Imagine waking up one day, not in your familiar bedroom, but in a world straight out of a fantasy novel.
That's exactly what happens to Hiroshi Sato, a brilliant but kind of ordinary Japanese programmer.
One moment he's debugging code, the next he's...
He willed the command to execute. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a small, glowing string of characters, "Hello World," materialized in the air directly in front of him, hovering for a few seconds before fading away.
Hiroshi stared, dumbfounded. It worked. It actually worked. His mind, his programming knowledge, was somehow directly linked to the fabric of this reality. This was beyond anything he could have dreamed. This was his cheat.
This was Reality Coding.
He tried another, more practical command, his mind racing with possibilities. He needed light.
A small, spherical orb of pure white light, about the size of his fist, flickered into existence beside him, illuminating the immediate surroundings with a soft, steady glow. It floated obediently at his side, casting dancing shadows on the strange trees.
"Incredible," he whispered, a genuine smile, the first in what felt like years, breaking across his face. The fear was still there, a cold knot in his stomach, but it was now overshadowed by a surge of exhilaration, a programmer's thrill of discovery.
Then, another thought struck him. His synopsis mentioned "Omni-Net." Could that be real too? He focused, trying to access it. The terminal interface shifted, morphing into a clean, almost stark search bar.
Search Omni-Net:
He hesitated, then typed, his fingers miming the motions in the air.
Search Omni-Net: what is isekai?
The search bar glowed, and then, in a flash, a list of results appeared below it. They weren't web links, but concise, information-rich snippets.
Isekai (異世界): A literary genre in which a character is transported from their ordinary world to a new, fantastical, or alternate world. Often involves a "cheat" ability.
Common Isekai Tropes: Reincarnation, summoning, truck-kun, god's blessing, OP abilities, harem, nation-building.
Survival in an Isekai Varies greatly by world. Key concerns: food, water, shelter, hostile creatures, magic systems, local customs, currency, language.
Hiroshi felt a laugh bubble up, a slightly hysterical sound. It was real. All of it. He had been isekai'd, he had an OP ability, and he had access to a universal search engine. The sheer absurdity of it was almost too much to bear, yet it was the most logical thing that had happened to him all day.
His programmer's mind, now fully engaged, immediately shifted from panic to problem-solving. He was in an unknown environment, with unknown threats. What was the first thing any rational entity would do in this situation? Gather information. Organize it. Create a plan.
His first project: an Isekai Survival Guide.
He brought up the Reality Coding interface again, clearing the previous commands. He'd structure it like a Python script, a dynamic document that he could update as he learned more.
Code:
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As he mentally typed, the lines of code flowed effortlessly, the syntax familiar and comforting. The interface responded instantly, compiling his thoughts into actionable commands. He could feel the guide forming, not just as text, but as a structured mental framework, a blueprint for his new existence. The display_text command brought up the compiled guide as a scrollable document within his visual interface, clear and concise.
He read through it, nodding. It was a solid start. A programmer's approach to survival. He had mapped out the known unknowns and identified the variables. Now, he just needed to gather the data.
The small orb of light he had created earlier still floated beside him, a beacon in the deepening twilight of the forest. He was alone, utterly alone, in a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The weight of his old life, the endless hours, the crushing pressure, seemed to dissipate with every line of code he mentally wrote. Here, his skills weren't just valued; they were a superpower.
He took another deep breath, this one filled with a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation. The survival guide was just the beginning. He had a world to explore, a reality to debug, and perhaps, a nation to build.
The terminal loop of his old life was truly broken.
His new program had just begun to run. And for the first time in a very long time, Hiroshi Sato felt a flicker of genuine hope.
