stranded: no way out [vol:1] Chapter 1: Chapter 1 -CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE?

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Vol. 1 – Stranded: No Way Out Chapter 1: CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE ? “What does the world even have to offer?” Mark sighed, staring blankly at the table. “No matter what you do—how much money you make, how successful you become—it all ends the same way. Death. It doesn’t matter if you're Einstein, Alexander, or Michael Jackson. You’re going to die anyway… so why bother?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to process how can someone spin such bs on a Monday morning ?. “Hey,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “did you fail your math test or something? Or lose ranked in Call of Duty? Want me to buy you a can of coffee , I still owe you the lunch money.” Mark slowly turned his head toward me, his expression shifting into something far more dramatic than necessary. “I would kindly request thee,” he began, raising a finger like some ancient scholar, “to grant me the grace of silence if thou cannot comprehend the profound depth of my words regarding the sorrows of the mortal realm.” I blinked. “Is that what they teach you in literature club now?” I shot back. “Be British and regress back to the colonial era? I was telling you the robotics club is better ” “Just shut up, will you?” “Oh yeah? Make me—” The sharp ringing of the lunch bell cut me off. I let out a small breath and stretched slightly, glancing around the classroom as everyone began packing up. And yeah… that dramatic idiot over there? That’s Mark. My best—and perhaps with great regret(not really ,but you get the feelings ,ok) I must say only—friend. Not that I minded not having many friends. I was never really the talkative type anyway. People are… exhausting, to say the least. Still… something felt off today , since I woke up. I frowned slightly. It was subtle. Like… the feeling you get when you are being watched. I shifted in my seat, glancing around again. Nothing unusual. Just the usual noise—students talking, chairs moving, bags zipping. Maybe I’d just been reading too much again, like I am lately doing a lot of reading and watching and more reading. Why? Its simple I got nothing better to do. Its post-exam season afterall , who in their right mind would study? Web novels. Manga. Anime. Whatever I could get my hands on. Thinking about it now… yeah, it was probably getting a bit unhealthy. I rubbed the back of my neck, about to stand up— And then it hit me. A strange sensation. Cold.. no a little lighter like breeze on a cold morning but not exactly that either, it was hard to explain My thoughts stopped, no just dulled . I became lethargic. For a second, everything felt… distant, no , I could feel nothing , nothing at all. I blinked, or at least tried to but it was like I was paralyzed. All I felt was nothing, I couldn’t see anything, nor feel anything. Not darkness. Not exactly. Just… absence. Yes that might be the right word No light. No sound. No feeling. Heck ,I couldn’t even feel my own body. My throat felt dry, at least I think so , but I couldn’t swallow. My chest didn’t rise. My hands—if they were even there anymore—felt like they didn’t exist. It was like.. Like I wasn’t there anymore. I did not know how much time past but I think I am somewhere, but where? I am not think straight but I think something has changed, but what? But now everything is not hopeless, I can finally feel something, it’s like something weighs upon me, something ..heavy? No my chest fells tight, restricted, yes restricted. “So he passed, of course he would he is the patriarch’s son after all, such trial poses no threat to him. Go inform the house, the young master has come out of the forest” “So he passed. Of course he would—he is the patriarch’s son, after all. Such a trial poses no threat to him. Go inform the house. The young master has come out of the forest.” … Ahh. Now I get it. I got isekaied. …Right? But still… this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. The script is simple. Step one: die. Step two: get isekaied immediately. Step three: wake up dramatically and go— “Where am I?