Isekai dump

I isekai'd to turn into a simp.

A/n- wrote this quickly today, it's been on my mind for months, and whenever I pass the note about it in my docs. just to give the idea a sketch and form. I have to make a synopsis and title which, yuh.  okay..  irl time, made the title, kind of embarrassing, kind of amusing. The synopsis sucks but I didn't want to give much, pretend the future nonexistent story is just a cliche mutt. 

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She blew on the steam from her fork and cheap noodles before taking a bite. Her body was languid and her legs crossed as she sat on her made bed and kept scrolling down on her phone. Reading and reading before the contents of her noodle cup were gone. She huffed, her nose dripping a little before taking a sip of the broth inside, her eyes peering over the cup searching for more words on her screen. Moving the cup away from her mouth she gulped on some air, unsure if this would help with scaring away the hiccups. She waited for a moment, took a deep breath again and then she hiccuped.

"Aw, man," she slowly put her cup down on her side table.

Last week she had only read five chapters before getting distracted with worldly affairs and losing the tab but tonight, oh, tonight, she was adamant about binging. There seemed to be 51 chapters and she was so far, only on chapter 19.

"The main character is such a cutie patootie!"

She shifted in her spot and squealed to herself, both her hands holding onto her phone, scanning the dense words of the web novel.

Usually, she read rofan novels but at the last second her finger slipped and pressed the story next to the one she was intending on. She huffed at the time and thought, 'why not.' The story was in her recommendations so it should've at least been in alignment with her taste.

The first three chapters were tragic, she felt tears leaving her eyes and faintly dripping down her cheeks before she wiped them away and sobbed dramatically in the safety of her room.

"Why? What the heck! That's so tragic, so-so... devious!" she smiled through her tears and kept on reading. She loved a story that made her captivated.

Here she was now, feeling doubtful about her tears of amusement from last week when she started to read chapter 27. The chapter changed her views on the character. She was slowly becoming enthralled with the protagonist. It was a click in her mind and then a shriek of laughter. She slumped on her back and kept reading.

The protagonist was your conventional-looking rofan male lead. Black hair and warm amber eyes with strong shoulders and a firm back, wearing fitted clothes reminiscent of what modern teen girls thought noble medieval clothes looked like. Well, it was a gander from both the cover she looked at and the slight descriptions of him in the story. He was described whenever he was taking down his lame enemies or when he crossed a mob character that shared the same sentiment about his beauty. On the cover, he posed with his sword, a sharp gaze surrounded by mystery and stubbornness?

He was making his way through a dungeon with an unfamiliar party of guild members. As she kept reading soon his party dwindled until there were four members including himself. The scene was set on a thin path of dirt and surrounded by ancient stone. The lantern, the short dwarf carried, barely suppressed the dingy atmosphere. With every step they took the flow of air that followed carried dust. At the back, a young woman with pointy ears tittered and bumped into her other party members occasionally. Her heart still pounding after the slight encounters and bad luck they faced. Her group of four had been a group of nine before. How could have this happened? It was the other adventure group. She blamed them. Both groups were meant to travel and hone the safety of the dungeon at the same time but something was amiss.