Chapter 1: Great Flower Pot

You ever think about how you’re gonna go out? Heroic battle? Saving a kitten from a burning building? Nah, not me.

 My grand exit from Earth was a flower pot. A freaking flower pot. Dropped from the tenth floor of some fancy Tokyo apartment, it plummeted like a ceramic missile, zeroed in on my massive head, and bamm! I was cooked on the spot.

No epic showdown. No tearful goodbyes. Just me, Kazuto Tanaka, 17-year-old slacker extraordinaire, minding my own business, scrolling through memes on my phone, when the universe decided to yeet me out of existence with gardening supplies.

 If you’d asked me yesterday what the most dangerous thing in life was, I’d have said “bad Wi-Fi” or “spicy ramen regret.” Not freaking flower pots.

Everything went black. My last thought? Well, that sucked.Then came the light. Blinding, obnoxious, like someone cranked the brightness on reality to 11.

 A weird hum filled the air, like a cosmic microwave warming up leftovers. I cracked open my eyes, expecting maybe a hospital ceiling or worst case an awkward afterlife PowerPoint presentation.

Nope. I was sprawled on grass so soft it felt like a scam. The sky above was a ridiculous shade of blue, like someone Photoshopped it to impress Instagram. Birds chirped in perfect harmony, as if they’d rehearsed this crap. 

I sat up, blinking, and muttered, “Where the hell am I? And who thought I’d be cool with starring in a fantasy anime? ”This was not Tokyo. No neon signs, no crowded streets, no grumpy salarymen elbowing me on the subway. 

Just trees, grass, and a vibe that screamed “you’re about to get isekai’d, bro.” I stood, dusting off my jeans, and noticed a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from a nearby bush.

 Not creepy at all. “Middle finger to fate,” I grumbled, flipping off the sky for good measure. “If I’m stuck here, I’m doing this my way.”Before I could take another step, a boom shook the air. 

A flash of light dramatic, unnecessary, retina-searing exploded in front of me. When the spots cleared from my vision, there she was: a floating, glowing, annoyingly smug goddess.

She hovered midair like she owned gravity itself, her silver hair flowing like it was auditioning for a shampoo commercial. 

Her outfit was a mix of ethereal robes and sparkly nonsense, like a cosplayer who’d raided a disco ball factory. Her eyes glinted with mischief, and her grin screamed, “I’m about to ruin your day.

”She pointed at herself, chest puffed out. “I am Aiya! Goddess of Creation, Supreme Architect of This Magnificent World, and All-Around Big Deal!”I stared. “...Whatever.

”Her glow flickered. “Hey! Show some respect, mortal!” She crossed her arms, floating higher to emphasize her divine tantrum.

 “I said, I’m Aiya, the Goddess of Creation! You’re in my world now! “Yeah, you mentioned that,” I said, scratching my head. “Can you, like, chill with the sparkles? It’s giving me a headache.

”She gasped, clutching her chest like I’d insulted her entire bloodline. “You dare sass me? I’m the one who orchestrated your glorious death! “Glorious?” I snorted.

“You dropped a flower pot on my head. That’s not glorious; that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”Aiya cackled, spinning midair like a deranged ballerina. 

“Oh, come on! The flower pot was hilarious! I mean, who dies like that? It’s peak comedy! “Peak comedy for you,” I muttered. “I was just trying to watch a cat video.

”She ignored me, addressing some invisible audience like she was starring in her own reality show. “Anyway, mortals, let’s ignore this grump. I, Aiya, created this world my masterpiece! And I decided to explore it with a lucky human sidekick. 

Enter Kazuto, the Chosen One! “Chosen One?” I threw my hands up. “I was chilling on a sidewalk, and you murdered me for your amusement! Now I’m stuck in some monster-infested fantasy land with a glitter-obsessed lunatic. 

I’m not chosen; I’m doomed.”Aiya pouted, floating closer until her face was inches from mine. “Be positive! I didn’t just yeet you here for nothing. I gave you powers!” She snapped her fingers, and a weird tingle shot through my body. 

My right arm started glowing faintly at first, then bright enough to make me squint.“Whoa, what’s ” I looked down at my hand, which was now pulsing with a faint purple aura. 

“Okay, that’s kinda cool. What is it? ”Aiya grinned like she’d just pulled off the prank of the century. “Flower Pot Mastery!” I froze. “...What the hell is ‘Flower Pot Mastery’ supposed to do? ”She giggled, clapping her hands. 

“You’ll figure it out! It’s super versatile! “Versatile? It’s a flower pot! What am I gonna do, plant daisies at my enemies? ”Aiya waved me off. 

“Details, details. You’ll thank me later.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “So, goddess or whatever “Respect!” she barked, her glow flaring like a strobe light. 

“I could erase you from reality, you know! “Do it,” I said, deadpan. “Sounds like an upgrade from this nonsense.”Her jaw dropped. “What is wrong with you, Kazuto?! “You killed me with a flower pot,” I shot back.

 “That’s what’s wrong with me. So, what’s the deal? You’re the only goddess, or what? ”Aiya puffed out her chest again, striking a pose that screamed “I’m the main character.” 

“Of course! I’m the one and only creator of this world! No other gods, no competition, just me and my genius!”I squinted. 

“Uh-huh. And you’re sure about that? No shady divine coworkers lurking around? ”Her eye twitched, but she waved it off with a laugh.

 “Pfft, nope! Just me, Aiya, the ultimate deity!” The sky flickered for a split second, like a glitch in a video game, but she ignored it and kept grinning.Weird, I thought, but I let it slide. 

“Fine. Can you at least explain this world? Or do I have to guess why everything looks like it was drawn by a hyperactive artist? ”Aiya’s expression shifted, her smug grin twisting into something darker, almost… intimidating. “Oh, Kazuto,” she said, her voice dropping an octave.

 “You don’t get to just hang out here. You’ve gotta prove you’re worthy to travel with me. “Worthy?” I blinked. “I didn’t even ask to be here!”Too late. The sky warped, colors swirling like a cosmic smoothie blender. 

Before I could protest, the ground vanished, and I was falling whoosh! through a tunnel of light. My stomach lurched, my vision spun, and then thud! I landed face-first in a pile of damp leaves.

I groaned, spitting out dirt. “Real classy, Aiya.”I pushed myself up, taking in my surroundings. Towering trees loomed overhead, their gnarled branches blotting out the sun.

 The air was thick with the smell of moss and something… meatier. Vines dangled like creepy Christmas lights, and the distant screech of birds made my skin crawl. 

This wasn’t just a forest; it was a jungle, and it looked like it wanted to eat me.Then I heard it a low, guttural growl. My head whipped around, and there they were: three monsters slinking out of the shadows.

 They were like wolves crossed with Venus flytraps, with jagged green fangs, vines for tails, and eyes that glowed like cheap LED lights.

One snapped its jaws, drooling something that sizzled when it hit the ground.“Great,” I muttered. “Plant-wolves. Because why not? ”Aiya’s voice echoed from the sky, cheerful as ever.

 “Have fun, Kazuto! Prove you’re not a total loser! “How am I supposed to fight these things?!” I yelled, backing up as the monsters crept closer.Her voice sang out, dripping with mockery. 

“Say ‘Uno, Dos, Tres,’ and oh, what’s ‘death’ in Spanish? Say that too~!“What?! That makes no sense!” I dodged a snapping vine-tail, stumbling over a root.

 “Why Spanish? I took French in school! “Just do it, you whiny mortal!”The monsters lunged, their fangs glinting. I had no choice.

 I took a deep breath, feeling like an idiot, and shouted, “Uno!”A sleek black katana materialized in my hand, its blade humming with energy.

 It felt light, perfectly balanced, like it was made for me. “Okay, not bad,” I muttered.

“Dos!”A wave of black light washed over me. My clothes morphed into sleek obsidian samurai armor, lightweight but tough, with sharp edges that screamed “don’t mess with me.” I flexed my arms, feeling like a badass.

“Tres!”A demon-style mask snapped onto my face, its jagged design making me feel like I’d stepped out of a horror anime. My vision sharpened, and a rush of confidence surged through me.The monsters hesitated, sensing the shift. I grinned behind the mask.

 “¡Muerte!”A purple aura erupted around the katana, wrapping me in a storm of energy. My body moved on instinct fast, fluid, like I’d been training for years. I swung the blade, and the air itself seemed to scream. 

Slash. Three monsters dropped before they could blink, their bodies dissolving into wisps of green smoke.I stood there, katana still glowing, my heart pounding but my stance relaxed.

 “...Well, damn,” I said. “That was kinda dope.”Aiya’s voice chimed in, smug as ever. “Told you I gave you powers~!”I yanked off the mask, glaring at the sky. 

“Still not forgiving you for the flower pot.”She materialized in front of me, clapping like I’d just won a talent show. “Not bad, Kazuto! You’re not totally useless! “Gee, thanks,” I said, sheathing the katana.

 “What’s next? You gonna drop a piano on me?”Aiya grinned, tossing her hair. “Tempting, but no. You passed the test, so you get to stick with me! We’re gonna explore this world, fight monsters, and maybe save it from total destruction. 

You know, fun stuff! “Save it?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who made it. Can’t you just snap your fingers and fix everything?”She laughed, but it sounded forced. 

“Pfft, where’s the fun in that? Come on, Kazuto, let’s go find some trouble!”As she floated off, I sighed, following her into the jungle. 

The katana hummed at my side, and the armor vanished, leaving me in my normal clothes. I didn’t know what this world had in store, but one thing was clear: with Aiya around, my life was gonna be a nonstop parade of chaos, monsters, and probably more flower pots.And you know what? I was ready to flip off every single one.