Everyone who calls themselves an otaku has, at least once, entertained the same ridiculous dream. To wake up one morning and find themselves in a fantasy world they've never even heard of, or inside the pages of their favorite webtoon or novel, armed with plot knowledge and maybe a shiny cheat ability.
Usually the method is… yeah, not great. Truck accidents, mysterious explosions, fainting in the bathroom. The classics.
But what if I told you there was another way?
A peaceful way.
A way that didn't involve death, disaster, or any type of divine malpractice.
A method so gentle, so absurdly wholesome, that the very universe can barely bring itself to allow it.
It exists.
People just don't talk about it because the chance of it happening is basically zero. Like, lottery‑ticket‑during-a-lightning‑storm zero.
But still… it's there.
And every once in a thousand lifetimes, someone gets lucky. Or in this case, a classroom gets lucky.
**
It was a quiet day—perfectly ordinary, the kind of quiet that makes a classroom feel suspended in time. Today's lesson was biology, and the thirty students seated in neat rows were all focused on the front of the room.
There she stood: a woman in a black skirt and crisp white blouse, two buttons left deliberately undone, hinting subtly at her form without being overt. Her presence was commanding yet calm, a mix of authority and ease that held the attention of the class.
"Today," she began, her voice clear over the soft scratching of pens and pencils, "we'll be learning about the journey that begins after a male contributes sperm—how it travels through the female reproductive system and eventually reaches the womb."
A hush fell over the room. It was biology, yes—but today's lesson had a weight to it, a quiet fascination that made even the most restless students sit a little straighter.
"Now, let's start with how the male contributes," she began, her tone a mix of matter-of-fact and mischievous.
"Typically, there's a bit of… persuasion involved," she continued, choosing her words carefully. "Flirtations, jokes, gestures—basically, trying to get the female's consent. Once she agrees, the act begins."
She paused for effect. "During this… encounter, the male reaches climax and releases sperm, which have been stored and matured in the testicles, at the tip of the organ. And here's where it gets interesting: once inside, each sperm begins a marathon—a race of survival to see who will become the honored one to fertilize the egg."
A few students chuckled; others leaned in closer, genuinely intrigued. Some faces lit up with amusement, some with curiosity—yet all were focused, caught in that peculiar zone where humor met science.
"Now," she said, her voice calm but commanding, "let's take a closer look at what happens inside the female body after that point…"
The lesson rolled on exactly the way everyone expected it to: half actual biology, half the teacher dropping those unintentional sex jokes that made the room twitch with awkward laughter.
"I'm sure some of you already practice this," she said, raising an eyebrow at the class. "But seriously—use a condom. I want all of you passing my exams, not passing around babies."
A wave of laughter broke out, and even she cracked a small smile before gathering her papers.
When she left the room, the class fell apart instantly. Chairs scraped, voices rose, and thirty teenagers exploded into chaos. Everyone was buzzing about the lesson, reenacting her tone, her jokes, the part where half the room pretended not to blush. It was the kind of unforgettable class that guaranteed nobody would fail the reproductive system chapter ever again.
The cliques reformed like magnets snapping back into place:
the otakus huddled in their corner whispering about anime logic,
the cool guys leaning back and laughing way too loudly,
the bullies sizing up who to mess with next,
the lonely kids retreating to their desks,
and the cute girls chatting near the windows, already planning their gossip for later.
The room felt alive, loud, and absolutely chaotic… exactly what a normal school afternoon should be.
Thrumm!!
It hit the classroom like a heartbeat from the world itself. A deep, resonant sound—half humming machine, half melodic chime—that made every hair on every arm stand up.
A warm gold light washed over the room, bright enough to make the windows flash white. Conversations died mid-sentence. Jokes froze halfway out of people's mouths. Even the class clown shut up.
On the floor, something appeared… something that definitely hadn't been there a second ago. A glowing sigil, carved in pure light, its lines twisting and shifting like they were alive. It looked wrong and beautiful at the same time, like a magic circle cosplaying as a halo.
Silence swallowed everything. No screams. No scrambling. Not even a gasp. Just thirty teenagers staring, caught between awe and confusion.
And then—
In an instant, they were gone. All thirty vanished as the golden light flared, swallowed them, and then collapsed into nothingness.
The classroom, once noisy and chaotic, was left empty. Normal and quiet.
Like nothing had ever happened.
***
They landed—if you could even call it landing—in a place that didn't seem to follow any rules.
There was no floor, yet they weren't falling.
There was no sky, yet everything glowed.
It was a plane made entirely of brilliance, a world of soft, endless light with no sun, no shadows, no horizon. Just… existence.
And in the middle of that impossible brightness stood a gate.
A massive golden gate, towering above them like something stolen straight from myth. Ornate, ancient, and beautiful enough to make even the class bullies swallow their pride. It didn't just look heavenly—it made you feel like you shouldn't breathe too loudly around it.
The thirty students clustered together, looking like a flock of lost chickens dropped into a divine waiting room.
"W-what happened?" one girl whispered, hugging her bag like it could protect her from reality.
"Did… did we die?" another asked, voice trembling hard enough to crack.
"Help!" someone else shouted into the endless light. "Is anyone there?!"
But their voices didn't echo.
They didn't travel.
They just dissolved into the brightness like the world itself chose to ignore them.
There was no answer.
It was only them… and the golden gate that watched in perfect silence.
The space trembled—finally—as a voice rolled through it like thunder dipped in honey.
"Hello there, otherworlders!!"
The students jolted, spinning around in panic, and then they saw him.
A being hovered above them, effortlessly suspended in the brilliance. Six wings arced from his back, three pure white like fresh snow, three pitch black like the void between stars. The wings moved slowly, almost lazily, but each flap sent gentle ripples through the light around him.
His appearance was both terrifying and beautiful, like he couldn't decide whether he was an angel or something far older.
"My name is Michael," the being announced, arms open in welcome. "And I'm in need of your help, otherworlders."
Murmurs broke out immediately.
"Michael? Like… the Michael?"
"Bro, why does he have DLC wings?"
"Wait—help? From us? Why?"
"We're high schoolers, not heroes!"
Michael smiled with the patience of someone who had listened to mortals panic for thousands of years.
"I know you have many questions," he said, voice echoing through the plane. "But fret not. All will be explained in time. For now, understand just this: your arrival was no accident."
The golden gate behind him glowed—brighter, deeper, like it was responding to his presence.
"You have been chosen."
The class froze.
Chosen for what?
Chosen by who?
And why them?
Michael's wings stretched wide, casting overlapping shadows of light and darkness across the plane.
"Please," he said softly, "hear me out."