Role_Travers

Nagi Travers, a 20-year-old shut-in and former gaming champion, lives a miserable and isolated existence after being tormented by bullies throughout his life. Fired from his last job and grieving the loss of his parents, Nagi now survives by playing video games and barely ventures outside. His world spirals further into despair when he encounters Jake and Mary, his former high school bullies, who humiliate him and steal his money.

Broken by the return of his tormentors and the weight of his past, Nagi contemplates suicide as his only escape. Just as he’s about to take his life, a small girl’s ball rolls into the street, with a speeding truck barreling towards her. In a moment of selflessness, Nagi rushes out and saves the girl, sacrificing himself in the process. Fatally injured, he reflects on the idea that it's better to die doing good than bad.

Nagi awakens in a surreal, white world, where he is greeted by an angelic figure who offers him two choices: remain in eternal peace, free from suffering, or be reborn in a different world where he could seek redemption and a second chance at life. Nagi faces a life-altering decision—rest forever or attempt to find meaning and fulfillment in another world.

(Note: it is the revised version of my earlier work with the same title)

My Second Chance in Life in Another World

"Come out now; we already know that we are being surrounded," Father said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority. His eyes were sharp, scanning the dark alleyways around us. He stood tall, his posture relaxed but ready, like a coiled spring waiting to snap.

From the shadowed corners of the alley, a low, mocking chuckle echoed. "Oh, it seems that you have keen senses, mister winner," said a man, stepping into the dim moonlight.

He was a guy from the casino earlier, he has a mahawk and his face twisted into a sinister grin. His eyes glinted with malice, and the ugly scar running down his cheek only made his leer more menacing. The sneer on his lips said he wasn't here to play fair.

One by one, more figures emerged from the alleyways around us. The rest of his gang, a group of rough-looking men with leering faces and crude weapons.

AMBUSH IN THE SHADOWS