Year-unknown, Month-unknown, Date-unknown.

Amidst the battlefield littered with decaying corpses, where the sound of metal striking metal reverberated, primal roars of beasts filled the air. The stench of death clung to the atmosphere, a testament to the fallen victims.

In the heart of this gruesome battleground stood a lone woman, her hand gripping a sword, defiance etched on her face. She fought relentlessly against the endless horde of enemies advancing toward her, eyes ablaze with bloodlust.

One of the monstrous creatures hurled a molten lava ball at her. The impact against her shield sizzled, the lava hardening into obsidian black. The heat seeped through the enchanted metal, a searing reminder of the inferno she faced.

Across the battlefield, the monstrous horde surged forward like an infernal legion. Her companions fought valiantly, their eyes reflecting unwavering loyalty and determination. Guttural roars echoed through the canyons as they held their ground.

The woman's blade, a symbol of power, moved in a deadly rhythm. Each crimson stroke carved a path through the swarming beasts. But they kept coming—an insatiable thirst for destruction driving this infernal legion.

Her companions fell one by one. Some were devoured alive, others succumbed to the monsters' dark magic. Their deaths were cruel, evoking pity even from the Devil himself.

Then, as if by magic, the creatures began to retreat. The sound of their footsteps fading brought a glimmer of hope to the eyes of the warriors in the Woman's armies.

The echoes of retreating shrieks hung heavy in the air, followed by silence. But alas! The mistress of destiny had more in store for them.

Luck had abandoned the Woman, and the silence that enveloped the battlefield was not the triumphant hush of victory, but rather the ominous stillness of a predator closing in on its prey. From the heart of the carnage emerged a monstrosity—a nightmare given form—casting its obsidian shadow across the blood-soaked earth.

This colossal beast, twice the size of an armored transport, lumbered forward from amidst the writhing mass of monsters. Its obsidian claws scraped the sky, leaving deep furrows in the air. Rows of needle-like teeth lined its gaping maw, and as it opened wide, a torrent of acidic goo surged forth. The woman, her instincts honed by countless battles, rolled away just in time. The goo sizzled against her boot, melting through the ground like a malevolent acid rain.

Some of her companions, whose instincts were not as keen as the woman’s, fell victim to the acidic goo. Their screams echoed for miles, their bodies melting slowly from head to toe.

The battlefield trembled under the monster's weight, and the surviving warriors watched in horror as it advanced. Their fate hung in the balance, and the woman knew that this was no ordinary adversary. It was a force beyond reckoning—a harbinger of doom that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Yet, even as fear tightened its grip, determination burned in her eyes. She would not yield. She would fight until her last breath, for she was one of the chosen ones—the defenders of realms unknown. And in this dire moment, her blade would become a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.

The battle raged on, the clash of steel and the roars of beasts echoing through the desolate landscape. But the true test lay ahead—the final confrontation with the nightmare that now loomed before her. The woman steadied herself, her heart a drumbeat of resolve. For destiny had chosen her, and she would either emerge victorious or become another name etched into the annals of sacrifice.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and the agonizing cries, a choked whisper, heavy with regret, escaped the woman’s lips:

“If only…” [The woman]

The echo of her lament, “If only,” hung heavy in the air—a bitter contrast to the clash of steel and the roar of the monstrous entity standing before her.

Year 2060, Month May, Date 02

In the waning days of April 2060, our world continued its familiar rhythms, blissfully unaware of the cosmic forces conspiring beneath the veil of reality.

But on the eve of May 2, a revelation unfolded—a grand celestial warning that would thrust humanity into the embrace of the unknown.

Amidst the revelation, the Overseer emerged—a being beyond our understanding, draped in the ethereal glow of power and authority.

"Prithvi Putraah (Children of Earth), " [Overseer]

the Overseer's voice echoed, its words transcending language.

"Aham Toezichthouder (I am the Overseer). "Shrunvantu me vakyaani" (Hear my words), for your world teeters on the precipice of cosmic transformation." [Overseer]

The proclamation reverberated across borders and cultures, leaving hearts and minds of listeners in awe.

"Dasashatatvaaneeteshu bhavishyanti yatah(Two thousand among you shall be chosen) for a journey to a realm beyond your wildest imaginations. A world eight times the size of yours, a world where magic is as advanced as your own. Fear not, for this selection shall be random, independent of your origin, your diverse nations." [Overseer]

Governments convened emergency meetings, grappling with the unknown revelation. The United Nations transformed into a hub of anticipation and anxiety. Representatives from every corner of the globe converged, seeking answers behind this enigmatic decree, this anomaly.

The atmosphere crackled with awe and uncertainty—an acknowledgment that the world stood on the brink of an unprecedented event was accepted by everyone.

And then they emerged—the chosen ones, each bearing a cosmic sigil, a mark of participation in this extraordinary journey to the word beyond. As individuals stepped forward with the title bestowed upon them by the Overseer, titles that carried the weight of destiny.

1.THE NEXUS

 

"You, chosen one, shall be known as 'The Nexus.' Your path intertwines with the threads of destiny, a pivotal force in the cosmic dance."

 

2.THE ENIGMA

 

"To you, with skills unseen yet vital, I bestow the title of 'The Enigma.' Your presence is the subtle undercurrent shaping the tapestry of events."

 

3.THE SWARM

 

"As a collective, you shall be known as 'The Swarm.' Together, your unity forms a force greater than the sum of its parts."

The global reaction was swift and varied. Media outlets buzzed with Overseer's headlines, capturing the bewildered expressions of the chosen ones.

Governments grappled with the distribution of chosen ones, a complex tapestry woven in proportion to each nation's population.

As the proclamation echoed worldwide, nations grappled with a spectrum of reactions.

In India, where ancient traditions intertwined with the revelation, communities gathered in great numbers for prayer, seeking divine blessings for the chosen Nexus holders.

China, with its pragmatic approach, initiated a comprehensive strategy, organizing forums to address the implications of the journey.

The United States, a melting pot of diverse ideologies, saw a blend of awe, skepticism, and scientific inquiry as citizens contemplated the unknown forces at play.

Russia, known for its resilience, adopted a stoic stance, preparing its chosen ones for the uncertainties of this shift.

In Brazil, where the tapestry of culture and spirituality was tightly woven, the revelation sparked colorful celebrations and rituals, invoking the spirits of the land.

And so, across continents, the chosen ones grappled with their newfound titles, their destinies irrevocably altered by the cosmic anomaly that had thrust them into the unknown.

As the drama played out, an unknown voice echoed through a room filled with three individuals. Among them stood a boy with the Nexus symbol, turning to another—a silent exchange, a promise uttered without words.

"Take care of her for me," [The Boy]

The boy said, with his voice filled with, sadness and anxiety.

And so, with symbols etched upon them, the chosen ones embarked on their odyssey—an unknown force, a cosmic armor, embracing them, providing subtle protection against the unpredictable whims of fate.

In the wake of their departure, symbols became beacons of hope, enigma, and collective strength, starting a journey into the unknown realms of a cosmos that waited with bated breath for the chosen ones to make their mark.

As May 2 dawned, the stage was set for a puzzling narrative that would continue to unfold for years to come, leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of existence—a story started because of the interference of an unknown entity, grappling with the unknown isekai that beckoned humanity into uncharted realm full of uncertainty and dangers.

Year 2060, Month May, Date 18

Two weeks after the cosmic proclamation that 2,000 people would be transferred to another world, the long-awaited day had arrived.

In the aftermath of the first transfer, the Overseer's voice resonated through Earth's airwaves, addressing its inhabitants:

"Anubhavah saakshaat(experience it directly)" [Overseer]

The Overseer proclaimed.

"Through the eyes of the Nexus, witness the marvels of the other realm." [Overseer ]

With this statement, a thrilling announcement reverberated across the globe, promising a glimpse into another universe through the eyes of the Nexuses.

Nervous whispers buzzed but soon dissipated like ice melting under the summer sun. These were not mere magic tricks—200 shimmering gateways stood open, ready to transport the chosen ones. In bustling squares and quiet fields, families clung to each other, their farewells tinged with both fear and excitement.

Now, instead of anxiety, hearts brimmed with hope and wonder. Children stared wide-eyed at the swirling portals, while seasoned explorers clutched their maps, a flicker of trepidation in their eyes. Then, with a blinding flash, the gates roared to life. Each chosen individual, handpicked from a sea of hopefuls, vanished in an instant, swallowed whole by the shimmering doorways.

Behind them, echoes of goodbyes lingered in the air—a bittersweet reminder of the world they left behind. For in this grand adventure, everyone understood that something would shift. This journey would change them, and they might never see their families again.

Overseer's Castle

Meanwhile, in the transfer control center within the Overseer's castle, the usually composed Overseer grappled with confusion and anxiety. An unforeseen glitch disrupted the cosmic machinery. The once-steady Sanskrit chants now carried an undertone of urgency.

"Samasya(problem)" [Overseer ]

The Overseer muttered, wrestling with the cosmic anomaly.

The glitch manifested as a subtle disturbance in the cosmic frequencies, halting the transmission of the Nexus's perspective to Earth. While it posed no direct threat, it became an enigma—a cosmic hiccup challenging the Overseer's otherwise flawless design. In a celestial chamber beyond mortal comprehension, the Overseer explained the glitch to a higher cosmic being.

"Prathama bhramati (Primary distortion)."
[Overseer]

The Overseer conveyed, seeking understanding from the cosmic entity.

"Kaalika samayaantarayoh (Temporal interference). An anomaly we must rectify," [Overseer]

The Overseer emphasized.

The higher being, with an aura of cosmic patience, nodded in acknowledgment.

"Samayam pratikriyaartham" (Time for rectification). I shall await the restoration of cosmic harmony." [The Higher Being]

 

Eight years later:

 

Year 2068, Month June, Date 30

Eight years had passed since the initial proclamation. After the first and second batch transfers, the time had come for the announcement of the third batch. In a momentous declaration, the Overseer's voice reverberated through the cosmic expanse:

"Samasya samadhan (Problem resolved)" [Overseer]

The Overseer declared.

"The glitch—an enigma haunting our design—is now mended. From the third batch onward, the transfer shall proceed seamlessly, and everyone will be able to glimpse another world through the eyes of the Nexus."[Overseer]

The symphony of cosmic energies played a triumphant note, resonating through the celestial realms. The repair of the glitch was a cosmic feat, mending the very fabric of their intricate design. The Nexus, The Enigma, and The Swarm, who had traversed the cosmic landscapes amid uncertainty, would now encounter the third batch.

"Asatya pari poorana(Falsehood rectified)" [Overseer]

The Overseer's voice echoed, its resonance carrying a sense of cosmic triumph.

"For the third batch and onwards, the cosmic portal shall open without hindrance. The chosen ones, bearers of destiny, shall step into the unknown." [Overseer]

And so, the cosmic gears turned, and the journey continued—a dance of fate across realms and dimensions.

"Bearers of cosmic titles, shall embark on another world voyage in two weeks." [Overseer]

With that announcement coming from Overseer's mouth,he disappeared, living the mind and heart of many in awe.

The announcement rippled through the chosen ones. The uncertainty of the future, with billions of people watching them 24/7, tested the mental strength of some Nexus holders to the edge. The Enigma and Swarm title holders also grappled with uncertainty—some jealous of not receiving Nexus, while others felt relieved.

With the glitch repaired, the cosmic transfer chamber hummed with newfound energy. The Overseer's subordinates, once scrambling to address anomalies, now worked with a sense of cosmic harmony. The repaired glitch marked not just the resolution of a problem but the dawn of a new era.

As the curtain lifted, the Overseer's final words echoed:

"Anantara Yaatra (happy journey)." [Overseer]

The cosmic symphony played on, carrying the chosen ones into the unknown realms. The repaired glitch became a reason for worry for many, as the symbol began appearing on the hands of chosen ones all over the world.

Among these chosen ones was an 19-year-old girl named Celia. Unknown to many at that time, she would become a name known by everyone for years to come.

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Author's Note

 

So as many of you will probably have guessed reading the prologue.It is my first time writing a novel.As it is the first time mistakes are bound to happen.But i want to improve,and your feedback will be of tremendous help in improving my writing skills.So please comment and tell me your opinion of my novel. All feedback will be welcomed, negative or positive.So that is all from my side. Have a Nice day(or night, depending on when you are reading the prologue.)