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

The air was thick with tension as the dark-haired man made his move, darting toward us with a speed that spoke of countless battles fought and won. His eyes were steely, a focus that showed he wouldn't hesitate to strike us down. My heart pounded in my chest, but I pushed my nerves aside.

I glanced at Chris, giving her a quick nod to signal that I needed her support with her magic. This guy was on another level, and without a sword to match his, I'd have to rely heavily on spells and quick thinking to keep us both alive. I could only hope Chris was ready.

The man skidded to a halt just within the range of his sword, his posture a perfect picture of deadly intent. I saw the familiar flicker of mana gathering around his blade, a telltale sign he was about to use a skill. My muscles tensed, ready to react.

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