Author:
"Hello everyone, welcome to the story. I apologize if there are any mistakes in the storytelling since this is my first time creating a story. I'm just trying to create a story because I'm bored, so please bear with me if I rarely upload, and also note that I'm using AI to translate into English to reduce translation errors. Okay, without further ado, let's get started with the story."
> (Author note energy level: 100. Confidence level: 5.)
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There was a young man, 17–18 years old, with brown hair and blue eyes, named Alan Smith.
Alan is a high school student who can be said to be different from other kids — not because he's handsome or popular. Nope. Not even close.
It's also not because he's single (though he is, painfully so).
And not because he's a troublemaker or a weeb…
Wait. Actually, yes, because he's a weeb.
Because Alan has pure American blood and white skin, he stands out among the average high school students in Indonesia. He's like a snowball rolling through a tropical forest — very noticeable and very out of place.
Alan never knew who his real parents were. He was found as a baby inside a cardboard box at a neighborhood watch post — which, now that you think about it, is not the safest baby drop-off zone.
A kind man took him in and raised him like his own.
Over the years, Alan grew up into a… well, perfectly average human being. No girlfriend, no popularity, only a growing collection of anime figures and model kits.
But he did have one special talent: fixing things. Once, he broke his adoptive father's motorcycle by accidentally dropping it into a ditch.
Then he fixed it again.
> (Some say that's redemption. Others say it's a cover-up.)
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After returning home from his friend's house one day, Alan found a note saying his dad wouldn't be home that night.
So, like any responsible young man, he… took a bath, ate Indomie, and went straight to bed.
> Homework? Nah. Sleep first, regret later.
As usual, his dreams went full anime. Alan dreamed of being in a fantasy world, firing RPG-7s in every direction.
Other teens dream of cute girls and overpowered systems. Alan dreams of explosions.
> (Truly, the spirit of Michael Bay lives within him.)
"Hehe, eat that RPG :)," Alan muttered in his sleep.
Then — rumble rumble — a small earthquake struck.
Alan didn't notice. He rolled off the bed, hit his head on the table, and… yeah. He died.
> Cause of death: "Table crit."
Achievement unlocked: Death by furniture.
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Somewhere Else…
Two figures in robes appeared in another realm. One held a glowing staff; the other, a massive hammer.
Lati (the staff girl): "That was close! What were you thinking!? You could've hit something important! The boss will kill us!"
Lashi (the hammer girl): "Relax! No one was even there, right?"
Moments later—
Lashi froze. "Wait… I sense a human soul just died nearby."
Lati: "WHAT!?"
Lashi: "Uh… about 30 kilometers north."
Lati: "You IDIOT! That's not 'no one'!"
They rushed over and found Alan's lifeless body on the floor.
Lati: "You killed him!!"
Lashi: "Me!? I barely swung!"
Lati: "That earthquake was your fault!"
Lashi: "You're the one who told me to test the spell!"
They argued for a solid five minutes. If there were referees in heaven, they'd have stopped the fight.
Finally, Lati sighed. "If the boss finds out, we're doomed."
Lashi: "What do we do?"
Lati: "We reincarnate him. Quick!"
Lashi: "Wait, that actually works?"
Lati: "Shut up and help me before he respawns angry."
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The Void Dimension
Alan's soul floated there peacefully, transparent, snoring.
Lashi: "Why isn't he waking up?"
Lati: "Just give it time."
Five hours later.
Lashi: "He's still sleeping."
Three more hours.
Lashi: "THIS KID IS SNORING IN THE AFTERLIFE!!"
Lati: "Be quiet! What if someone hears us!?"
Lashi: "Fine! But what do we do?"
Lati smirked. "I saw this trick on an Earth video…"
She leaned close. "Hey kid, the price of Indomie just went up to one dollar."
Alan's eyes snapped open. "NOOOOOO!!!"
> (Truly, the cry of a fallen hero.)
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Alan woke up in confusion. "Wait, where am I? Who are you?!"
Lashi quickly covered his mouth. "Calm down! We'll explain everything!"
After explaining (minus the "oops, we killed you" part), Alan stared blankly.
"So… I died because I hit my head on a table?"
Lati: "Yes."
Alan's soul darkened. "You're kidding me. Not a truck. Not a demon lord. A TABLE!?"
Lashi: "That's… technically accurate."
Alan: "This is so embarrassing. People are going to laugh at me!"
Lati: "People?"
Alan: "...okay, fine, no one. But still!"
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Lati cleared her throat. "Anyway, since your death was… special, we can offer you reincarnation."
Alan's ears perked up. "Like isekai!?"
Lashi: "Exactly. And because of the, uh… circumstances, we'll grant you two wishes."
Alan: "Only two? Usually it's three."
Lashi: "Well, there's two of us."
Alan: "…That's not how it works."
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After thinking for 60 seconds (which, for Alan, is impressive focus), he declared:
"My first wish: I want a system like in manhwa, but without a personality."
Lati: "Without a personality?"
Alan: "Yeah. I don't want some annoying voice calling me 'master' every five seconds."
Lashi: "Fair."
"And my second wish," Alan said proudly, "I don't want to be born as a noble."
Both Overseers blinked.
Lashi: "Wait, really?"
Alan: "Yup."
Lati: "Most people ask for power or women."
Alan: "I just don't want political drama."
> (Truly, a man of peace. And zero ambition.)
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"Alright then," Lati said, opening a glowing portal. "Enter, and you'll be reborn."
Alan grinned. "Thanks! Hope I don't die from a chair next time!"
He walked in — and vanished.
The portal closed.
Lashi sighed. "That went… better than expected."
Lati: "Should we tell him we caused his death?"
Lashi: "And die twice? No thanks."
Lati: "Then what about his body?"
Lashi: "You mean…?"
Lati smirked. "We'll give him a mechanical one."
Lashi: "Wait, a robot body!?"
Lati: "Yup. Congratulations to the first ever isekai cyborg weeb."
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To be continued...
(Assuming the author doesn't forget to write it.)
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