Chapter 2

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ．．．

“序章”

Josho…

「 ｖｅｒｉｆｉｅｄ」

The first thing you noticed was not the unfamiliar feeling of stiff linen sheets, or the way sunlight painted everything in shades of gold through window sills. It was the smell. It was earthy and alive, like rain on ancient cobblestones mixed with something floral you could not define.

It was so divine that you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so… calm.

You pushed yourself up slowly, the cracking of the wooden bed ringing in your ear.

The second thing you noticed was the aching pain in every part of your body.

What… the fuck! Ow, ow, ow!

You winced as you tried to stretch each limb. You checked everything as you patted down your body. No obvious injuries, but goodness, it hurts.

The surroundings hit you second. The overwhelming scent of medicinal herbs, and the faint lingering sweetness of some kind of flower. Your eyes fluttered open to polished wood and white plastered walls, so sterile that for a moment, you thought you’d actually kicked the bucket.

Well, you thought you were. Your last memory was of a truck hitting you.

There is… just no way.

The way sunlight spilled through tall windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing over a sea of perfectly tucked futons and wooden bed frames. You’ve seen this before.

Hours upon hours of reading and watching the series on all platforms, with just the recent movie coming out when everyone got to fight with Muzan. When your favourite died in the most gruesome way you could have watched. And now, you’re sitting in the bed that housed her patients.

Confusion washed over you as you struggled to process what had happened. The last thing you remembered was the screech of brakes, the blinding headlights, and then… nothing. Now, you resided in what should have been impossible—brushing dust from a white samue that had replaced your torn jeans and bloodied jacket. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the chatter of voices you once heard in the anime. A particular Insect Hashira.

Real voices. Real people.

Real world.

“I’m… I’m a victim of a stupid isekai trope.”

What the fuck!

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