Prologue

Some people died because they lost consciousness, some people died due to traffic accidents, some people died due to suicidal acts, some people died due to illness, some people died while carrying too much regret, and some people died because they were unfairly killed.

The causes might be various, but they all shared a similar point, that is their lives were short. And when they opened their eyes, they found themselves in a different world.

Absurd as it might seem, they had no choice but to accept reality and learn to adapt. From that point, their stories would continue.

That was very much how most fantasy light novels started.

Heroic tales, exciting adventures, bonded comrades, and beautiful heroines could only be described through words and lines.

A fantasy world.

Excitement, thrill, frustration, envy, enjoyment, elation, confusion, anticipation, agitation, satisfaction, anger, sympathy, contentment, relief, dismay, melancholy, attraction, worry, passion, happiness...

All kinds of emotions jumble up making the experience of immersing yourself in such a world even more wonderful.
A world that was being beautifully embellished, a world that seems to be too captivating and dazzling yet harsh and overwhelming which makes it hard to believe, a world that appears to be far from reality...
A world that might be worth residing in

At least, those were what I used to think and feel.

Nevertheless, it stopped at just being fantasy. It was nothing more than a fiction. It was enticing yet so fleeting. It all came from someone's imagination.

So, the question here is was my thought unfounded all along? 

Waking up one day to find myself in another world might be enough to answer that question.