Chicken, did just happen!?" I mentally screeched as I surveyed my surroundings. Grassy Plains, clear clue skies, and clean fucking air that would make 'Bottled Air' from The Lorax go bankrupt.

Oddly enough, I found myself laying on my back on this hill. And I honestly believed I died as last I remember, was the fact that I experienced getting struck by lightning. But the place I somehow woke up in, still kept my brain occupied enough to distract me from the pain.

The pain of suddenly getting put on the newspaper due to an unfortunate event. I'm probably the first case of a lethal victim of the damn purple lightning.

Although, dubbing this whole shit storm "lethal" is quite the stretch. I mean, I am still alive and my shapely firm butt is intact.

And also my awkward bell- hold up. Ayo! Where! Who! And What happened to my belly! My built-in drum is gone! Now what will my nonexistent girlfriend lay on when we cuddle!?

Ok. That was uncalled for, but self deprecating jokes are funny... For the one that gets the humor.

I grumbled as I check my surroundings more, and in detail. Like that oddly shaped stone, that looks like a dildo a few hundred feet away from me has a suspicious sheen covering it. Or like how that suspicious looking cave inside the forest to my left, sounds occupied with all the damn moaning. And that burning village over the horizon.

Hold up, why the fuck are my senses like... On overdrive and feels like freshly manufactured gears? And why the fuck is that village burning! And why in the nine rings of hell is that cave filled with sounds similar to an orgy from pornhub!?

Suddenly, I heard flapping overhead and saw creatures that should definitely be in court for public nudity and kidnapping... A few of them quite literally kidnapping underaged boys.

Harpies... And by the looks of it. The rapey kind.

"Oh fuck nah! I ain't fucking around and finding out!" I quickly scrambled away, though I did trip on an odd sight. A hiking pack... My hiking pack.

Quickly grabbing it and a few stones and sticks around, I made my way away from the fuck forest and the burning village. Into a more or less safer part of the forest.

As I ran, I couldn't help but feel like I'm being watched. Which isn't helped by the fact that my hiking pack has damn frying pans hanging on it's side! The noise alerting everything inside the forest!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered as I continued trekking.

A half an hour of running later, I found myself in a clearing inside the forest, which is both a good and a bad thing.

One, the clearing has spring water. Two, water means animals I can hunt for food. And the bad part? I'm quite literally getting spotted by a spotlight if I ever set up camp on said clearing. Which is why I decided to set up camp while still in the confines of the forest, for cover and to see if someone... Preferably someone, or something gets into the clearing so I can decipher if a threat or not.

I unpacked my pack... Hah! And did inventory.

"Ok, a rechargeable flashlight both crank and wire. A twelve ounce bottle filled with cooking oil. Two boxes of water resistant matches. Three pairs of clothes, including boxers(Thank god for that). A bar of soap, toothbrush, and basic hygiene supplies. Frying pans. A good length of heavy duty rope. Another kind of rope but the more common and shittier one. A camouflaged hammock from my Aunt who is in the police forces. A survival knife. My phone. A water canteen. And lastly, a half pack of corn beef, oh and some salt and pepper"

I then checked my pockets next. Which was a good thing, because I found a pencil and a small pencil sharpener. And a small notebook that fits in my ass pocket.

"Great, now I can write down my will and last words, before I die of most definitely something stupid" I said to myself, giggling slightly.

Which soon turned to a chuckle, then a laugh, before I did a Light Yagami laugh that most definitely unnerved who is watching me still.

"Jesus H. Christ! What kind of sick joke is this?!" I yelled, which is probably a bad idea, but fuck it! I'm better off dead than trying to endure this hopeless endeavor.

Seriously, I'd rather actually be dead than be in this situation. I most definitely got isekai'd to a world I definitely know! Which mind you is not the best, nor the worse. As it's dealing with a stupid problem, and a more apocalyptic problem.

I just hope that I die from a pitfall or a tree toppling on me, than death by snu snu.

At least, the former two are instant depending on the circumstance, while the latter can, and will mind break me.

Although, since I did get isekai'd. I'm going to test out if I have some sort of power. Oooooh! I wonder what kind will I have?

After recollecting my knowledge of fantasy magic from fanfics. I cleaned up everything first, so just in case, and started concentrating.

I tried to feel something within me, and I can't tell if something is happening.

"Come on" I muttered to myself, and continued. A few minutes later, I stopped. I might die from a hernia from too much concentrating.

"Shit, seems like I either need someone who is adept in magic to appraise my magic. Or, I'm actually useless... Fuck, Imagine having powers similar to or an exact replica of Ditto, being able to transform into a specific character and be able to use their unique powers and abilities!" I muttered aloud, my sorrow and anxiety forgotten for a moment.

Man, imagine turning into Mordekaiser or a Dragon, or be as talented in crafting as a Dwarf or an Elf. But until then, I suppose I can try living this new life of mine.

I got up, took out the hammock from my pack, looked up, and found a nice place to place my hammock high above the trees for safety.

I equipped my survival knife, which was as large as my forearm. And made footholds on the trunk of the tree... Man, all those years as a child climbing up coconut trees are coming back.

I tied one end on the tree I currently on, before throwing the other end to an opposite tree and repeating the process on said opposite tree.

I tugged on the rope, and found them secure. I the. Looked at the clearing as saw the rays of the sun becoming orange, signaling it's sundown.

"Sundown already? Time does go faster and unnoticed when you're doing something. Oh well, since I'm not hungry. I'll just chill and sleep early, then return to wallowing in despair tomorrow morning... Mom, sis. Hope you two are doing alright... And I'll definitely miss my classmates and family"

Morning came, and I definitely patted myself on the back on this one. Down below me, I saw not one, not two, but three Werewolves... The hot ones, not the Furry ones.

Thankfully, I had half the mind to attach leaves and small twigs on the bottom of my Hammock. Which I should've done before I hanged it, rather than after. But nonetheless, I still am proud of myself for that.

"The scent ends here and straight up" One of the spoke.

"Aw, a Harpy probably got to him first" Another one spoke dejected.

"Damn those birdbrains! This is our territory! Why in Maou's name are they here! And it's the Black Harpies too" Whoa, a little bit racist there, but if I recall correctly. They are named such a thing. So she gets a pass.

"Regardless, we need to up our game if we want a Husband. Their area probably either got attacked by The Order, or they got driven out by another Mamono species" The first one said, their Alpha probably.

I kept myself from making any sound nor movement, allowing them to pass through without getting noticed. I waited for another minute, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Damnit, I need to move and get food before leaving. Canned shit ain't going to keep me alive for too long" I said to myself, grabbing my tiny notebook and writing a short diary of the day.

Climbing out of my hammock, I has the sudden urge to just jump down. And I did without a second thought.

I landed, and felt nearly nothing from the fall.

"Damn, I need to keep my intrusive thoughts in check... One day I might be urged to jump off a cliff" I shuddered at the thought, though now that I've done it... I didn't feel that much of an impact.

I looked down, and nothing is out of the ordinary so I shrugged and unsheathed my survival knife. Took out a rock and using the hammer part of the knife, which is the butt. I fashioned a primitive axe head.

I nodded to myself and took searched for a branch to be it's handle.

A few minutes later, after making some admittedly shitty but still sturdy plant fiber for some rope. I have now a Stone Axe. Fuck yeah! Minecraft baby! All those video's I've watched are coming in handy.

I then repeated the process, only this time. I made a stone spear. A couple of spears. I then hid my pack with some foliage and placed a marker and remembered my steps. Which wasn't much as after a few minutes of prowling the overgrowth of fauna. I has spotted a Buck.

Now, I never had used a spear in my entire life. But, there's a first time for everything. Stand up slowly, and poising my spear for a throw. I suddenly thought of Pantheon from League of Legends, and decided to copy his stance when throwing a spear. Not the best idea, but the Champion has some realistic animations.

Suddenly, I felt my arm grow heavy before it suddenly became lighter. Odd but I didn't mind much about it. With a fierce grunt, I threw my spear.

The entire spear went through the Buck's chest cleanly. Surprising the fuck out of me and said spear embedding itself on the trunk of a tree. The stone tip barely having any damage at all.

I shook off my surprise, and checked myself once more. Yet, nothing is different. Except my belly gone and replaced by a more athletic body... Which I already noticed yesterday... Goodbye Dad bod.

I quickly made my way over the carcass, and heaved it over my body. Making sure the wound isn't bleeding on me, and went after my spear.

I tugged at it, and after a brief struggle. I managed to pull it out. I filed everything for later in my head, because this Buck is top priority.

I cleaned it out within a river I found moving away from my temporary base camp. Which is odd because ima river is close to a spring. But I'm not a geographer. I fancy myself as a gamer and I'm more into paleontology.

Man, imagine transforming into a Tyrannosaur, or a Stegosaur, God. I really want to become a Dinosaur!

suddenly, I felt my backside feel heavier, and I looked behind. Nothing. I found nothing. But the fact that I can still feel weight on my back, makes me uncomfortable.

I shrugged, putting the thought behind me and moved back to camp. Once back, I skinned the Buck. Let the skin be dried, and started a fire. Cutting the Buck to manageable sizes, I checked my pack yet again, and found myself a sack... Wait, didn't I empty everything yesterday? Or did I forgot one of the zippers again? Oh well, I now have a way to carry my game.

I then seasoned the part that I am roasting over the fire with the salt and pepper shakers from my pack. While basic, I don't have much of a choice.

After letting it cook well done, yes, disgusting, I know. I started eating. Then the weight on my back suddenly disappeared. I huffed in annoyance, but continued eating. While not the best, I get to eat Deer again. Last I ate one was when I was hunting with a friend and his family. Although, the meat suddenly became easier to chew... Odd.

After finishing and cleaning up, I decided to check out the spring water... Oh and check what time it is through my phone. It's ten in the morning, and I'm still alone.

Shaking the crawling dread off of me. I made my way to the spring water and found myself staring at my own reflection. The Adam that is staring at me belongs in an otome game.

My name is Adam Omega B. Moreno, a Half American Half Filipino man, with a background so diverse. Uncle Roger can cook Fried Rice with it and say "Fuiyoh". Oh and my once average chubby looks, are mow replaced with an Otome game Character.

My once black hair is now silver that borderlines grey. Similar to Archer EMIYA. My brownish white skin didn't change, which is a godsend. Eyes are now a Golden Amber, that definitely glows in the dark, cause why the fuck not? I swear, whoever fucked up and reincarnated me, is into Archer EMIYA. I quite literally look like a lighter skin EMIYA with Shirou Emiya's eyes.

I am not complaining much, but seriously? Did the God or Goddess run out of ideas or something?

Oh and I am definitely taller. From a standard six foot height, to a six foot eleven. Just a digit short of being a seven footer giant. Honestly, I like my mixed genre height inherited from both parents. Dad is short cause he's more asian than china, and Mom is tall, cause she's more Patriotic than Washington DC. In offensive terms. Lady Dimetresu got Rice Noodled. Though I'm impressed that Dad rizzed Mom hard enough to spawn this horror of a human being.

Man, why am I so unhinged with this shit? Oh right... Probably because. I'M STUCK IN MGE AND WILL DEFINITELY END UP AS A BOY TOY FOR A MONSTER GIRL!" Which I don't mind, but at the same time. Let my first be either an Owl Mage or a Mantis... I... I need help.

Although, now that I have an almost proper way to see why I'm feeling those weird sensations.

I tried thinking of reasons why I am experiencing such phenomenons, but I can't think of any proper explanations. As I continued to ponder, my mind wandered back to the time when I felt my back grew heavier. And it was right after I thought of a Stegosaur.

Suddenly, a multicolored light erupted from my back. Surprising the everlasting fuck out of me, and without pain at all. Grew Stegosaur Dorsal Plates on my back.

My eyes wide as dinner plates. A grin slowly grew on my lips.

"Oh... Ohoho... Ohohohohoho! I'm either lucky, or Lady Luck is horny over me. But! This? This revelation just opened quite literally an infinite paths to take!" I excitedly muttered to myself.

"I'm going to have so much fun"

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