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

Alad adjusted his stance, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his iron sword, flexing with anticipation. It was clear he could strike at any moment, and every muscle in my body tensed in response. I steadied myself, forcing my hands to stop shaking as I gripped the rough wooden sword in front of me, praying it could withstand what was about to come.

To be honest, I was terrified. My entire body trembled as I faced him, a fifth-year who was not only older but far more skilled. The way he held himself, how his smirk exuded confidence—it was like he already knew I didn't stand a chance.

I couldn't help but glance over at Crestia, hoping to find some assurance in her face. Instead, her wide, uncertain eyes seemed to scream the harsh truth: I was outmatched. She didn't believe I could win, and, deep down, I was beginning to doubt it myself.

I'M NOT SCARED ANYMORE