Crash.

The impact came without warning—a screech of metal, a burst of shattered glass. A truck, careening at 120 km/h, crushed your reality in an instant. Pain was absent; consciousness simply faded.

You awoke to weightlessness, drifting through an infinite void. No sound, no light—only emptiness. You were disembodied, your form lost. Was this death? Before you could think further, an unseen force seized you, yanking you into a violent wormhole. Chaos swirled around you, pulling you apart and reshaping you until you were spat out into a strange, featureless space.

A glowing figure stood before you, radiant and unsettling. Their body was pure white, its details blurred by an overwhelming brilliance. Power emanated from them, suffocating and absolute.

The figure spoke, their voice smooth but cold.

“You’ve died. And now, you’ll be reborn.”

A spark of hope ignited within you—perhaps a second chance awaited.

The figure's head tilted, as though savoring your anticipation.

“But not as a hero, nor as anyone important. You’ll awaken as one of the lowest forms of life in this new world.”

Images flashed before you: goblins, cowardly and wretched; slimes, helpless and mindless; orcs, brutish and expendable; skeletons, fragile and cursed. The lists of monsters seemed to go on forever...

“Monsters. The kind the world hunts and exterminates.”

Despair twisted in your gut.

“Fight for survival,” the figure intoned, “if you’re capable. Or crumble into oblivion.”

With a dismissive wave, the floor beneath you vanished. You fell, swallowed by shadows, the figure’s final words echoing in your mind:

“Welcome to your nightmare.”