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Chapter 1: The Wrong Portal
I was just an ordinary office worker.
Same desk. Same boss. Same stale coffee.
Every day felt like a loop I couldn't escape.
Until one day... something changed.
I was in the middle of filming a scene for a commercial.
Not that I was an actor. I was the guy holding the boom mic.
> "CUT! What are you doing?! Did you even read the script?" "Sorry, sir… it's my first day…"
> "I said CUT! Why is the camera still rolling?!" "I—I don't know how to stop it…"
> "You're fired. I'll pay you for these three miserable days. Now leave."
And just like that, I was jobless.
The rain poured. Fitting for the mood.
As I walked home, soaked and defeated,
I didn't see the open manhole ahead.
One step.
No ground.
No weight.
No warning.
Then—darkness.
A sharp pain hit the back of my head.
When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere else.
The sky was a shade of purple. Floating stones hovered in the air.
And in front of me... a glowing white figure.
> "Why are you here?"
"I—I don't know. I just got fired, and now I'm here?"
> "Seriously? What a mess. You're not even supposed to be in this dimension."
"What is this place?"
> "It's a void between worlds. Definitely not meant for humans. But... fine. I'll send you somewhere more fitting."
Before I could protest, a blinding light surrounded me.
And once again… everything faded to white.
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🌌 Chapter 2: "Is This Truth or Just a Dream?"
A throbbing pain shot through my skull the moment I opened my eyes.
But...
Something was wrong.
> "My arms… my legs… where are they?!"
Then — a flash of something.
A memory?
A voice, desperate, distant:
> "Don't leave me… please, don't…"
My breath turned shallow. My heartbeat — if I still had one — raced faster than it ever had. Panic crawled up my spine, even if I wasn't sure I still had one.
> "What… did I just see?"
I stumbled forward — or more accurately, I bounced.
A strange, slippery way of moving.
No bones. No muscle. Just... motion.
I turned, and there it was.
A mirror.
And in that reflection…
> "What the hell…?!"
My body — yellow, semi-transparent… a slime.
No, not a costume. Not a trick.
I had become it.
Suddenly, a monstrous roar echoed outside.
I rushed to the edge of the ruined shelter I had woken in, and there —
A massive zombie stood tall, grotesque and rotting.
And beside it… lay a glowing scythe, its light pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.
> "Ugh… my head… it hurts—!"
Darkness took me again.
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Chapter 3: Welcome to the lab... Where Everything Talk
When I woke up once again, a blinding light pierced my sight, and I let out a strange, distorted sound… almost like a broken radio.
> "Yo, hey! You're finally awake?"
A strange figure stood before me—cool-looking, with a scythe just like the one I had seen before.
I wanted to ask where I was, but the radio-like distortion kept bursting from me instead of words. Nobody could understand what I was trying to say. Then, someone in a white lab coat stepped in and spoke to the figure.
> "This specimen is quite special… I suspect it's one of his creations."
> "Really?!"
> "Yes, though we're not sure what purpose it serves. Strangely, its lifespan should have already ended. If we calculate by now, that slime should be dead."
> "Wait—dead?! But it's still moving... and seems to understand us?"
> "I'm not entirely sure. We need to conduct further research."
> "Alright, I'll take him to the Slime Research Lab. Maybe we can figure it out there."
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Chapter 4: A New World?
That strange man kept walking ahead, muttering nonstop about someone.
> "Was it really him? Or someone else? This world... it's too strange."
We passed through a colossal wall — separating this place from the outside world.
Inside, people were living side by side with slimes. Colorful, vivid, and oddly peaceful.
Suddenly, a yellow slime darted toward me.
> "Why aren't you working in the kitchens like the others? Why are you following the Reaper?"
I tried to speak, but only garbled, radio-like static came out of my mouth.
And yet… the slime seemed to understand.
> "Oh, I see. That makes sense then. The Reaper's kind of terrifying to us."
He shivered.
> "But... you spoke their tongue? That's... rare."
Before I could say—or static—anything else, he ran off and hid behind a crate, eyes wide in fear.
> "What did you just say to that slime?" the Reaper snapped.
I didn't know how to explain it. I couldn't even speak normally.
The only ones who seemed to understand me… were slimes.
We continued toward the mountains. That's when a strange voice echoed from the cliffs above.
> "What are you doing here?"
The Reaper didn't flinch.
> "Just trying to determine this one's... attribute."
He picked me up and shoved me awkwardly toward an ancient camera embedded in the wall.
> "Can you see anything?"
> "No! I can't see a damn thing! Get that gooey blob away from the lens—!!"
The voice screeched as the camera crackled and short-circuited.
I didn't know where I was…
But for once, I didn't feel completely lost.
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