Glitch in my isekai life

When I opened my eyes, the world around me was nothing like the one I'd known.

The sky was a strange, almost pastel shade of blue, unlike anything I'd seen on Earth. The air carried a faint, sweet scent, as if every tree was dripping with honey. In the distance, a city loomed—its silhouette sharp and unfamiliar, like something out of a medieval fantasy novel. I blinked, trying to piece together how I'd ended up here.

But the answer was painfully simple.

I'd been hit by a truck.

And not just any truck. *My* truck. Kun. The infamous harbinger of isekai adventures. It was almost laughable how textbook the whole situation was.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I brushed dirt off my clothes. "Of all the ways to go out, it had to be the most cliché."

I looked around, squinting at the landscape. Lush greenery stretched out in all directions, interrupted only by the distant city. I could already feel my mind racing through the possibilities. This had to be one of those RPG worlds, right? Magic, monsters, quests—surely there would be some system in place to help me navigate all this madness.

"Alright, Tanuj," I muttered to myself, clenching my fists. "Step one: get a system. Every hero in these situations has one, right?"

I stood up, waiting for the inevitable glowing screen to pop up in front of me. A voice from the heavens? Maybe a cool AI? Any second now...

Nothing happened.

I groaned. "Come on, where's my system? Don't leave me hanging here!"

*DING!*

A bright, holographic interface suddenly flickered to life in front of my eyes.

**[SYSTEM ACTIVATED IN 2 DAYS]**

**[Remaining time - 1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes]**

I stared at the message, my jaw hanging open in disbelief. Two days? What kind of ridiculous delay was this? Every isekai protagonist got their system immediately. Why did I have to wait?

"You've got to be kidding me," I grumbled, kicking at a nearby rock. "What am I supposed to do for two days?"

The system screen vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me alone with my frustration. I rubbed my Head, trying to stave off the impending headache. Well, there was no point standing around. I needed food, shelter, and most importantly, a plan. I glanced toward the distant city, its towers rising against the sky.

It wasn't much, but it was my only option.

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**Day 1**

The city was a strange mix of familiar and fantastical. Up close, the stone buildings looked like something out of a medieval painting, but with subtle differences—sharp angles, glowing runes etched into the walls, and an overall design that felt too perfect, too crafted. The streets bustled with activity, but something was immediately… off.

At first, I couldn't put my finger on it. The people here moved with a strange kind of grace, their bodies lean and muscular. And then I noticed it. *Everyone*—and I mean everyone—had an unusually large posterior. Like, cartoonishly large.

"What the…?" I muttered, squinting as I walked through the streets, doing my best not to stare. It wasn't like I could ask anyone about it.

As I kept moving, it became clear I had another problem: I didn't understand a word anyone was saying. Conversations swirled around me in a language that sounded like someone threw a blender into a bucket of syllables. It was indecipherable, alien, and completely unhelpful.

I tried to ask for directions, but every attempt was met with puzzled looks and whispers. Some people snickered, others stared at me outright, and it didn't take long for me to realize something else—they were all staring at *me*.

Not my face, either.

I quickened my pace, muttering under my breath, "Why are they looking at me like I'm the weird one? You're the ones with… giant butts."

I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, desperate to blend in. It wasn't working. Everywhere I went, people were gawking. My discomfort grew with each passing hour, and it didn't take long for my stomach to start grumbling too. The day wore on, and despite my best efforts, I found myself without food, shelter, or even a basic idea of what to do next.

By the time night fell, I was exhausted. The city was still alive with activity, but I couldn't make heads or tails of the place. There wasn't a single inn or hotel in sight, and every doorway I passed seemed to be someone's home—definitely not somewhere I could bunk down for the night.

Defeated, I found a quiet spot near the city wall, slumping against it with a sigh. "Day one in fantasy land, and I'm already homeless."

The cold stone against my back didn't offer much comfort, but I didn't have any other options. As I tried to get comfortable, the night air grew cooler, and I shivered beneath the thin fabric of my jacket.

Just as I was about to drift off into an uncomfortable sleep, I felt something warm drape over me. Startled, I opened my eyes, looking around. There was no one there, just the soft blanket that now covered me. My confusion only deepened when I noticed two strange-looking fruits placed next to me.

I blinked, unsure whether to feel grateful or creeped out. "Okay… thanks, mysterious fruit fairy."

My stomach growled again, and though I was suspicious, I couldn't resist. I bit into one of the fruits, the sweet, tangy taste flooding my mouth. It was delicious. Whatever these were, they were safe enough.

With the blanket pulled tight around me and my hunger momentarily sated, I leaned back against the wall and stared up at the unfamiliar stars. "Day one, and I'm already relying on random acts of kindness from invisible strangers," I muttered. "Not exactly how I imagined my first day as an isekai hero."

Sleep came quicker than expected, though it was far from restful.

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**Day 2**

Morning came with a blinding flash of sunlight and the distant sounds of city life. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. Every muscle in my body protested, stiff from sleeping on the ground again. I stretched, wincing as my back cracked.

"Ugh, I really need to figure something out before this becomes a habit."

I ate the second fruit—just as sweet and tangy as the first—then decided to explore the forest I'd seen in the distance. Maybe, just maybe, I could scrounge up something useful. With no system to guide me, I'd have to rely on good old-fashioned luck.

It didn't take long for me to realize what a terrible idea that was.

The forest was dense, the trees towering over me like silent sentinels. Their branches cast long shadows on the ground, and the further I ventured, the more unsettling the atmosphere became. Leaves rustled, but there was no wind. I had the distinct feeling that something—or several somethings—were watching me.

My suspicions were confirmed when I spotted movement up ahead. A small, fluffy creature hopped out from behind a tree, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes. It looked like a rabbit… if rabbits were the size of medium-sized dogs.

I froze, swallowing hard. "Please just be a cute animal…"

The rabbit's eyes narrowed, and before I could react, it lunged at me, teeth bared.

"Holy—!" I dove to the side, barely avoiding the attack. The rabbit—no, this *monster*—skidded to a stop and growled. A freaking rabbit growling at me.

"You've gotta be kidding me," I gasped, backing away. "I'm about to get killed by a rabbit?"

Without warning, the creature leaped again, this time faster than before. I didn't wait to see what would happen if it caught me. Turning on my heel, I ran, heart pounding in my chest.

"Seriously?! What's next, a ninja squirrel?!"