Isekai Alterealist: The Boy Shaped by Reality

1. Restless Evident Village

Gratefully, the pain of such a crushing death didn't follow Dian all the way to the void, but he's not followed by the joy that supposedly greets and stays with you forever in heaven either, instead he feels as if he's floating through space at a pace faster than anything he ever felt before. He ponders on where could he be as he can't see or sense much else despite the fact he could still feel the girl's grip on his skin. Dian receives his answer right away when some sort of distortion in space and time spat him out back into the light, towards a patch of grass in the middle of an unfamiliar place. The darkness of the night surrounding him somehow looked bright compared to that bizarre void.

"Ouch, you don't need to throw me out like that… that hurts so much. You damn kid…" Griped Dian as he tried to stand back up, until he saw the girl's tiny feet in front of him which made him snap his head up, only to find nothingness in its place.

"Welcome, welcome to the world of Learalza Papa, it's great here. Especially when we can eventually be together soon." Said the girl's disembodied voice that echoes through this open area, shocking Dian once again.

This made him stand up hurriedly from his position,practically jumping and continued to scan his surroundings for the girl's whereabouts. No matter the direction his head turns, he couldn't find any trace of the girl even under the relatively bright shine of the moon covered by the clouds, as she truly has disappeared like a ghost returning into its astral realm. It scares him to know that she probably is one and can even something a lot worse than that, as even a demon queen imp would be too limp of a denigration to describe her foulness. She could be a horror beyond comprehension for all he knows, in fact that's exactly the case because he knows nothing about her.

"Where are you? Show yourself! Please… just let me go back!" Screamed Dian in desperation, his mind so filled with the thoughts of his parents that he didn't even realize his shaky voice and tears flowing from his eyes.

The girl giggled mockingly "Why would you ever want to go back? This is a world where all your dreams will come true, after all. And when they do, you will thank me for it. So see you papa, enjoy your stay!"

The mocking giggle then turns into a full-on maniacal laughter as it echoes through the space, before gradually getting drowned by the noise of nature around him as if a bubble of reality had just been popped and they all came flowing in at once. And maybe it's just his feeling but everything looks slightly darker as well, it seems like the girl was holding him in some sort of supernatural isolated room for a while, kind of like those kalaps he heard stories about back home.

As he roughly wipes away his tears with the back of his hand, Dian then stood up to observe the place he was spirited away into. There he finds a very traditional looking village with houses, watchtowers, and fences all made of wood, with only some lanterns and torches to light the environment up, except those light sources are adorned with the shine of yellow glowing rocks instead of the usual fire. The only thing that could distract him from such a fantastic sight are the villagers who is currently gawking at him.

"Um, hello? Good night to you?" Greeted the boy at the group of shirtless man, each only wearing a long soft looking cloth with rich coloring and motifs. They all kept them on with a skin belt tied around their hips, complete with a sheathed machete.

"Wh-where did you came from, boy? D-did you really just show up out of nowhere?!" Questioned a tall muscular man with a purple headband around his brown hair and cloth of the same color as he stands at the front of the group, pointing his machete towards him in a unique battle stance.

"Yeah, you're right… I see nobody there before, it's almost like he Realized himself into existence! Be wary my brothers!" Responded another with the same amount of weariness, throwing him a glare just as sharp as his machete.