Philip Hartwell never thought dying could be so… anticlimactic. A spilled cup of coffee on the keyboard, a bizarre slip on the call center's polished floor, and suddenly he found himself floating in a white void, as if PowerPoint itself had swallowed his soul.
"Seriously? This is how it ends? After seven years of calls about broken printers and clients yelling about passwords they forgot?" he muttered, drifting aimlessly.
There were no heavenly trumpets, no singing fairies; just a voice echoing from somewhere invisible.
"You… have been selected for a new position."
Philip blinked, confused."Position? Look, I didn't even get a proper end-of-shift, and now this? What kind of cosmic HR is this?"
The voice ignored his objections, and a scroll appeared, glowing, with golden words floating and rearranging themselves:
"Welcome to the Magical Kingdom. Your role: Technical Support."
It took Philip a few seconds to process the concept. Technical support. In a magical kingdom. He closed his eyes, remembering hundreds of calls about jammed printers and forgotten passwords.
"So basically… my hellish job just changed scenery?" he asked himself, feeling a mix of panic and resignation.
The void answered with absolute silence, somehow more terrifying than any angry client he had ever faced.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was no longer floating in white. A massive castle towered before him, with glittering spires and dragons lazily flying overhead.
But, of course, none of that mattered.
A goblin wearing oversized glasses ran up to him, pushing a floating tablet."First ticket of the day, Mr. Hartwell! Seems the invisibility spell is stuck again."
Philip took a deep breath, recalling his previous life: burnt coffee, unread reports, desperate clients… and realized that, in some twisted way, he was back in the same hell—just with dragons now.
He tried to protest, but the invisible voice returned:"Your role is essential for the kingdom's maintenance."
Philip shot a deadly glare at the goblin."Ah, of course… essential. As if I'm planning to save the world with support tickets."
And yet, despite everything, a hint of sarcastic humor crept in. If he was going to die once, at least he could laugh at the absurdity of becoming tech support in a magical universe.