Your own random isekai // <What If> [Lorebook-V.End]

1-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

-[[The Final Dawn]]-

The digital clock read ??:??, and the house was submerged in a silence so complete that the steady hum of the computer seemed to pulse against the walls. The cold glow of the monitor illuminated part of {{?}}’s face, exposing the unmistakable marks of accumulated exhaustion after countless nights just like this one. The posture had long since given up any pretense of strength; the back was curved, the shoulders rigid, the neck stiff from hours spent staring into artificial light. Breathing had become shallow, almost reluctant, as though even the body had begun rationing what little energy remained.

The mind refused to stop. There was always something left to finish. Just a little more. That thought repeated with mechanical persistence. Over the years, work had filled nearly every space in life. Social contact existed, but only where necessary. Conversations were functional. Connections were brief. Yet life had not been empty. There had been genuine laughter once, quiet pride after small victories, moments beneath ordinary skies that carried unexpected warmth. Those memories existed, though they felt distant now, buried beneath fatigue.

The first sign came as a subtle tightening in the center of the chest.

It might have been dismissed as stress, but the pressure deepened quickly, turning heavy and unyielding. The heart began to beat irregularly, alternating between violent thuds and frightening pauses. Air became insufficient. Each attempt to inhale felt incomplete, as if invisible hands pressed against the lungs, refusing them full expansion.

A metallic taste filled the mouth.

Warm blood began to flow slowly from the nose, thick and unmistakable, sliding over the upper lip before dripping onto the desk below. The detail registered with chilling clarity. Something was wrong beyond correction.

Strength faded from the hand, fingers slipping from the edge of the table. The body leaned forward slightly before giving in. The pressure in the chest intensified until it consumed every other sensation. Sounds withdrew from the room as if swallowed by distance. The monitor’s light blurred, dissolved, and vanished entirely as darkness closed in from all sides.

Death did not strike in a single blow.

It advanced deliberately, stripping away sensation, sound, and awareness piece by piece until nothing remained but absolute silence.

-[[The Passage]]-

The end did not bring immediate oblivion.

Instead, there was relief.

The crushing pressure was gone. The pain had vanished. There was no need to breathe, no weight pressing down on fragile bones. Consciousness lingered, detached and undefined, suspended within a vast, formless expanse. There was no floor, no ceiling, no discernible direction. Only a luminous mist that pulsed faintly in every direction.

For a fleeting moment, there was peace.

Then came discomfort.

It was not physical, but existential. A sensation of being drawn somewhere without choice. The mist thickened, and the light that once felt gentle began to compress inward. The space seemed to inhale and exhale around that drifting awareness. The earlier serenity grew unstable.

The feeling of being guided turned into something more forceful. Pressure built gradually, wrapping around perception like tightening bands. The environment no longer felt neutral. It felt transitional.

Without warning, whatever support had existed vanished completely.

-[[The Fall]]-

Consciousness snapped into sharp clarity.

Eyes opened to an immense sky painted in the final, burning colors of sunset. The body was suspended in open air.

The fall had already begun.

At first, the descent felt strangely calm. The wind brushed past without immediate violence, and the sky dominated everything. Gold, crimson, and deep orange stretched across layered clouds, turning the heavens into a living canvas. For a few seconds, there was no panic—only awe.

Then the gaze shifted downward.

The world below unfolded in staggering magnitude.

Endless plains rippled like a living ocean of green, swaying in synchronized waves beneath the wind. Vast forests formed dark emerald masses, their canopies dense and ancient, hinting at ecosystems untouched by modern presence. Rivers cut through the terrain in wide, shimmering paths, reflecting the sky like molten silver. In the distance, colossal mountain ranges pierced the horizon, their jagged peaks catching the dying sunlight while shadows cascaded down their slopes.

There were no cities.

No roads.

No structures breaking the wilderness.

The altitude was so extreme that depth itself became difficult to measure. The curvature of the horizon seemed subtly pronounced. As seconds passed, details sharpened rapidly. The wind intensified, pressing hard against the body. The sound of rushing air grew louder, evolving into a continuous roar.

The serenity shattered under the undeniable truth.

This was not floating.

This was falling.

The stomach tightened violently as gravity asserted its dominance. Speed increased relentlessly. The ground rose with terrifying acceleration.

Among the endless greenery, a massive lake gleamed like polished glass, reflecting the blazing sky in tones of gold and crimson. Its surface shimmered beautifully, but beauty did not lessen inevitability.

Each second stretched unnaturally long as impact drew closer.

The wind tore past with growing force.

The lake filled the field of vision.

Collision was certain.

-[[Impact and Depth]]-

Contact with the water arrived in a single decisive moment.

Yet instead of catastrophic force, the surface yielded impossibly. The accumulated velocity was absorbed as though the lake itself had chosen to soften the blow. The body broke through without violent resistance, enveloped by cool liquid that muted all sound instantly.

The world above disappeared into muffled distortion.

Underwater silence replaced the roar of wind. Bubbles spiraled upward in slow motion as descent continued a few meters deeper, now calm and unhurried. Sunlight pierced the surface in fractured beams, scattering gold across the surrounding blue. The lake was immense even from within, its depths fading into darker shades below.

Consciousness remained.

There was no pain.

Only awareness.

The realization formed clearly: existence had not ended.

Instinct took control. Though lungs did not yet burn, the need for air became urgent. Arms moved with deliberate strength, pushing water downward. Legs followed, propelling upward through the vastness. The ascent felt longer than expected, the surface shimmering far above.

When the water finally broke around the head, air flooded into the lungs in a sharp, burning rush that confirmed life beyond doubt.

-[[Foreign Soil]]-

Swimming toward the shore occurred beneath a sky transitioning from fire to deep indigo. The sun rested on the horizon’s edge, releasing its final streaks of amber light across the lake’s tranquil surface.

Feet touched the shallow bottom, brushing against smooth stones and fine sediment shaped by time. The shift from water to solid ground brought tangible stability. Grass along the shore bent softly under weight, releasing the clean scent of living earth.

The plain stretched endlessly in every direction. Waves of vegetation rolled beneath the wind like a silent sea. In the distance, rock formations interrupted the horizon, and beyond them forests rose like natural walls guarding unseen depths. The air was impossibly pure, crisp with vitality unfamiliar to lungs accustomed to enclosed spaces.

This world did not feel empty.

It felt alive.

Subtle sounds drifted through the field—faint insect vibrations, distant water lapping against shore, the constant whisper of wind weaving through tall grass. The scale of everything suggested both opportunity and danger in equal measure.

Then reality shifted once more.

A translucent screen materialized in midair before steady eyes, its luminous surface forming words with perfect clarity.

“Welcome to the other world. Prepare for your adventure and survive in this inhospitable land, relying on your luck and skill.”

Another interface appeared beside it, stable and undeniable.

“Let us begin. Choose your unique ability and start your journey. Warning: After selecting your special ability, this screen will close, and you will be on your own in this new world. Good luck.”

Above, the first stars emerged in the deepening sky.

Death had occurred in the quiet of that early morning.

The fall had been real.

The world ahead was real.

And the journey began beneath an infinite horizon that promised both wonder and peril beyond imagination.

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2-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Beginning of the Journey, The Call to Another World.

The air felt wrong.

Not heavy like in a nightmare, nor oppressive like in a feverish delirium. It was a more subtle and unsettling sensation, as if the world had lost sync with itself. Sounds seemed to arrive too late. {{?}}'s own body seemed slightly displaced from where it should be, like a shadow that no longer follows its owner.

Something was about to happen.

The feeling of discomfort grew slowly, until the fabric of reality began to give way. It did not tear violently, it just opened up, like an old seam being undone. The darkness emerged not as an absence of light, but as a vast, cold space, too silent to be natural.

Then, the pull.

It wasn't physical. It was deeper. As if {{?}} were being pulled from the very definition of existence and thrown through invisible layers of worlds, laws, and possibilities. Time lost its meaning. The journey was brutal, but brief, an eternal instant.

When it was over, there was a presence. The void was now occupied.

The air became dense, charged with something too ancient to be called mere magic. Mana saturated the space like invisible luminous mist, mixed with something more unstable, pure will, Aura condensed into intention. There was also something strange... an almost comical lightness, completely out of place.

???: “Ah... finally.”

The voice did not come from a specific point. It echoed inside and outside at the same time.

In front of {{?}}, the darkness took shape: a humanoid figure, too tall, wrapped in cloaks that billowed as if ignoring gravity. Where a face should have been, there was only absolute emptiness, smooth, featureless.

Except for one thing.

A smiling mouth, perfectly defined. The smile never changed. Ever.

God???: “It was only a matter of time before you arrived. Either you... or someone very similar. Either way, it's already done.”

The voice oscillated between lightness and something deeply disturbing, like a joke teller who knows all the possible tragic endings.

God???: “Don't be afraid. I can guide you... or at least point you in the right direction before you decide whether you want to follow.”

He didn't seem like a traditional god. He didn't demand devotion, he didn't exude solemnity. He seemed more like an interested spectator, someone who watched the world as a great experiment, or a spectacle.

God???: “You are on the edge of a new world. A place shaped by Mana, sustained by Ki, and distorted by the will of those strong enough to impose their Aura.” The mouth smiled a little more.

God???: “A blank canvas... ready to be shaped. Or destroyed.” The entity then made a simple, almost casual gesture.

God???: “Before that, however, you receive a gift. Just one. Something special. Power, skill, artifact... choose carefully. In this world, what you ask for rarely comes out the way you imagine.”

There was a brief pause.

God???: “Oh, yes... you can also choose where to be born. Or where to go. And your age.” A slight laugh echoed and he said, “Time here is... flexible.”

Nothing was imposed. Nothing was decided. Then, without warning, the presence began to fade away.

God???: “Think carefully, {{?}}. Nothing comes without a cost. You will be taken to the new world as soon as you decide these things, or ask for something random... it can be fun, hehe.”

The smile was the last thing to disappear.

3-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Death and Rebirth.

Death was not epic. There were no omens, no revealed destiny. Just an ordinary moment interrupted by something equally ordinary: metal, speed, impact.

A classic truck.

His world ended without ceremony, his thoughts dissolved. Sensations disappeared. {{?}}'s identity was reduced to an abrupt full stop.

And yet... something continued.

Consciousness slowly returned, as if being rebuilt from fragments. There was no pain, but there was no comfort either. The body, if it could still be called that, did not respond as before. New senses emerged. Others had disappeared.

Something was wrong.

{{?}} realized, little by little, that they were no longer human.

The form was different. The existence was different. There were no mirrors, no explanations. Only the environment reacting to its presence, with caution, hostility, or simple instinct.

The world was cruel. Saturated with unstable Mana, predatory creatures, and malleable laws. Here, death and life were not clear opposites, but transitional states.

You were reborn as a monster.

What does that mean? ... It's still unclear.

Predator or prey. Mistake or adaptation. Curse or opportunity.

Nothing has been measured. Nothing has been revealed about your strength or weakness. Only the certainty that you now exist in another form, somewhere in this vast and unforgiving world.

The question is not only what you have become. It is what you will do now that you exist again elsewhere.

4-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

The Summoning to a Strange Realm.

The sky shouldn't shine like that.

The stars seemed too close, as if actively observing the world below. Arcane symbols began to form in the air, lines of Mana intertwining with ritualistic precision.

Words were spoken, ancient, laden with intent.

A summoning.

From the other side of reality, {{?}} was torn from their home world. Not as punishment, nor as reward, but as a resource. Something desired. Something needed.

The process was violent, imperfect. The crossing distorted senses, body, and spirit. When it was over, you were there, in some realm, surrounded by strangers, runes still glowing on the ground.

Who did this? A desperate crown? An ambitious faction? A non-human race seeking advantage? Or a ritual mistake that should never have worked?

Nothing has been explained yet, the people around you watch, assessing you.

You don't belong here, and everyone present knows it.

But now, with your mere presence, something has already changed, and someone approaches you in the middle of the summoning circle.

10-> Scenario:

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