Long-Chin Boss Man

So, I guess this is it.

The end of my life.

I couldn’t help but mutter some meaningless words to myself. 

Maybe it was regret. Maybe it was every stupid choice I’d ever made—every mistake that snowballed into this final, pitiful moment. 

But whatever it was, not even Buddha could save me now.

And just like that... I died.

UGH.

My body plunged off the cliff, tumbling past tree branches and rocky ledges, flailing like a rejected ragdoll in a simulation glitch. Somewhere between the second and third bounce, I realized no one was going to find my body. Not down here. Not in this void of foliage and broken dreams.

And yet—

Despite the dramatic fall and the unceremonious “death,” something shifted.

Misfortune twisted. The world tilted. 

And all of sudden, a blinding light of hope cracked through the pitch black of darkness.

Literally.

“Where... am I?”

My voice rasped out as I blinked into the new scene—because yes, it felt exactly like that. 

A scene. The one from anime. Like the backdrop of the universe had been yanked off and replaced with a shiny, vibrant one from a fantasy anime’s first episode.

Gone was the midnight that accompanied me before.

In its place: a searing midday sun, a stretch of golden savanna grass, and—wait, grass?

Yes, I couldn't be mistaken. Indubitably, I was lying on grass.

Real grass.

I touched it. Ran my fingers through it like I was in a shampoo commercial.

This was the first time in my entire life I’d ever done that. 

Hey, don't insult me like I'm some kind of trash. Just... urban living, okay?

Also, what the hell was I wearing?

I sat up—and stared.

Armor. Full body armor.

Not the plastic cosplay kind either. But an ordinary one.

Indeed, this was a glistening, polished, anime-tier armor. 

You know... the kind—shiny shoulder pads, layered greaves, and a cape that fluttered even when there was no wind. The kind of gear you'd find on some overpowered chosen one with a tragic backstory and a harem by episode three.

But before I could admire myself any longer...Something loomed.

Wait—Are those footsteps?

No way.

No no no no no—!

And right on cue, boss music started playing in the back of my mind. Or maybe it was just my anxiety-induced imagination going off like a fire alarm.

Either way, this couldn’t be anything good.

Because the thing walking toward me?!

It was a guy.

A man with the longest chin I’d ever seen in my life.

A literal facial skyscraper. This dude’s jawline could’ve hosted its own spinoff series.

It didn’t belong here. It belonged in some other show—definitely a darker, grittier one where so many powerful characters actually died, killed in action.

And not just the chin.

His body was the kind you only see in fighting games or protein powder commercials—broad shoulders, a six-pack visible through his hoodie, and muscular arms that looked like they’d choke out a bear just by flexing.

This was an overkill. Completely unfair.
I hadn’t even done the tutorial yet!
The chiseled menace strode closer, eyes narrowing.
“Who are you?” he said. 

“Why are you here?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. 

Then opened it again like a confused fish.

After that, it happened.

BEEP BEEP!

No.
No, don’t you freaking dare!
A glowing interface appeared behind him—sleek, angular, red text flashing with violent urgency.

“Well, well, well...” he said, cracking his knuckles with the casual menace of a final boss in a prologue. “Whoever you are, today’s just not your day. The system marked you as hostile. I’ve been ordered to eliminate the enemy in front of me.”

Enemy? Wait, let me repeat that again.

ENEMY?!
Bro, I just got here!
I tried to speak. Tried to explain.

But my throat was dry and my brain had packed its bags and left hours ago.

These were desperate times, desperate measures. 

So, it was the right time to use my secret weapon.

Don’t look at me like that. Of course I have one. I’ve always had it. Ever since I was a kid. A power buried deep within—something raw, something primal, something... dusty.

I took a breath.
Steeled myself.
Stood tall and shifted into a totally unnecessary battle pose, hiding my hands behind my back. Left. Right. I swayed like a drunk leaf in a wind tunnel.

This was a calculated move, obviously—meant to confuse him

Disorient his perception. Disarmed his guard.

And judging by the way he squinted, long-chin boss man had no idea what was happening.

Perfect.

I reared back.

Sucked in as much air as my lungs would allow.
And unleashed the technique I had never dared to use until now:

“INFINITE… 

DUST!!!”

I screamed it from the depths of my soul.
And with all the dignity of a toddler throwing glitter at a wedding, I hurled a fistful of dirt right into his face.
What a miracle.
He staggered.
Spluttered. “What the—?!”

I didn’t wait for an answer.

I ran... like a man possessed, like my life depended on it—because hell yeah it did.
The terrain blurred underfoot. Apparently, it wasn’t grass I’d landed on earlier—it was savanna.

Dust kicked up with every frantic step, and trees loomed ahead. Real trees. Shelter. Maybe even hope.

Long-Chin Boss? He wasn’t far behind.

I could feel his presence like a heat-seeking missile powered by protein and violence.

By the time I reached the trees, I swear he almost sliced me in half.
A wind gust flew across my stomach as his blade missed me by this much.
I dove into tall grass.

Tumbled. Rolled. Hid.

And... nothing.

Silence.

He didn’t follow.

Wait—was I invisible?

Was my aura... gone?

Hold up, does that mean I have stealth skills?
Because that’s ironic.
I used to have so much “aura” back in school and college.

Rizz levels off the charts. Girls used to say I had "mysterious protagonist energy.” then talked to me, even asked to do some questionable stuff. (Still a virgin though. Long story. Shut up!)

But now? I was unnoticed by presence alone.

Maybe being "unpopular" wasn’t that bad after all. Maybe it was even... a strength.

And that’s when it hit me.

The grass. The armor. The system.

The walking protein muscle commercial boss man with his long chin trying to kill me.

I’d been isekai’d.
Oh God.
I actually got isekai’d.
I mean, the signs were all there. I fell from a cliff. Woke up with armor. Got chased by a boss-tier dude with a death order from “the system.”
And worst of all?
I wasn’t evem the main character.
Not even close.
I was the fodder.

The random guy who appeared after getting spawned by RNG in Episode 1 just to get blown away by the villain to show how strong they are.

But you know what?
Screw that.
I may have started as an NPC, but this is my story now.

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