Isekai Complex:
A syndrome where the afflicted will begin to have vivid, lifelike dreams of traveling to other worlds. They will begin sleeping more and withdrawing from society until, eventually, they just disappear.
It is not currently recognized by modern psychiatry as an existing condition.
In a flight-like free-fall, he holds his sword steady.
The wind rushes past him, making his clothes flutter heroically. He chants all the protective spells he knows to stop the splat when he hits the ground. A corpse quickly overtakes him: the red dragon he'd ridden over here and killed. Down below is the target, "growing" bigger at a very concerning rate. Way too spiky gold armor and a coal-black cape that hangs from skull pauldrons makes this particular demon lord look rather pretentious.
"Surprisingly, this isn't the worst I've seen." He thinks. Were this his first time, he might be intimidated.
This was not his first time.
The dragon, obviously, hits the ground first. A great boom that likely rattles even the bones of the people on the ground. For him, it just stirs the wind a little.
"What!? But that's-" his last words. Cut off by the silver longsword buried about where his lungs should be. His impact on the ground kicks up a cloud of dust taller than buildings, maybe even the royal castle. His landing also creates a boom, but it is, again obviously, less impressive.
"Man, I kinda wish this plan didn't kick up such a big mess. Really ruins the dramatic entrance in my opinion." And with that, the lone man that leads the Demon Lord's Militia is dead. Killed not in honorable combat (a concept said Lord himself had ignored before), but instead in a climax-killing sneak attack. A strike from a seemingly impossible height, with no ceremony or flair. A fittingly unfitting end for the man who threatened the Five Kingdoms of Prolg.
"Who goes there!?" A gruff voice shouts from beyond the plume. He recognizes it. After all, it's the voice of a treasured companion.
"Yeah, not surprised he took over after my apparent death." The figure emerges from the cloud, smiling. "C'mon Old Man Brutus, surely you haven't forgotten me that-."
"KAZUMI!" And before he can even finish his witty retort, he's dogpiled. The armored corpse behind him begins to turn to ash as the party celebrates.
"We thought you were dead, you upstart!" The "Old Man", Brutus, cried out. He was a stout Dwarf, with a salt and pepper beard and bushy hair. He was obviously strong, with his warhammer sized for a tall human held in a single hand.
"Jeez, 'Zumi, we were so worried!" Ophelia, representative of the Dracen Kingdom, cried out. She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a dragon on two legs. Her black scales, normally kept well enough to shine, and white mane were covered in soot. A consequence of the territory, the area around a volcano tended to not be that clean. She carried no obvious weapons, but instead hid them in her casual demeanor. Obscured the brawny arms and legs of someone who's well trained and practiced in the art of unarmed brawling.
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Isekai Complex
FantasíaKazumi Strive is a teen like any other. He goes to school, spends time with his friend, helps his mother around the house, and everything else an average high schooler does. And in his dreams, he is a hero... A story about dreams, reality, and the e...