Kevin woke up, finding himself in a new place, what he could have sworn to be a dream now felt so much more like a reality. That smell of the air, that familiar feel of the wind against his skin, it was all too familiar to be a mere dream, No, he has truly entered a new world!
"Damn, my head hurts like hell" he said to himself, before looking around him. Finding himself in the middle of the ruins of what seemed like a city, a former safe haven that fell to god knows what,"What... No way, is this for real? How can this be, this isn't earth! This must be a dream right? But, the air, the sounds... How is this possible..." He says to himself slowly coming to turn with his reality.
Kevin, in a moment of either utter stupidity from this outlandish situation or perhaps with the intuition of someone who has been put into a very dangerous situation, utters a single word. "System?", it's a word all to familiar to someone like him, there were countless works of fiction in his old world that used this form of "Cheat" to grant outlandish power to what the story readers called a "Transmigrator". Though reading something in a book and experiencing the situation firsthand are two completely different things.
To no one's surprise, life isn't a fairy tale, and Kevin's brainchild is met with a dead end. "Damn it, am I really stuck in this strange place, without a cheat?" Kevin, refusing to accept his situation, calls out again "System!" And again "System" And again "System...", losing hope with every utterance of the word.
As he screams out the word one last time, he does manage to make something happen, though it's not something he would particularly like. A slight rustle of the nearby bush, and a slight scent of blood gives away the imminent encounter, as he looked up... There it was, the shadow of something oddly humanoid, something that has two arms but three feet, and it left just as easily as it appeared, taking with it, a huge portion of Kevin's chest. In his very last moments, all Kevin could do was curse himself for ever buying that book from that roadside shop,
"Damn it, I'm such a stupid person, Why did I buy that book, why did I think that life could be a fairytale... Maybe, in the afterlife, I'll get some rest..."
Perhaps it was a mirage, or a phantom, or perhaps it was a dying man's desperate attempt at making sense of the cold oblivion of the great beyond, but he could see those words written so clearly on what seemed like a system window like the one from those comics and novels from his old world...
Timeless System
(Game Over, You have died...)