The Transmigration - Prologue

It was like waking up after getting his head smashed by a blunt object. No, maybe it really happened, or maybe it was Truck-sama bestowing good-will upon him and awarding the transmigration so dreamed by so many people, teen and olds alike.

Like so a bloated Ryu woke, opening his eyes in the middle of a lonely road in the middle of a very plain plain, pastures extending to his left and right as far as the eye could see.

Where was he?

He didn't know.

When did he get here?

He didn't know.

Why was he here?

He didn't know.

What was he doing before?

He didn't know.

Who was he?

He didn't... yes, he did. He was Ryu, a roundly shaped otaku who suddenly found himself in a place he didn't recognize and surely not anywhere near any place he actually knew.

For a moment his head spun in circles as round as his stomach, but then he shook his head and took an hold of himself.

This wasn't the time to wallow in confusion. If he wanted to do that, there would be enough time once she found some help, or maybe even while walking on this endless road extending upon him.