Ron stepped out of the convenience store, plastic bag swinging from his wrist, streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement.
He looked down at his phone with a slow smirk.
Debra:
"My boyfriend is going camping with his friends this weekend. Let's enjoy together. Bring me that long chocolate."
Ron:
"Say Less!"
Ron glanced inside the grocery bag.
He smirked wider.
"Imma give you the chocos you want."
Ron got into his car, tossed the grocery bag to the passenger seat, and started driving.
Rain tapped lightly against the windshield as he crossed the bridge. The city lights shimmered in the dark water below.
The radio crackled.
A cheerful voice came on.
"And for the Scorpios — do not take a bath today, because there could be a gorilla in your shower."
Ron blinked.
"What kind of BS is this?"
The radio replied instantly:
"BS? Sir, I am simply performing my occupation."
Ron froze.
Slowly turned toward the dashboard.
"What occupation? Why would there be a gorilla in somebody's shower?"
"How do i know ask your mom, she's Scorpio."
Ron's eyebrow twitched.
He slowly reached into his waistband and pulled out his gun.
Pointed it at the radio.
"You say something?"
"Man, I'm just trying to do my job."
"Then do it right. I'm a Gemini."
The radio cleared its throat.
"Ah. Gemini. Your horoscope states… your life is about to take a wild turn."
Ron squinted.
"What you mea—"
Headlights exploded in his rearview mirror.
A horn screamed.
Then—
BOOOOOOM.
A truck slammed into his car.
The world flipped.
Glass shattered.
Choco Doms flew in slow motion.
The car smashed through the bridge railing.
Silence.
Then—
Cold.
Dark.
Water swallowed everything.
The truck driver stumbled out, helmet crooked.
He looked over the edge of the bridge.
Sighed.
"Not again…"
A civilian leaned out of his car window.
"Hey… did you just isekai that dude?"
The driver rubbed his forehead.
"It wasn't on purpose, I swear."
"How many now?"
The driver hesitated.
"…Fifth one this month."
The civilian blinked.
"Fifth? I thought this only happened in Japan."
The driver shrugged helplessly.
"Look, man, the timing just lines up sometimes."
The civilian squinted over the bridge.
"Hold up."
Pause.
"You just isekai'd a Black man."
The driver slowly turned.
"…Yeah?"
"I ain't never seen that variant before."
Silence.
Distant splash echoing below.
Driver mutters:
"HR's gonna cook me for this."
For Ron everything went white, cold, weightless.
No water. No sound. Just bright emptiness.
"Am I… dead?"
Echo.
His voice sounded delayed.
Then—
Images started flashing.
His childhood.
His first bike.
Him falling off the bike immediately.
Fast cuts.
Then—
Debra "Oh you clap so good"
"Oh… okay. That's a good memory."
Flash.
Doggo training with Mrs. Pamela.
"Mrs. Pamela thank you for teaching me the fundamentals of Doggy"
Flash.
Marcus.
The "stick measuring contest."
Ron squinted.
"Wait… nah. Why is THIS one here?"
The white light flickered.
Everything glitched.
The radio voice echoed faintly:
"Gemini… wild turn…"
The white space cracked like glass.
Then—
SPLASH.
Ron burst out of the water, coughing violently.
Mud. Fog. Trees.
No bridge. No city lights.
He blinked.
"Huh? …I'm not dead?"
His phone started ringing.
He froze.
Slowly pulled it out of his soaked pocket.
Screen still glowing.
Caller ID:
God
Ron squinted.
"…Of course."
He answered.
"Hello?"
Cheerful voice:
"Ron! Hi! Mushasha here. The Isekai God."
Ron blinked twice.
"Hey Mufasa. What's up?"
"Ah— no. Not Mufasa. Different intellectual property. Anyway— small apology."
Ron started walking in circles.
"What you mean 'apology'?"
"So you were not the scheduled soul transfer today."
Ron stopped.
"…What?"
"It was supposed to be a 19-year-old introverted swordsman from Osaka."
"Hold on."
Ron rubbed his forehead.
"What are you trying to tell me?"
Deep breath on the other side.
"Ron… you got isekai'd."
Pause.
Wind rustled the trees.
Ron slowly turned.
"You got the wrong—"
A massive shadow passed over him.
He looked up.
A dragon flew across the sky.
Slow. Majestic. Fire leaking from its mouth.
Ron stared.
Long silence.
"Ooooo mah Gawwd."