So this a new world?

 “A hush fell over the void, broken by a whisper. “Lights, Camera, Action,”

Welcome to the void. Mason, I am Afina. About that display, well, it was to lighten the mood of your death, but based on your memories I received of your death, I thought it would be a good idea.

Where the heck am I? Why am I seeing a goddess, petite with black and pink hair, a nice figure shaped like a model, and hazel eyes, talking to me? Is this what heaven feels like?

“You ended your life, saw your friend, a dustless corpse. You couldn’t save him. That grief pulled you under like an ocean, eating at you deeper and deeper. I don’t pity you. I won’t pretend to feel sorry. But in this world, you’ll have the chance to live the life you choose. Do you want that, Mason?”

“Did I act rashly? So many playbacks in my head are still fizzy—like someone threw multiple flashbangs at me. But in reality I heard it. A voice, not someone with a soothing voice as if I was being narrated to.”

“Perhaps you were taking away from my good looks. I saw your selflessness in the military. That’s why I chose you—I don’t want you to relive your past. I want you to see that there’s another side—beyond the blood and sorrow.”

“What world? I asked cautiously, my instincts still wired to the battlefield. Scanning. Waiting. “To see what the catch is to this stunning radiant goddess.” “ I feel uneasy looking at her; this is too good to be true.

“Look, you don’t need to feel threatened, Mason. This world is built on magic. You’ll choose four skills that shape your character. You can be a high elf, an ice mage, or a blacksmith-healer hybrid. Think carefully—this is your only chance. I know it sounds far-fetched. Given your past, this world might not feel ideal. But I can make it military-based, with magic, guns, and combat. That alone isn’t your typical isekai world.”

“So let me get this straight. You saw my helpless deeds and want me to live in this… isekai world? To give me a second chance at living? What even is an isekai world? Silence filled the room, suffocating me as if I had angered Afina.”

“An isekai world is where you are transported to with strangers, a new world, places that you never got to explore, and many different possibilities here.”

“WHY NOT MAREK FIRST!? My blood raged like I’d just been lit up by a .50 cal. My soul was still trapped on the battlefield—waiting for redemption. I should be grateful. I have a chance to live again… to choose my own actions. So this is PTSD, huh? Kind of ironic, don’t you think, Mrs. Afina?”

“Look at you—pitying yourself over a second chance. Pathetic.
Take pride in what you've done. Dragging wounded soldiers to MedBay. Helping civilians in the middle of chaos.”

“Maybe I can save people in this world… and feel whole again. UGH! I slammed my fist on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum. I calmed myself. I have collected my thoughts. Am I allowed to be a hero? Or is this just a way to overwrite my guilt?”

“Mason, my child. I know you’re still in chaos. I’m sorry about Marek. Truly.
In this world it will be very similar to your world, but you need to build your character the way you want. You can save lives.”

“I understand where you are coming from, Mason. I've been there, feeling rewarded with a blessed chance but not feeling like I don’t deserve it. I will place you in a military-themed world. You can change the path you once went down. Think of it like a kid riding a bike, but you're in your mid-20s. Funny, right?”

“The leveling system is based on intention. It levels up based on your actions and what you do with this world in battle, helping people, etc. You were a sniper and a medic. That will shape your class.”

“You may choose one SS-rank spell, two A-rank spells, and one C-rank spell. Do you understand?”:

“Mason? Are you there? Hello?”

“Yes… yes. I accept.”

“As for my skills—man, this is so hard; there are so many skills that benefit me in so many ways, but I decided on these skills, hoping it won't bite me in the butt like in those cartoons.”

[Skill Selection Confirmed]

SS-Rank Spell:

→ Phantom Veil

A-Rank Spells:

→ Mana Snipe

→ Vital Surge

C-Rank Spell:

→ Pulse Scan

“Ok. I see you have the field of what suits you best. Now as for your weapon, please choose what primary weapon you want with the modifications. Once collected, please choose a sidearm of your choosing.”

“Let me see here; let me use a Kar98k bolt-action, 7.92×57mm Mauser. Known for long-range precision and rugged durability.”

“Interesting, alright, Mason. Now pick the modification for it.”

[Kar98k Loadout]

Barrel: Cold-forged steel, mana-reactive lining
Scope: ZF39 Mana-Linked Optic
Bolt Mechanism: Reinforced with enchanted alloy
Stock: Walnut with embedded rune core Silencer: Mana-dampened, reduces sound and muzzle flash

“I see you want to go with the Kar98k build; it is a deadly long-range weapon in the right hands. As for your secondary, please choose. So I can send you into your new world.”

“I chose a Glock 19 as my sidearm. Ok, now I have a question: am I able to use my modified gun?”

Mason, to answer your question. Yes, you will be able to use the gun, but as for the modification, yes, but there won't be any mana from you yet.

“I landed in this odd world. Where was I? Why is there a busty lady with pale skin, a nice body, and a nice build? As if she was my dream girl, her hair black, glasses, and she smells like lavender and flowers.”

Hello, Mason, I'm Nyx.

I grabbed my gun, but it wasn't there. Where was it? Why can I not find it anywhere?

“Nyx Whoa there, don’t panic, Mason. I saw you fell out of the sky and landed on your butt. So much for this “Did you fall from heaven?” line. Nyx, scuff, in due time, Mason, I will tell you, but for right now, take this acceptance letter to a military school. I am Nyx, the school principal. Your build is hot. Erm, anyhoo, you caught my eye. If you want to come when you are ready, darling.”

“I blinked and she vanished—no trace, no footprints, no nothing. I crawled looking for my gun; after some searching I found it. Boy, am I glad to have found you.”

The wind blew hard, as if it was piling up.

I looked around. I needed to survive. I got into a prone position, as if I was about to get ambushed. I pulled back the metal loaded barrel; as I shot it, nothing came out—it was empty.

I found a stick, not sturdy, but it will do. I grabbed the stick, broke it, and tried my best so it could be effective. I felt like a stranger to myself. I staggered in the woods looking for food. My stomach growled.

Man, I came into a unique world just to die of starvation. That is ironic as hell, as I giggled. I knew my head was fucked up, just like I am. I took a deep breath and started to embrace my stoic, heartless self.

I wonder if anyone ever told me that they loved me. Ha, that's funny coming from me; the only person who loved me as a brother was Marek, and now he is gone.

I heard the bushes rattling. I was ready in a prone position as if I was in a tribe hunting for my prey, no gun, no knife. Just this stick it fiddle little self isnt gonna do jack. RAWR!! It came closer to me; it made me stay alert and ready to bolt. I took a quick look, and it was a cat. Huh, now I am losing it for real. I am going to write a book manual and call it "How to Survive a World While Being Mentally Unhinged."



This school is based on those who are exceptional; either you got this note due to the fact you are unique, or you got lucky. Since you are reading this, let me explain how this world works. There are different fractions, good or bad; it doesn't matter in this world.

We all have a motive to paint this world how we want. This is a magic system called the blood system; no, it's not actual blood. The magic part is this system called the disk. The disk is not your average leveling-up system; it works based on the actions and moral compass of a human.

Think of it like this. Good deeds level up; evil deeds do not level up, and you will be a wanted criminal. Though it is not that simple, the deeds have to be genuine and not just fluff to level up. The school will be in a city called Hamilton Academy.

I put the letter in my pants, and I walked through the woods till I saw the city of Hamilton. I jolted as if I were the Flash, and I arrived at. Hamilton, where the young and bold teens find their true selves.

The guards have guns pointed at me as if they aren't afraid to pull the trigger.

Why is your business here, you ugly-looking thing?

I am here for Asgard school.

Please, you, to that academy? You make me laugh, but for real, why are you?

I gave them the note. Tsch, I can't believe they are letting anyone in there now.

Yea yea, whatever, fatso, as I flip him off with my finger and smirk. In this world they don't know that I flip them off. Ha, idiots.

As I entered the town, it was lively; there was live music and open markets that sold food, clothes, and magic items. It felt like heaven—no gunfire, no distress, just one big family. Man, I do miss my family. I do hope they are doing well without me being there. I was greeted by many foreigners in this town, lovely people. Then I had a bump into this female named Isela—hot name, right? She was this Latina with a nice curvy body, but she was feisty. Her role was a demolisher, also known as a breacher. Our eyes locked on to each other; no words were exchanged, but we felt like we knew each other in a sense of bloodshed. As I started to walk away, she followed me.

Isela—Hey you, yes you, Mr. I was staring too hard; you're not bad yourself.

Mason—I remained silent.

Isela, the silent type. Those are hot, but my name is Isela, and I'm a breacher. What are you supposed to be?

Mason, I am a sniper who has highly advanced medical knowledge.Isela, an interesting hybrid, I am a student at the academy. What about you?Mason, Yes, I am.Isela, Ugh, you being so cautious is no fun, sexy. Anyhoo, I hope to see you at orientation. Till then, adios.It was getting dark. I saw a tavern; man, this brings me back to the bars I used to go to. As I stepped in, I got introduced to the owner of this place, an interesting specimen, aye? as I whispered under my breath, That audacity of this human cat.As I went to the front desk, I requested a room to spend the night in so I could get my thoughts together. This human dude bumped into me and whispered, "Can I join your room, heh?" I blushed a little and jolted to my room and closed the door. I was overwhelmed by what I just encountered. Huh, so I can pull both dudes and females; that's pretty cool. I laid down on the comfy bed and just stared at the wall, as my mind took me back to the roots of my previous life. Echoes of gunfire ran through my head all night, the agonizing screams of the innocent, and sighs. So I guess this is my interesting life now. Will I enjoy it? Or will I hate it?