In a bustling city under a clear blue February sky, life thrived in its comforting routine. People streamed in and out of towering buildings, cars weaved through the streets, and greetings were exchanged—familiar scenes of a world untouched by chaos. Yet, this tranquility was about to be disrupted.
A stark contrast to the city's vibrancy was an area now eerily silent, devoid of the usual signs of life. In the center of this desolation lay a "hollow space," a crack within the very fabric of space itself. This anomaly was a weak point between dimensions, neglected and forgotten, its foundation crumbling. As the cracks widened, small fragments of reality began to fall away, revealing a gaping hole. Through this breach, the menacing red eye of a monstrous entity surveyed our world with ominous intent.
The scene shifted back to the lively city, where people carried on, blissfully unaware of the impending threat. In a quaint café, a subtle disturbance began as a girl's cup of coffee trembled. The vibrations grew, soon undeniable, shaking the entire establishment. Patrons looked around in confusion, fear creeping into their voices.
"What the hell is going on?" a man shouted, panic edging into his tone. "I think it's an earthquake—we need to take cover!" a woman exclaimed, her voice laced with alarm. But their assumptions fell short of the truth, as those outside witnessed the source of their dread.
A colossal behemoth loomed, its appearance a grotesque blend of prehistoric and alien. Its head, reminiscent of a hammerhead shark, was studded with eyes that glinted with predatory focus. Its body, armored with massive dorsal plates and a tail ending in sharp, bony spikes, was covered in skin as rough as stone. With a roar that pierced the air and pained the ears, it sent the city into a frenzy of terror.
"Don't worry, everyone, get to the shelter—hurry, before that monster gets here!" an officer directed the panicking civilians, ushering them to safety. "When will the superhumans arrive?" another officer asked, anxiety mounting as the monster effortlessly demolished a building with a mere flick of its tail. "The Meta Association has sent their superhumans; they're on their way," came the reassuring reply.
As the monster neared the shelter, a sudden blast of fire struck its back, halting its advance. It turned to face its assailants—five figures clad in skin-tight nanotechnology battle armor, wielding weapons designed to combat such monstrosities.
The monster, now enraged, let out a bellowing roar, but the five figures stood their ground. They began to advance, their walk turning into a run, charging toward the beast to halt its rampage and claim it for its valuable parts. The monster, recognizing the challenge, charged forward, ready to engage in a fierce battle.
The confrontation erupted in the middle of the street, explosions and blood painting a chaotic tableau.
"Could they be any messier? The sight of that thing is already revolting enough, and they're just adding to the mess," a voice remarked from above. The speaker was a 17-year-old boy perched atop a radio tower, observing the conflict below with a detached air.
This boy was Yūki Sato, the protagonist of our tale and a transmigrator from Earth. His story, woven into the fabric of this alternate world, was just beginning to unfold.
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I'm in a new world but I'm purposefully trying to be a side character
AdventureYūki Sato just a normal ordinary teenager 15 years of age who lived on earth having just the most normal light ever however until he got involved within a shooting accident which caused his death however he was immediately brought into this alternat...
