Before I could process the scenery in front of me, my other senses, already overwhelmed by the new information. I had to calibrate myself for a few seconds.

"...What room is this...?"

The room looked very similar to a house you'd see in the countryside. Even the smell had that scent of rusticity which reminded me of my childhood days right before I transferred to the city with my parents. Once I got there, that's probably the moment I slowly became a disappointment to my parents. If I were to continue living in the countryside... It's obvious my life would be entirely different by now.

I promptly got up from the bed and looked around me. The walls seemed to be made of wood but upon closer inspection, my eyes began to see unusual patterns that I've never seen before. The flooring remained identically the same as a normal wooden floor though. As I observed more, the technology that I was used to led to me inspecting a certain object that piqued my interest.

"What the heck? What language is this?" I muttered.

It was written on a piece of paper that was on top of a table besides me. In addition, the paper also looked primitive.

Then it hit me. Isekai.

I used to be such a fan of the genre a few years ago that I motivated myself to simulate my own isekai world in my dreams. But, it never really clicked.

Now that I'm actually here, there must be a reason as to why I was brought here. Could it be that I actually have a hidden talent within me? Will I have the infamous harem party with me in the near future?

Stop. Minori. Don't get your hopes up or you will regret it later. My inner thought told me.

That's right... It might look and sound amazing in anime... But, experiencing the real deal can be actually scary.

For now, let's just look outside. There was a closed window behind the table. If anything, behind this window lies the answer to my question.

My heart began to pump faster. It was only natural. This is a real isekai experience and my situation might actually be worse than I expected.

Slowly, my legs began to shake as I moved towards the window. It felt like I couldn't breathe.

All I have to do is to pull this window up and see what is outside.

The handle was right in front of me. I steadied myself then grabbed the handle and pulled the window up.

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