[ Chapter I (1): "IN SPACE WITH A SYSTEM?" ]

[ Chapter I (1): "IN SPACE WITH A SYSTEM?" ]

In space, no one can hear you scream.

That saying comes true to one purple-eyed young man as he tries to piece together what is happening outside his window. Bewildered and slightly amused, he looks outside, not being greeted by the usual warm sunshine of the sun — but instead by the cold suffocating warmth of the space.

What the hell... is this?!

He looks to his left, noticing the unfamiliar futuristic but yet realistic stuff which surely doesn't belong to him. The fuggyness of waking up slightly dissipated as he then looked again at his right.

Huh?

That is... space?

Can I jump out? Can I open the window?!

Felix who's slightly weak from his 9-to-5 work tried opening the windows outside, thinking that this dream is one beautiful dream.

Unlike those nightmares he has about working as a 9-to-5 government worker forever. He hates working for the government more than he thought he would. So he yearns for a day to escape it without making his family disappointed.

But for him, and the deep history his family has working for the government, that seems to be but a pipe dream. Especially how he is the first child of the family, with no younger siblings to boot.

Expectations, expectations, and expectations fall on his shoulders. Some he doesn't want to carry, but have to carry, even the days he wasn't yet conceive this task has been assigned to him — refusal is disobedience.

He couldn't believe it too, but slowly he grew to understand. Before ultimately hating it, then his family also, yet he doesn't want to disappoint them so he didn't complain. He loves them after all.

[ "Huh...?!" ]

Suddenly, his musing stopped when he realized the metallic feel the windows offer, and how his hands could genuinely feel the coldness that they present.

Not just his hands, but his body to the temperature also, his breath visible to him slightly due to the coldness the room offers.

He could have sworn he turned off their air conditioner, and what dream can offer this realistic feel? Not even virtual reality can.

So a question instantly popped inside his head. Is this even a dream?

Turning around he could see the comfortable yet dull colored bed that he was resting on, grey on all colors except for the whitened pillows. He looked at the dull grey covers he has and could immediately be confused.

He looked all around the room, seeing books, shelves, study desk, and propaganda poster; [ FOR THE IMPERIUM ] [ FOR THE IMPERIUM ] [ FOR THE IMPERIUM ] all over again on each one, having varying difference in appearance but not in what's written.

Imper...ium? What the hell kind of dream... is this even?

About to go crazy, Felix instinctively smiled at himself for the absurdity of the situation he found himself in. Looking down he could see himself wearing foreign skintight but comfortable grey clothes, one he is sure he doesn't know.

Akin to that of futuristic clothes those 20s something movies have for people to wear in space shuttles, but oddly enough still human and cheap looking.

He looked at his hands and noticed it still having the same color before he slept, same white-ish slightly brown color, yes, his skin color with his nails cut and a little dust and ink either on top or under it, sometimes both.

So he was assured that... weirdly enough his dream hands are a copy of his real life hands, or that this isn't a dream, but in reality is his truth. This is his body, and he found himself kidnapped by aliens.

Something absurd that he a scientific man, yes, maybe idiotic in some sense, and headstrong wouldn't believe about. He was given adequate education after all, so why would he believe such childish things?

Clearly he doesn't have a reason too, so he didn't. And instead of admiring the creativity his mind is showing him at this moment, looking all-around the small, yet comfortably sized foreign bedroom he found himself in.

[ WELCOME TO THE WARHAMMER 40,000 UNIVERSE PLAYER NO. 1! ]

...

HUH?!!

[ "What in the aliens fuck is this?!" ] Bluring out what he thinks, Felix could see a line of text presented in a white transparent box. Words in which he couldn't believe in; Warhammer? The game? Why is his mind thinking about childis-

Then it suddenly hit him in one go. The reason why he could feel the metallic feel the windows inside his "dream" could give, why the air is cold, why he is wearing foreign clothes, and why he is inside a random room.

And the exact reason why he is out in fucking space, in a shuttle-like environment, in a bedroom reserved for what feels like soldiers, propaganda posters, and this mystical floating text...

And lastly the text which tells him something he only heard of through the internet, Warhammer 40,000, something he is foreign about, not caring about games after all. But he knows that it is fiction.

Warhammer is another universe...? Fuck.

He died, or something, found himself, or his soul transported into another world — universe, and now he is here. Having just realized all of it a minute later than he is supposed to.

I died?!!

He died, having not fulfilled his dream in marrying a rich genuine caring woman with big breasts, huge ass, and tall physique. Not having pursued his dream career of being a painter.

Not having done anything worthwhile other than work. Gotdamn it, he died for christ sake! Yet alive. Th-this is unbelievable.

He looks at his hand with new found light, knowing that this can either not be his body, or his body transported into another world. Clothed through unknown means by whoever, that possibility less likely than having occupied someone else's body.

He impatiently rushed up, the floating text floating right in front of him earlier having disappeared god knows where, he doesn't care. What he cares about now is to confirm his suspicion, if he is right then this has to be his body...

I have no idea who's body this is...

Felix looks at the glass that comfortably shows the top half of his body. His torso. He looked at his torso and realized that nothing changed, still normal-looking, confirming his suspicion.

He then looked up at his neck, noticing it the same. Then at the skin of his face, the color being the same as when he slept — white slightly brownish due to being overexposed on the sun, but not by that much due to him staying inside most of the time.

He then looked at his messy hair, dark hair still the same, his hair having been grown out due to him having forgotten about it — work having been taxing for him at the point of forgetfulness.

But he is sure, at the point of 100% certainty that forgetfulness doesn't change your eye color from dark normal looking dull black into...

[ "Purple?" ]

Yes, what stares back at Felix is not his usual dark shade of eye color, the one he has grown accustomed to for the 21 years of his life. But instead of that what stares back is something completely foreign, completely glued into his face.

Mesmerizing purple colored iris, not completely leaving room for the outer layer of his eye balls to have white. Like it should, or it would have scared Felix to death. Imagine having a complete purple eyeball, that shit is crazy.

What is more crazy is the fact he has a completely new set of eye color, one he is confused too.

H-how, wait, did he die?! He obviously died, but the description of his isn't completely foreign. His body, face, and hands are all the same, he reckons every part of his body also...

He looked down under his clothes and could confirm, but nothing was changed other than his eye color... Black to purple... What exactly is happening?!

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[ WRITTEN: 02/04/2025 ]

[ POSTED: 02/05/2025 ]

[ AN: "I did miss my Solo Leveling era, no, I will not completely return to it." ]

[ AN: "I have a speech due in 6 hours, I haven't slept. My sleeping schedule is ruined, I have an attention span akin to a goldfish, and I love writing new shit." ]