Chu-chu.

In a relatively small, cluttered room, a young male in his early 20's slept peacefully in his messy bed. A few old, worn-out trophies made of copper and plastic had been recently thrown in the trash bin, along with some tattered clothes. 

The closed window kept the sun rays from reaching the small realm of the owner, in order to prevent something as dangerous as "sunlight" from pouring inside. While also ensuring no fresh air came in or out, thus creating a perfect environment for breeding some of the worst smells known to man.

An alarm clock resounded throughout the place, and as the sleeping youth slammed it, he pushed it off the small night table. 

The clock landed on a pillow, and the youth rose from the bed. 

"Well, bed trick saves me some cash again." 

With a sarcastic celebration, the guy checked the time, only to notice how late he currently is.

With panic in his eyes, he grabbed an attire and rushed to the kitchen. There, he threw everything on the counter, and hastily put on the white buttoned shirt while pouring some orange juice in a small, round glass. 

"Fuck my luck, I can't be late on the first day!"

Downing it in a single gulp, he yanked his jeans while rushing to the bathroom. After quickly washing his face, he returned to his room, where he places the bag on the somewhat dirty bed and shoved a few books into it, along with a pencil case and his document. 

The phone lying in the night turned itself on, showing a single text on the screen.

"Bitch, where are you?"

With a frown on his face, he blocked the person without hesitation, and put on two creamy white socks, along with a pair of deep blue shoes with black stripes.

He opened the wardrobe, and took out a big, black hooded overcoat. It had some light gray trims around the lower pockets, the breast pockets, the cuffs and the buttons, while a trim made with synthetic, chestnut brown fur decorated the hood's edge. 

Unlike the rest of his clothes, that coat was spotless; it was almost as if it had never seen any usage.

"... It is that time of the year, I suppose."

Putting that on, he picked up his bag, the keys, and the phone, and rushed out of the department.

He ran down the hallway, and almost bumped into someone as he turned.

"Randall, you little shit! Watch your step!"

He paid no attention to his words, and kept going.

He left the building, and the morning sun greeted him.

Squinting his eyes in pain, he ran towards the other block, knowing he had almost no time.

"If I can get to the station in less than ten minutes…!"

However, just as he's crossing the train tracks, whose barriers are clearly not working…

A long, yellow train appears out of nowhere, clearly eager to start a new isekai.

"Chu chu, motherfucker."

'What the fu-'

With that, Randall's body is rolled over by the train, and his remains are splattered all over the now bloody rails. 

A young student, who was taking her grandmother out for a walk, had observed the whole thing. Shellshocked, she quickly passed out.

The grandma, noticing what happened to her granddaughter, looked around and spotted the horrible scene in the rails, and almost collapsed. After recomposing herself, she called the police.

…

In an unknown place, two humanoid individuals stood in front of a small, bloodstained bed, while maintaining their gazes on the sleeping human.

The first one resembled a slouching blue haired male, while the second one looked like an upright red haired female.

Almost unconscious, Randall's body struggled to move around, while the two individuals stared at him in amusement.

"Is this the one?"

"Maybe. Only time will tell."

"...So, we're sending this one, correct?"

"Affirmative. With the T3 Pass."

Another being, with white hair and an average height, barged without any care into the room, slamming the doors with ease. "Nah, give him the T0," it boldly ordered.

Both of the humanoids looked at the newcomer with shock, the blue man's head bumping with the ceiling, which prompted him to go back into slouching.

Usually, the red one would have laughed at his misfortune, but today she had no time. 

She quickly heed the white humanoid's orders, and slammed a shining ticket onto the human's forehead. It vanished shortly after, leaving no traces of its existence behind.

"Now, leave. Both of you," commanded the light humanoid being.

And so, they did. 

"... Wake up," vocalized the white haired humanoid, whose voice reverberated throughout the room.

"Nngh, what the fuck? What happened? Didn't I just…?"

The humanoid created a small batton, and slammed the human's head with it.

"Your body was turned into a perfect salad of organs and rocks. Now, shut up and listen."

The strange figure told him about his luck, and how he was chosen by the world to be a protagonist on another planet. A magical, marvelous planet, totally devoid of any relevant conflict.

Then, he gave him a tablet. The screen showed a list of around fifteen or so items, with each having a tick box and a numeric value at their side. 

"You may pick 4 of the next fifteen items. However, their total value must not surpass the 15-point mark."

Randall, still sleepy, quickly read every single one of them.

"Now, be mindful when picking your bonuses carefully, unless you want to get an early grave again," stated the fat humanoid, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter. 

"Want one?"

'Weren't you talking about an early grave just now…?'

Stunned, the brown haired man recomposed himself after two seconds, and shook his head. Then, he submerged himself into reading. 

His eyes paused on two options, for two different reasons. 

"What does this one mean?" he asked, pointing at a drawing.

A pink hue surrounded a human's covered body, with a reddish spear poking out of the mist.

"Your body will have an innate understanding of how the Ego works."

"Ego? What is that supposed to be, exactly?

"You'll find out later."

"Alright… Why is it named 'SSS Tier Talent?'"

"... Too many people complained about the original term being hard to understand, so we dumbed it down a few notches," replied the man, before releasing a huff of gray smoke.

He kept on, spotting the other doubtful one.

'... The fact that they're giving me this choice probably means that, if I were to skip this one, my memories would be tampered with, or even erased… I'm definitely taking it. Even if it costs a third of my budget.'

Ten minutes later, he finished.

"Done."

The smoking humanoid reviewed the four boxes. "Body augmentation, typical one among your kind… Oh, you're not going with the QH System? That's new. Most youngsters I've seen in this facility take that one without thinking…"

The room stayed mostly quiet, until the humanoid snapped his fingers, and spoke again. "Alright kiddo, you're free to go. Just remember to test the exact effects of Time Alter, alright?"

The humanoid put out its cigarette, as it looked at him.

"Let's hope that reconstruction surgery went well," it told him, looking as stoned as always.

The human widened his eyes, as the stranger flung him into the cold nothingness of the universe. A small, blue-ish portal awaited for a competent traveler, but it pulled a panicking guy instead.

"... Should I have told him about the fuel source for Time Alter and his Ego being the same?"

Two seconds later, it shrugged, knowing he was bound to find out if he chose to be reckless with it.