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On a scorching summer day, Takashi Takeru — a young man in his twenties — gets into a terrible accident. But instead of dying, he finds himself in a vast white void. It doesn’t take long before he realizes something strange: he’s not dead… and the accident wasn’t even the reason he was brought here.

Rather than being summoned as a hero, he’s classified as an “anomaly” — a strange case that needs to be monitored. Thrown into a harsh world that shows no mercy to the weak, with no clear goal and nowhere to belong, how will Takeru survive? Can he carve out a place for himself… or will the world swallow him whole?

HideLand

I woke up this morning hoping everything that happened was just a nightmare...

But reality was harder than the wall of this cell.

Yep, my first morning in this new world... is spent in prison. Truly a legendary start.

Who wrote this story? Were they writing it from inside a cell? Because that's exactly how it feels.

The bed? No, don't call it a bed. It's a slab of stone specifically designed to torture lumbar discs.

My bones have been playing a symphony of pain since I laid on it.

"I'll be watching you closely, Takashi kun."

Oh really? And where are you now, Mr. Observer?

Is this your idea of watching ? Can't you see I'm turning into a despair filled pancake here?

No XP, no resources just a screen that says "Welcome, User."

Then it disappears, like it's mocking me.

Escape thoughts started creeping in.

Dig a tunnel behind the bucket, reroute the electricity, climb a wall and fly like Batman.

But wait... I don't even have a toilet. Just a bucket in the corner judging me silently.

"I got transported to this world against my will,

then thrown in jail for a scam I had nothing to do with,

and now I'm expected to quietly accept my fate?!"

"Alright, Takero… enough whining.

Novels are one thing, life here is something else.

No one's getting you out of here except yourself."

I stood up. My joints cracked like an old rusty robot.

I looked through the tiny window at the gray sky.

Then maybe I can manufacture some.

A guard approached the cell with mechanical steps.

He opened the iron door carelessly, like opening a storage closet.

Great my first meal in this new world will be... in prison.

My gut tells me I'm about to eat a plate full of depression.

The guard led me through cold hallways toward what they called the canteen.

To kill the boredom, I tried some small talk

"You know, I thought guards were the ones bringing us food."

"Yeah, we do… in the special cells.

Uh... no thanks. I think I like fresh air.

We finally arrived at the cafeteria.

Not sure if that's the right word the place looked more like a health code violation

Rotting wooden tables, an unclassifiable weird smell, and an atmosphere soaked in despair.

I glanced at the guard sarcastically

This place doesn't just feed you,

it teaches you the philosophy of repetition."

I sat down at one of the abandoned tables the best scenario for me.

The last thing I need is to get bullied by inmates like every American prison movie ever.

But... of course, peace never lasts.

But he looked normal. No criminal vibes.

Messy black mid-length hair, and wait...

Should I ask? Does he feel it too?

I hoped he'd say something in Japanese like Aniki or Konnichiwa...

But instead, he looked at my plate and said

"You've been staring at my porridge for a while...

Welp... I got carried away with expectations.

Before I could say anything else, he called out:

First Day in Prison