Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 3 - Regression

"Hooray! Gacha, gacha, gacha! YAY!!!"

I shouted as loud as I could while dancing erratically like a possessed lunatic in the middle of a deserted street at night.

"Mhm~ Now, let's see what loot I got..."

I muttered, oblivious to the world while clutching my smartphone tightly, as if never cared anyone would notice how cringeworthy I was.

After an absolute knackering shift at the hospital, gacha games becoming my solemn sanctuary. I've been addicted to the turn-based fantasy game, with its intricate world and compelling characters customization, was my current obsession. Better than dealing with real people, I thought, as a sardonic grin started spreading across my face. No need to mention the game names, but one of them was a turn-based game where I could have played as either Sheila or Darius in various outher space locations with incredibly engaging world-building and compelling multiverse. Wonderful, wasn't it? My mundane life as a doctor. Unasked when I went to the scene as a doctor, completely dismissed when I went home, basically a Non-Player Character whose presence was nowhere unless she received any calling. Thus per usual, after such painstaking hours of work, I would have spent my time playing these kind of games.

As I was wandering, fanatically engrossed on the screen of my smartphone, by all of a sudden, a blinding headlight suddenly piercing my eyes, followed by a blaring horn that shattered my reverie.

BEEP! BEEP!

I leaped onto the curb, pressing myself against the wall of a house.

My heart was pounding, as the truck whizzing past.

I was panting in-disbelief, for the fact I could have been thrown into another world like your average isekai tropes. Eventually, there was a sense of relief. Otherwise, I would have been transported to another world with my smartphone displaying those nonsensical stats, with a world appears exactly akin to the game I was playing.

Phew, almost got isekai'd by a truck like your average loser. I scoffed.

Well, that wasn't exactly the epic portal to another world I would've envisioned.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get isekai'd like that,"

I muttered to myself, staring at my smartphone screen as I was strolling around until I reached my flat, which wasn't too far from the hospital where I worked.

The apartment was quite comfortable. At about 3 x 4 meters, living alone here was priceless. In the living room, there were many scattered items, including my manga collection and various video games I hadn't played in a long time. I immediately opened the door and secluded myself in my 1 x 1 meter room, playing the game on my bed. My thumbs were actively tapping and swiping the screen.

Back in my cramped flat, manga piled on the coffee table, I slumped onto the bed, phone in hand. Getting isekai'd? Please. I'm a doctor. I have life.

I thought, while swiping through these bunch of menus on the screen. Besides, those stories are for losers with no ambition. I bore no qualifications for such a second chance.

While playing, I had briefly thought about going to another world, but... honestly, what's the point? I've had been engrossed myself with such a stable job, a comfort zone on itself. Besides, isekai was designed for such "disqualified" human beings, those who had never achieved their dreams. At least, that's what I've understood from binging manga and anime. On the midway of their journey, they would've encountered a heroine in a crisis, in a whim they adopted a role that I would describe as the "after-the-fact plot armor hero." The heroine would usually be described as gentle and regretful for not fulfilling someone else's or her own wishes, so they would need help from the hero to survive from such a daunting circumstance.

Me? I've never had any regrets, let alone a gentle, loving character of a heroine.

If I have any, maybe it's that I could've been leaving from a family that never really taught me about love and affection, which I would consider trivial anyway.

Hmm... do I have any regrets? I don't think so. I had been living comfortably as a doctor, realizing everything I couldn't have done when I was locked up in a palace that felt akin to Pandemonium. A castle filled merely with top-class luxuries sickening to my eyes and mind, made me escape from home once in a while without their acknowledgement. An instantaneous flash of a enormous shivering empty space, and a stern-faced woman, swiftly elapsed through my mind in a blink of an eye.

If anything, I would rather be living my life as an NPC in another world. Or so I thought while listening to music, one of my favourite pieces of all-times.

A poignant and evocative melody slovenly swifted from my laptop to both of my ears. Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", a piece plays out a fantasy of a calm but eerie night.

My hands were hovering, my fingers gracefully twitched, ghost-playing the notes, recalling them from my imagination. Childhood trauma therapy for a loveless introvert,

I joked as as I felt small joy of ghost-playing this piece, something incomparable to any form of wordly materials. Piano lessons instead of hugs. Good times.

However, after such a melancholic and thoughtful contemplation, by all of a sudden, a cold breeze blew my face. And soon without realizing, my eyes suddenly became very heavy, stinging and painful. It felt like as if they were about to burn.

What sensation is this? The effect of overworking and taking on too many shifts?

I thought, still focused on my smartphone, now on social media instead of gacha. I tried my best not to fall asleep by sitting up straight, adjusting the pillows and bolster, and turning off the computer, even though my eyes still felt heavy.

Hmm, perhaps it's not from working overtime. Or is it? I thought as my eyes then slowly but sure were getting more swollen, as if they were about to burst.

"ARRRGGGHHH!!!"

I screamed as loud as I could. My smartphone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor. I immediately stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.

My eyes were bloodshot.

Maybe I need some rest, I thought, tempting to rationalize such a bizarre moment.

While returning to my room, my body felt heavy. I tripped, accidentally stepping over my still-on smartphone, the screen shattering. My head slammed against the sharp edge of the doorknob, a sharp pain erupting. I felt a warm, sticky liquid trickling down onto the floor. It smelled tangy like rusty iron, felt clumpy by texture, and looked red like fresh meat. Without a doubt, it was my blood, I realized.

A strange sense of detachment twashing over me. Well, I suppose this is alright.

Perhaps, this must be my fate, I mused to myself, as my eyelids were growing heavy. I wished for a nightmare, but the darkness consumed me was absolute. I knew I would never see the sunrise ever again. Thus, my vision went pitch black, there was nothing but coldness. No more dreams would have dared to accompany me in my sleep.

But then, by all of a sudden...

"Kairi... wake up, dear! It's morning."

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I screeched, as if my mouth agape when I suddenly heard a gentle voice. Nope, not the voice, let alone the fact I was still alive, but the way she addressed my name. Yes, it's Kairi Izumi. Apparently. my honorifics wouldn't matter here anymore.

My eyelids slovenly snapped, as a woman with gentle features smiled down at me.

"Um... mommy?" I murmured, perplexed, not realizing what I just uttered faintly to her.