Who cares about an Isekai? Surely not me!

Prologue

4:14 pm.

The laundry hasn't been done in a while.

The sink was overflowing.

There was nothing to eat in the fridge.

The cupboards were empty except for some empty bottles and boxes.

The lonely figure of a woman in pyjamas stood in the middle of the living room. Black circles, empty eyes and tired eyelids. The sun hasn't found its way inside this apartment for days, the shutters stayed stubbornly closed. The figure sighed. It was just another dark and rough patch; it wasn't the first one and won't be the last. It hasn't been long since she started over, she needed to give herself time. Take things slowly.

She chuckled sadly. So weak! Unshed tears were threatening to drown her. She shook her head in an attempt to make her dark thoughts dizzy.

She dragged herself in her old and stained pyjama to the bedroom. A nap. Yeah, she needed a nap.

Or an ethylic coma.

She hesitated for a second.

The second option was incredibly tempting. A smoky whisky or a floral sake? Finally, she threw herself on the bed and shut her eyes. Let's give my liver a chance.

Dark and empty.

Lonely and cold.

Her dreams ceased to be dreams a long time ago.

Nightmares, she was used to it. Tortuous paths and unbearable pain.

Same old, same old.

From the depth of the abyss, a warm light flickered. Faint and pale at first. It grew and grew until it became blinding and hot. The light devoured her whole. Her body warmed up a bit. She laid down on a white floor that expanded itself to infinity. She blinked and sat there in a daze.

"This is different," she was almost amused by the novelty. She stood up and walked around aimlessly.

"Hello! Anyone's there?" She asked.

A clear tingle of bells echoed in the empty space.

"Welcome, Chosen One," A monotone and unidentified voice resounded, "We need your help, Ô Chosen One. Our world is in peril and only you Heroes can save it."

The woman blinked, a bit lost, "Where is this?"

"You are on your way to another world."

She laughed, "Another world? What a good joke," She looked around and the empty space was still bleak.

"Chosen One, you are now a Hero who will fight alongside others against the tyranny of the Demon King and free the Human race," announced the monotone voice.

She grumbled with dissatisfaction, "Really? What kind of dream is that...? Man, I knew whisky was the best way to go."

"Unlike Earth, this new world is filled with magic," the monotone voice went on without a care.

"I don't want to be a hero. I'm just some loser, find someone else," the woman waved goodbye and walked away. "I need to wake up, now."

"Unlike the Earth, our world is filled -" The voice repeated.

"Seriously, Brain? A summoning in an Isekai? Talk about originality," she complained to herself.

"- with magic, that's why we are giving you the chance to create your own skills and design your body." The voice went on as monotone as ever.

The woman stopped in her tracks, "I can create my own skills and body?" She knitted her messy eyebrows, "Why?" This was extremely suspicious.

"So that you can fight against the legion of demons with efficiency," explained the voice.

She paused. What the hell was this bullshit! She pinched herself and winced at the pain. She frowned harder and pinched harder, "Why can't I wake up?"

"Only you Heroes can defeat the Demon army," the voice added.

She mumbled, "There is no way this is happening, right? For Earth to have a connection with another world is...," she paused as she realised something, "Heroes? How many?"

"Twelve."

"TWELVE! Twelve of us have been transported in this world?" She couldn't believe it.

"Correct. Twelve Mighty Heroes have been summoned into our world," the monotone confirmed.

"No way! You can transfer twelve people like that?" She was astonished. How can they move this many people through worlds?

"Indeed," affirmed the voice.

She could barely process the situation. She ruffled her hair and paced around before stopping dead, "Wait... wait... did you just say that I can create my skills and body?"

"Correct," confirmed the voice.

"Am I the only one who can do that?" She asked with suspicion.

"No. All twelve can create their own skill and body," answered the voice.

She was baffled. She shook her head, this was too ridiculous. There was no way this was happening. Must be a new nightmare! "It's definitely my retarded brain. There is no way this is real! As if any deity or whatever could allow this kind of bullshit! "

"This is real," said the voice as monotone as ever.

She started, "Well, too bad! I don't want to. Send me back. I can't possibly-"

"Time is limited. Please start the creation of skills otherwise they will be assigned randomly," stated the monotone voice.

A game-like window opened in front of her. She stood still, staring blankly at it. Deep inside, she felt the anger she tried so hard to repress rise. "No, no, no, NO! I don't want to! I don't want to save anybody from anyone."

She ruffled her hair with force. She was on the verge of losing it. She had tried so hard to be normal, to suppress emotions and memories, to have a semblance of freaking stability, and now, this happened. "Send me back, RIGHT NOW! I'm not made to be a hero! Don't you dare force me into this nonsense!"

"Only you can fight the Demon army and free us all," the voice was like a broken vinyl.

"I don't care! I don't give a damn about demons and whatnot! I'm weak! I'm more than weak," she yelled with force. Maybe, if I were useless they would let me go. "I can't even save myself, how can I help anybody?"

"Only you -"

"LISTEN TO ME!" Her voice turned hoarse under the emotion, "I - I- don't deserve to be anybody's hero."

"Time is limited. Please start the creation of skills otherwise they will be assigned randomly," stated the monotone voice.

"LISTEN TO ME, DAMMIT!" She collapsed on the floor.

"Time is limited."

The ethereal windows were blinking in front of her. Fate was a cruel thing. She was now stuck in a different world.