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

We arrived at the front of the principal's office. The hallway was unnervingly quiet, the only sounds being the dull thuds of our footsteps and the soft thrum of mana-powered lanterns affixed to the stone walls. Two guards stood flanking the door—tall, armored, unmoving. Their eyes followed our movements, not with suspicion, but with the indifference of men used to violence being just another part of the day.

Leonardo, who had been trailing behind us silently the entire walk, suddenly stepped forward. He passed between Fia and me with brisk, practiced strides—like a man trying to reassert his place after being humbled.

He approached the guards and exchanged a few low words with them. One of the guards nodded and rapped his knuckles twice against the large wooden door, the sound echoing like thunder in the stillness of the corridor.

"Sir," the guard called out. "Your son, Leonardo, brought two students who said they're being called by you."

CLASH OF CONVICTIONS