Kael. Male. At the age of 25. Left on a sidewalk after being hit by a truck when I was coming back from work, there it lay—my lifeless body.

 

Maybe I should feel sad.

 

I had little to get attached to.

 

Almost every day was the same. I went to work. I sat down. And pretended to like people who didn’t like me either.

 

At work, a “friend group” formed around me. Our bond? Fleeting complaints about our jobs. Yet I’m likely still a stranger to them. Their siblings, lovers, dreams – all unknown. Our friendship, if you can call it that, rests on shared hatred and brief exchanges.

 

I worked from 8 to 8, 6 days a week. On Sundays, I’ve tried to study to escape this situation. But I’m often too tired and end up resting in guilt.

 

Not trying hard enough is something that has haunted me.

 

Love life, empty too. Always afraid of my financial situation, I didn’t want to date a girl and drag her down with me. Nor did I see any way out of the pathetic situation I was living in.

 

As time passed, people around me lived their lives. Mine was only work.

 

If I left my job, I couldn’t pay the rent for my house, and if I stayed, I would be an office slave until the moment of my death. Which, unfortunately, I was proven right.

 

But at that time, three years ago, I might have had a chance…

 

…

 

Curious that I can manage to gather my thoughts in such a state.

 

Perhaps this is what happens when you die. People to a better place… or worse.

 

I wonder if I will be missed.

 

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It feels like a few minutes have passed, but why do I sense that I still have a body? I don’t want to open my eyes, only to find myself in a pool of blood.

 

I felt something gentle holding me. A sudden relief rushed through my mind, as if I had been revitalized.

 

Before I could think, I opened my eyes. The blue sky was above me. A refreshing breeze washed over me.

 

Is this the afterlife or what? Is it paradise, hell, or somewhere in between? This weird feeling is throwing me off – I don’t feel dead, but I have no idea what being dead’s supposed to feel like.

 

Kael placed his right hand on his face to experiment with what exactly he could do, and then he noticed. He could feel his hand and his face, both in place.

 

This is my face, my hand? Am I alive?

 

Filled with anxiety, he then touched each of his limbs to confirm his suspicion. And with each motion, he seemed more certain that he was, in fact, not dead.

 

How is this even possible?! My legs, my arms, and my ears are all there. My body is moving without any problems.

 

He took a deep breath and began touching his surroundings since his eyes were still turned to the sky.

 

This air is fresh. Nostalgic yet, it doesn’t smell like anything I can remember. And this thing around me is definitely grass; that’s why it feels so comfortable lying down here.

 

The young man, afterward, gradually stood up and glanced at an extraordinary vision.

 

Endless stretches of vibrant green lay before me. To my right, a wide azure river meandered. I stood, awestruck by the nearly flawless panorama unfolding around me.

 

That does not look like hell, so is it heaven? That must be it.

 

He was amazed by the view: a large meadow appeared in front of him, near a river that was as wide as a football pitch.

 

As he admired the view, something interrupted him. A small, transparent text box appeared before him. His eyes focused on it, reading the strange message.

 

WELCOME. YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED BY A PLAYER.

 

What the hell is that?! Player? This is strange. This could be some sort of hallucination post-death for all I know.

 

He looked at his hand and clenched his fists. This led him to a conclusion almost at once.

 

Nah, this can’t be it. This feels way too real. All my senses are working without any problems. I can move my body as I want. If this window before me speaks the truth.

 

A player has summoned me. What exactly is this system? Is it like the RPG stuff I know? Where now I would be in their party?

 

As he was gathering his thoughts, the message in the window changed like a phone notification.

 

YOUR SUMMONER IS NEAR YOU.

 

‘It seems they are close; maybe they are searching for me. I shouldn’t wander too far from here. They might have a clue about what I should do.’

 

While waiting, Kael took another look at his body, noticing some small changes.

 

‘My body seems a bit different from the previous one. My skin is now smoother and softer. I have no visible abs, and I am skinnier than before.’

 

‘Another aspect I became aware of is that I’m shorter. In my previous body, I was around 5’11” (180 cm). 5 inches (12 cm) of height might have been taken away from me.’

 

‘To why this happened, I have no idea. There is a chance this isn’t my body, too.’

 

YOUR SUMMONER IS APPROACHING YOU.

 

Hmmmm, they should be here soon. Taking another look around, I see no sign of them, just the vast green mixed with the white of the flowers.

 

My gaze turned to the floating screen once more. I noticed an arrow pointing to the left. I kept staring at it for a few moments before pressing it, and a bigger screen materialized in front of me.

 

NAME: Kael Vilar

 

AGE: 18

 

SEX: MALE

 

LEVEL: 1

 

SUMMONED BY: Miria Razenbahr

 

What’s that? Is that my profile? I guess so. It says the name of my summoner is Miria. It sounds like the name of a woman. She might help me understand more. But, telling her I’m not from here may not be the best idea.

 

Better keep it to myself for now.

 

Well, since there’s a chance to be a girl, I should check a bit of myself. I don’t want to ruin my first impressions.

 

I looked down. My clothes are quite simple, now that I see them. My gray pants were linen. My oversized shirt is probably made of the same stuff. Nothing too fancy, but it looked quite good. And last but not least, my leather shoes. If I had to guess the setting. It would likely be Medieval Fantasy.

 

Interesting for a second chance at life. Hopefully, I can make something out of it.

 

Damn, this feels so exciting; finally, a place where I can do whatever I want.

 

There’s a chance that I can fight dragons? Marry a beautiful elf or a myserious witch… haha, I should stop daydreaming. This whole scenario might be better than hitting the jackpot.

 

Still, all I can do is move on with this life.

 

Well, what could go wrong? Heh.

 

I give a smile, enjoying the view as I take a deep breath.

 

Yet, Kael’s thoughts were soon interrupted by a feminine voice. Coming from the opposite side of the riverbank.

 

“Hi, you there!!” I turn to see who it is, and when I look back, I see a woman a few meters away from me standing. A breeze soon hits us, forcing her light brown hair to hide her face.

 

Her voice was both youthful and imposing. She was on the taller side for a woman too, about 5’10” – 178 cm. Her brown leather boots and pants clashed with the dreamlike scenery. They showed off her well-built legs. Beyond that, her white long-sleeved blouse gave an air of professionalism about her.

 

When the breeze came to a halt, I finally could see her face. Her features were perfect. Her piercing hazel eyes and bent eyebrows stared at me. It was as if she were trying to figure out what she was seeing. Her expression mixed confusion with a sudden realization. Her mouth hung slightly open.

 

“Wait! You’re a man?!” she yelled with enthusiasm, running towards me with open arms and wrapping them around me for a hug. For a second, I thought I was going to enjoy it. I was painfully wrong; it felt like a bear was hugging me. She was strong enough to make it feel like my rib cage was going to pop.”

 

The woman, upon realizing that her hug was much more than he could handle, released her arms, saying.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Sometimes I forget how strong I am.” Kael took a deep breath after she let go of him. He was panting, staring at the ground as he took another glance at her. His sight was exactly at the point of her generous breasts. If I had to guess, 36DD cup. Not that I could pinpoint it with only a glance.

 

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine… just don’t do that again.” I ask her while giving a smile; she’s absolutely gorgeous, but not the type of woman I have a chance with. I have another chance in life, but let’s not fall into a pit of illusion.

 

Miria nodded, saying.

 

“I must introduce myself then.”

 

“My name is Miria Razenbahr. I’m your Summoner.” She extended her hand to me; I shook it in reply.

 

“Kael, it’s nice to meet ya; can I ask you something?” Her eyes shine when she looks at me. I’ve never seen anyone as happy as she is after meeting me. It feels wrong.

 

“Yeah, what would that be?”

 

“About you summoning me, what does that mean? And is there anything special about me being a man?” I inquired about the thing I’m curious about the most.

 

She would cease her smile and stare at me in shock.

 

“Wait, don’t you know?” She was dumbfounded by what I had just said.

 

“Huh? Know what? The summoning thing or the man thing?” This is way too strange of a reaction.

 

She kept staring at me, seemingly trying to figure out an answer. “The Summoning is hard to explain. Simply put, I have someone who calls on others to help with my goals.”

 

That’s a bit vague, but that does explain who called me. But not how I have been summoned. Not that it matters for now.

 

“The main thing is, that. This world. Men are just rare.” After finishing her sentence, she had a smile she couldn’t contain. It was as if she had won the lottery, and I was her billion-dollar prize.

 

“Alright. Men are rare in this world. How rare are we talking?” The idea of men being rare was somehow novel to me. Maybe there was a chance I’d be popular with the girls here.

 

She placed fingers on her chin. “I don’t know exactly. But, if I had to guess from what I’ve heard. Its 1 man to 100 women.”

 

Oh Lord. What? That’s insane. Now she justifies her happiness. Mine too. Haha.

 

“You’re kidding, right?” My lips formed an awkward smile, almost in disbelief.

 

“No, I’m not. And now you belong to me. Hahahahaha! With you, I’ll be so rich. But dealing with the psychos living with me is good enough. Hahahahaha!” For a moment, the woman looked like she was daydreaming in front of me. Laughing to the point that a few tears dropped from her eyes.

 

“Wa-wai-wait. What do you mean by “belonging to you?” Huh?!” She’s cute but ain’t no woman going to just order me around. I have a second chance in life in the world with a ton of women; I’m not going to miss my chance.

 

“What I mean is.” The woman’s finger flicked toward me, sparking a mysterious purple glow. As I investigated, I cautiously lowered my pants, revealing a strange mark on my pelvis.

 

The friendly façade vanished, replaced by a smirk fixed on the mark. “This symbol grants me control over summoned beings,” she said, her tone mischievous. “It bestows upon me absolute control—over you.”

 

What a fucking rollercoaster. It seems my day can’t get any better. I die, revive, and now a madwoman has extra plans for me.

 

“So, wha-what can you do with it?” I ask her while stumbling over my words.

 

Miria, with a huge smile on her face, spoke while pointing.

 

“Your dick will only obey the one who can control the mark. The only people who can do that without a contract are me or another bearer of the mark. So you’d better not have any funny ideas.”

 

Mind-blowing, isn’t it? I get summoned into a world with lots of women, and I’m already in an abusive relationship.