Yo its me Sp00ky with my first FanFiction and chapter, anyways, hoping to make you proud with this extended chapter
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The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Sora's small, cluttered apartment. Rays of light danced lazily across the furniture, painting the walls in warm hues of orange and gold. Outside, the city was already awake, bustling with the usual sounds of life. Cars honked, pedestrians chattered, and the distant whir of construction echoed in the background. Despite all the noise, Sora remained completely absorbed in his own little world.
His world, at this moment, was the screen of his phone. Sora lay sprawled out on his couch, his messy bedhead testament to his lack of sleep. His phone, slightly cracked at the edges from one too many accidental drops, was held precariously in his hands. He wasn't one to obsess over material things, but this—this was different. His phone was currently the gateway to a realm of intense hope and crushing disappointment.
"Come on, Feixiao," he mumbled under his breath, fingers furiously swiping at the gacha screen of Honkai: Star Rail. "You know you want to join my team."
His voice carried a strange mix of desperation and determination, the hallmark of any seasoned gacha player who knew just how fickle RNG could be. This was his twentieth pull today, and his luck had been absolutely abysmal. His pity rate was climbing, sure, but it didn't take away the sting of failure. Every tap of his finger felt like a gamble with fate, a roll of the dice that could either end in triumph or tragedy.
'Maybe I should have done a 10-pull instead of singles,' he thought to himself, but it was too late to reconsider now. He had committed, for better or worse.
Sora paused for a moment, closing his eyes in mock prayer. He had done this a hundred times before, but it had never worked. Still, it was part of the ritual, and rituals were comforting.
"PLEASE, FEIXIAO! I SWEAR ON GOD, IF YOU DON'T COME HOME, I'M GONNA DELETE MY ACCOUNT!!" he shouted dramatically, though he knew deep down he would never follow through on that threat. Years of investment, hours of grinding... no, that account wasn't going anywhere.
He opened his eyes, ready to face the crushing reality of another four-star disappointment, but instead, something strange happened. The usual bright yellow light that indicated a five-star pull didn't fade. It didn't dim or return to the normal, static game screen.
It grew brighter.
"What in the actual—" Sora barely had time to react before the golden light on his phone screen expanded, spilling out of the device and flooding the entire room with a blinding radiance. He instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, but the light only grew more intense, wrapping around him like a cocoon.
For a fleeting second, he could hear the world around him—the hum of traffic, the distant murmur of voices outside his apartment—but then, even that was swallowed up by the light.
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Darkness.
Sora opened his eyes, or at least, he thought he did. The overwhelming brightness had vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of black. It was a void, an empty and desolate space that seemed to stretch on forever in all directions.
He floated weightlessly, his mind struggling to catch up with his surroundings. He felt disoriented, confused. The warmth of his apartment, the light of day—it was all gone, replaced by this cold, empty nothingness. It was as if he had been pulled out of reality entirely.
'What the hell...?' he thought, panic beginning to creep into his chest. His breath quickened, and his hands twitched as though trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.
There was nothing.
No floor beneath his feet, no walls, no ceiling. Just darkness. The silence was suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides.
Sora swallowed hard, trying to calm himself. He had read enough stories, seen enough anime to recognize this scenario. "Is this... one of those reincarnation things? Like in webnovels?" he muttered aloud, his voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness.
He tried to move, but his body felt sluggish, as if he were wading through thick water. Despite the strangeness of the situation, his mind raced with a million possibilities. If this was really one of those "reincarnation into another world" moments, then what came next? A god, maybe? Some kind of celestial being who would grant him powers or explain the rules of this new life?
Sora blinked, focusing on the one detail that seemed out of place in this void—the faint purple light in the far distance. It flickered like a distant star, barely visible in the endless black. For lack of anything else to do, he decided to head toward it.
At first, it felt like he was barely moving, his body dragging against the thick, invisible resistance. But as he concentrated, the sensation began to fade, and the light grew closer.
The purple glow pulsated as he neared, a rhythmic pulse that sent a strange, calming energy through him. It wasn't just a light, he realized, but something... alive. There was a presence here, an aura that was both inviting and terrifying.
He reached out instinctively, his hand moving toward the light. As his fingers brushed against it, the purple glow flared brightly, enveloping him in its warmth. The darkness fell away, and for a brief moment, Sora felt a deep sense of peace wash over him.
And then the world around him exploded into chaos.
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The snow on his face woke him up.
Sora gasped as he was thrust into a new reality, the sudden shift from the void to this harsh, wintry landscape overwhelming his senses. Snow whipped through the air in violent gusts, stinging his exposed skin. The sky was a thick, oppressive gray, heavy with clouds that threatened even more snowfall.
He stood, shivering slightly, in the middle of a vast, snow-covered wasteland. The wind howled around him, the sound nearly deafening. He could barely see a few feet in front of him, the storm obscuring everything beyond a short radius.
Instinctively, Sora wrapped his arms around himself, trying to block out the cold. But that's when he noticed something strange.
His skin—if it could even be called that—wasn't normal. He stared down at his hands, his eyes widening in shock. The flesh looked patchworked, like pieces of different bodies had been stitched together with meticulous precision. The seams were neat, but the sight of it was undeniably disturbing.
"What the...?" Sora whispered, turning his hands over and examining them closely. His breath fogged up in the freezing air, but strangely enough, he didn't feel as cold as he should. His body seemed resistant to the frigid temperatures, despite the fact that he was shirtless and exposed to the elements.
Speaking of which—thank god he was at least wearing pants. The last thing he needed was to be stuck in a winter storm completely naked.
He scanned his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he was. Snow stretched out in every direction, a seemingly endless tundra. In the distance, through the swirling white of the storm, he could make out the faint silhouette of a cabin, half-buried in snowdrifts. Beside it stood several figures, their forms rigid and unmoving.
Sora squinted, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the humanoid shapes.
"Are those...?" He took a cautious step forward, trudging through the snow. As he drew closer, his suspicions were confirmed.
The figures were humanoid ice statues, perfectly preserved in the storm. They were unmistakable—he had seen these statues before. Not here, of course, but in a game. Specifically, Honkai: Star Rail.
"This is Jarillo-VI," Sora whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "I'm in the game world?"
The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn't just some random fantasy world; this was the universe of Honkai: Star Rail. But if that was true, then what was he doing here? And more importantly, who had he become?
The answer came when he caught sight of his reflection in one of the ice statues.
Sora's blood ran cold.
The face staring back at him was not his own. It was pale, with a sickly gray hue, and covered in neat, surgical-looking seams. The eyes were narrow, almost predatory, and the mouth curved into a twisted smirk even when he wasn't smiling.
It was a face he recognized all too well.
"I'm... Mahito?" Sora gasped, stumbling backward in shock. The cursed spirit from Jujutsu Kaisen. One of the most dangerous and malevolent beings in that universe, with the power to manipulate souls.
He raised a trembling hand, gazing at it in horror. He could feel the cursed energy pulsing beneath his skin, a dark, malevolent force that hummed with potential. Mahito's signature ability—Idle Transfiguration—was his now.
Sora's mind raced. He had been reincarnated into this world, but not as some hero or protagonist. No, he had been given the body and powers of a villain, one capable of reshaping the very essence of life itself.
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The weight of that realization settled on him like a burden he had to lift, and Sora couldn't help but wonder why this had happened. Of all the characters he could have been, why Mahito? Was this some twisted cosmic joke, or did it have a deeper meaning?
He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his thoughts. Panic wouldn't help him here. If this was the world of Honkai: Star Rail and he had Mahito's powers, that meant he was already in the middle of something dangerous. He wasn't some overpowered protagonist who could solve everything with a flick of his wrist. This world had real stakes, and if he didn't figure out how to navigate it, he'd be in serious trouble.
"Okay, Sora," he muttered to himself, pacing in the snow. "Think. You've played this game. You know this world. You know the stakes."
He remembered Jarillo-VI as one of the more dangerous zones in Honkai: Star Rail. It was a planet covered in eternal winter, teeming with enemies like the Silvermane Guards and the Fragmentum monsters. But there was also hope—places like Belobog, where he could find safety if he played his cards right.
Still, there was the question of how he would survive long enough to make it there. He wasn't just a regular player anymore; he was Mahito, a literal villain. Would the Astral Express crew—the protagonists of the game—see him as an ally, or would they attack on sight?
The wind howled, snapping Sora out of his thoughts. His immediate priority had to be survival. The cabin wasn't far, and while the humanoid ice statues unnerved him, they weren't attacking. He needed shelter, and that small wooden structure was his best bet.
Trudging through the snow, Sora cautiously approached the cabin. As he drew closer, the humanoid statues became more distinct. They were eerily detailed, their frozen faces locked in expressions of terror. It was like they had been frozen in the middle of fleeing from something. He recognized them as victims of the Fragmentum, crystallized by the destructive force that plagued this world.
"Creepy as hell," Sora muttered under his breath, forcing himself to look away from their frozen forms. He didn't want to dwell on the horror of their fate. He had to stay focused.
As he reached the cabin, he placed a hand on the wooden door. The cold had warped the wood, and the hinges groaned as he pushed it open. Inside, it was dark and musty, with just enough room for a small cot, a table, and a stove. There was no sign of life here—whoever had once lived in this cabin was long gone, probably lost to the storm or the Fragmentum.
Sora exhaled slowly, the warmth of the cabin already soothing his skin, even if only slightly. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his breath still fogging in the cold air. For the first time since waking up in this new world, he had a moment to reflect.
The weight of Mahito's powers settled heavily in his mind. Idle Transfiguration—the ability to reshape souls and bodies—wasn't just some cool party trick. It was dangerous, and in the wrong hands, it was destructive. He remembered how Mahito had used it in Jujutsu Kaisen, warping and torturing people with a smile on his face. Sora's stomach twisted at the thought of wielding that kind of power irresponsibly.
"I'm not like him," Sora whispered to himself, clenching his fist. "I won't bring this to the innocents around me."
But how could he use it? Could he help people with this ability? Maybe reshape broken bodies, cure injuries, or something like that? The possibilities were terrifying and exciting at the same time. It all came down to whether he could control the cursed energy flowing through him.
"Im way too sleepy to think anymore..." Sora says as he closes his eyes as he closes his eyes and starts falling asleep. Thinking about getting out and wandering to look for Belobog.
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And....Done! Hope you liked this chapter folks! Goodbye and Tschüss everyone! And i'll post more if this gets a read.
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