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 crackled with tension as the battle between Ruel and Father erupted into action. Ruel's muscles tensed, his eyes locking onto Father with predatory intent. Without hesitation, he was the first to move, charging forward in a blur of speed. The sound of his boots pounding against the ground echoed in the tense silence.

"Sharp Nail!" Ruel roared, his voice filled with venom as a faint glow shimmered around his figure. His entire body surged forward, doubling his speed in an instant. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble as he closed the distance between them, his sword poised to strike Father's chest with deadly precision.

But Father, calm and composed, didn't flinch. His eyes narrowed as he extended his hand outward, fingers splayed, as if commanding the very air around him.

"Wind Repel!" Father's voice rang out, authoritative and unyielding.

A SHEILD, A SACRIFICE, A MONSTER