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

"Get the fuck out of here—or do you want to die?" I spat, voice low and trembling, each syllable laced with fury. My eyes drilled into Alad's like twin blades, sharp and unwavering. The scent of the clinic mixed with the metallic tang of dried blood on my lips.

Alad didn't flinch. He stood at the foot of my bed, unbothered, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his black coat. That smug grin remained carved across his face like it had been etched there for years.

"Well, well, calm down, little hero," he said, his tone annoyingly serene. "I'm not here to fight."

His voice oozed with that same mockery I'd come to hate. My fists clenched the stiff clinic sheets, the gauze on my left leg tightening uncomfortably. I could still feel the phantom sting of the blade he'd sunk into me.

"Is that a proper way to talk to your senior? I'm disappointed in you, Will," said another voice—soft, stern, and unmistakably smug.

SHATTERED BONDS