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|P.O.V. - Evan|
*This class is the most boring shit ever.*
Sir BS: "Now, does anyone here know what the second law of thermodynamics is?"
*What is he even talking about? This shit is so unnecessary for our future, why do we need to learn this? And more importantly, this is a communications class, where in Satan's ass did he pull that from?!*
I would've slammed my face down on my desk if it didn't get me called up to do the rest of the lecture for him.
*I took this class as a remedial cause it looked easy enough, why the fuck is it harder than the classes I failed?*
Getting fed up, I pulled out my phone. The one thing about the teacher is that he's as blind as a bat. I began fiddling with it, searching up random shit when I saw a random anime quiz.
"Another Generic Isekai: Want to become a protagonist?"
*... That feels like the most low effort tittle ever. That's all the info?*
I debated doing it, fearing that it might get me caught if I focus on it but with a glance to the guys at the front, it seems I'll be fine. I watched as a guy literally just watched porn on his phone while the girl next to him was posing and texting, blatantly doing it without doing any hiding.
*Sure, why not? What could go wrong?*
I clicked on the link, seeing the usual quiz format. The first question was my name. I thought over if I wanted to write my actual name or make an edgy, drama queen name.
*Evan Briarwood. Even if this ain't real, I like my name and imagining it as anything else sounds wrong to me.*
I entered my name, going through the next questions with ease. What's my background, how I got isekai'd, what powers I wanted, that kind of stuff.
*A normal 19 your old guy with not so normal looks, who says he likes anime but really hasn't watched any anime at all since he was 15. He simply blinked and then found himself floating in a vast empty kaleidoscope of colors he couldn't comprehend, being alone with nothing but a floating gift box and a wheel of fortune that he instinctively felt was his new powers.*
I physically had to pinch myself to not gag at the cringe I felt. I didn't feel it better I typed in the answers but when I recounted my thoughts, I just felt the indescribable urge to punch my face. I clamped my mouth to not let a groan out and get Mr. Pulling shit out my ass to call me to the front. I shook of the feeling and moved to the next question.
*"What do you look like?" Well...*
I look down to my out fit and found it a bother to describe it. A pair of dark blue knee high socks, gray shorts with a lot of stickers and pins, a half black and half red loose shirt. That was covered by an oversized, red anime jacket with the hood up, hiding my tide up black hair and Hanafuda earrings that had Chinese dragons drawn into them. Very weeaboo but I didn't care, it looked great with my androgynous appearance.
*And by the frequent gay confusion on the many other male students faces, I think they agree too. The one good thing about that jackass of a teacher is that he doesn't give a flying fuck what you look like, be it a normal Sunday dress or a fursuit. There was even that one time a guy came in completely naked, he didn't care but the others did so the nude guy was arrested. As long as you were in class, no fucks given.*
I looked back to the question and decided to just write "me" and move on since no one else but me and the government spy monitoring my phone would see it.
*And the next question is... "What stat do you want to temporarily max out?" What? What kind of question is that?! And why "temporarily", can't it be permanently?*
I moved through the options and chose luck cause it would help with my powers. I looked up as I heard seats moving and saw that class was done. I was so focused on the quiz, I didn't notice class ended. I felt hunger assault me and made me realize I should probably eat before I starve to death. I grabbed my sling bag and moved out, moving as fast as I can towards the cafeteria.
*Oh thank god, there isn't a long line. I gotta go quick if I don't want all the nuggets and cheesy fries to disappear.*
I grabbed a tray and quickly filled it up with every unhealthy food available. The food hear ranged from possibly refried dogfood to glorious pizza, and it didn't taste like cardboard. I gave the cashier 40 bucks and went to a table far away from the food line, don't want to be near there when the starving undergrads came. I sat down and immediately started chowing down on the nuggets.
*I don't know how this school can afford feeding us this good but I'm not complaining.*
I finish through the side dishes before remembering the quiz and pulling my phone out from my bag. I sighed in relief as I saw the quiz saved and wouldn't need me to restart all over. I go through the next questions, mindlessly answering what seemed to be personality questions. I reach the last question.
"Are you ready to begin your story?"
"Yeah, obviously. Who wouldn't?"
I said out loud, rolling my eyes at the quiz. I wondered what the result would be like. I raised my slice of pizza to take a bite as I blinked.
|P.O.V. - ?|
Evan opened his eyes and instantly closed them again. His sight was assaulted, stinging from the sudden light that erupted around him. He blinked a lot, growing more adjusted with every blink until he could keep his eyes open. And what he saw mesmerized him.
An infinite expanse of color and light, shifting and exploding in colors he knew weren't normal but couldn't comprehend. After admiring the space around him, he finally looked forward and saw something unbelievable.
A floating gift box and a wheel of fortune and he felt it, a click in the back of his mind, a connection made as he stared at the giant golden wheel. A single word floated in his head as the reality crashed down on his head.
Evan: "Fuck."