Chapter 1: A Delivery to Another World
It started with lightning.
Farhan Rahman stood at the edge of his apartment's balcony, holding a steaming mug of tea and watching the rain pummel Dhaka like it had a personal grudge. The power had gone out — again — and his phone was down to 3%. He sighed.
"Typical," he muttered, sipping his tea.
Farhan was 21, a university student who majored in business but dreamed of escaping the rat race. Most nights, he spent hours browsing online stores. He wasn't rich, but he had a weakness for quirky gadgets and late-night discounts.
He glanced at his screen. A power bank. A collapsible camping stove. A dozen instant noodle cups. All checked out, one last order to confirm. His thumb hovered over the "Place Order" button.
Then the lightning hit.
A white-hot flash swallowed the night.
Farhan's tea cup dropped. His phone exploded in sparks.
And the world… shifted.
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When he opened his eyes, the sky was no longer gray. It was blue — painfully blue, like a high-resolution anime background. Puffy white clouds drifted lazily above a field of golden wheat. Birds chirped somewhere nearby.
Farhan sat up with a grunt. His head spun. His body tingled. His phone — miraculously — was still in his hand, now showing a black screen with a single glowing message:
[Skill Unlocked: Online Shopping]
[Link Established to Earth-Based Marketplace (Bangladesh)]
[No shipping fees. Instant delivery enabled.]
"What… the actual heck?" Farhan whispered.
Around him was nothing familiar. No buildings. No sounds of traffic. Just fields, distant hills, and a soft wind that smelled faintly of wildflowers.
He stood up slowly, patting himself down. Still wearing his university hoodie and jeans. Still had his backpack. And somehow, his wallet was still full of Bangladeshi taka — which he had a feeling was utterly useless here.
"Okay," he muttered. "Okay. Either I'm dead and this is heaven… or I got isekai'd."
It was the only explanation that made sense. He'd watched enough anime and read enough webnovels to recognize the signs.
"I really did get sent to another world."
He blinked at the glowing message again.
[Online Shopping], huh?
Curious, he tapped the message, and instantly a familiar interface bloomed across his screen — except now it wasn't just Shopee or Daraz. There were icons for Amazon, eBay, and even obscure ones like Aliexpress.
Even weirder — the signal bar was full.
"Wait… wait. This thing actually works?"
He typed in: "bottle of mineral water."
The result popped up instantly. Brand names, prices, stock levels — all there. With trembling fingers, Farhan tapped "Buy Now" on a 500ml bottle.
The air shimmered in front of him.
With a soft pop, a plastic bottle appeared and dropped into his hand.
He froze.
Stared at it.
Turned it over.
Cold. Condensation. Seal intact.
"This is… a cheat skill," he whispered. "A real one."
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Hours passed before he saw other people.
Farhan wandered the fields, sticking to the dirt paths, until he spotted smoke rising from a distant cluster of houses. As he approached, the world shifted from wilderness to farmland — rows of tilled crops, grazing animals, and then, finally, a village.
It was like stepping into a medieval painting.
Stone cottages with thatched roofs. Merchants shouting in a strange but understandable language. Children chasing goats.
And most importantly… people staring at him.
Farhan realized, belatedly, that he looked completely foreign.
His hoodie, sneakers, and digital watch might as well have been arcane relics here.
A gruff voice called out.
"You there! Are you a traveler?"
A broad-shouldered man with a faded leather vest and a greying beard stood behind a wooden stall selling dried meat and potatoes. Farhan hesitated, then nodded.
"Uh… yeah. Traveler."
The man squinted. "You don't look like you're from any nearby kingdom. Where's your escort?"
"No escort. Just… got lost. Bad teleportation spell," Farhan lied, improvising on the spot.
The man grunted. "Well, no monsters in these parts, thank the Goddess. You hungry?"
Farhan's stomach growled as if on cue.
The merchant offered a piece of dried meat. Farhan reached for his wallet.
"Taka?" The merchant stared at the bills like they were toilet paper. "What's this? Demon currency?"
"Uh… no, wait—"
He stopped. Then remembered.
He still had the mineral water.
"Wait. What about a trade?"
He pulled out the cold bottle. The merchant's eyes went wide.
"That's… that's water? It's cold!"
Farhan nodded. "Clean. Sealed. Try it."
The merchant opened the bottle and took a sip. His eyebrows shot up.
"By the Goddess… this is better than anything in the capital."
In minutes, Farhan had traded the bottle for a generous plate of food and a seat near the fire.
That night, he learned the village was called Ylmare, on the edge of the kingdom of Halded, and that merchants controlled most of the trade. The average villager struggled to afford basic goods. Soap, salt, and clean water were luxuries.
And that's when it hit him.
This world lacked essentials.
Supply chains were terrible. Transport was dangerous. Most people bartered.
But he had access to anything.
He could summon soap, medicines, tools, even instant coffee.
And best of all — people would pay a fortune for it.
That night, lying under borrowed blankets, Farhan stared at the wooden ceiling and smiled to himself.
"I may not have magic or a sword," he whispered.
"But I've got online shopping."