Maybe I'll have a purpose in a new world?

The classroom clock ticked sluggishly, each second a painful eternity as Daniel, an 18-year-old on the cusp of an uninspiring adulthood, drifted in and out of consciousness. His life felt like a script without a purpose, a feeling only exacerbated by the incessant, grating voice of his friend, Lucas.

“HEY DANIEL!” Lucas’s shout pierced through the haze, pulling him back to the mundane reality of school.

“What do you want, Lucas?!” Daniel groaned, rubbing his eyes. Lucas, ever the irritant, launched into his usual crude jokes about hentai, a familiar dance they had perfected over years of friendship. Despite his annoyance, Daniel knew he’d still end up at the bar with Lucas later, a ritual of their post-school lives. That evening, after a quick, solitary meal at home, Daniel dozed off, only to wake up in a frantic rush to meet Lucas. His sleepy descent down the stairs ended in a clumsy fall, a private moment of indignity.

He bolted out the door, racing towards the bar, only to find an unsettling silence within. A crowd had formed a tight circle, hushed whispers giving way to angry shouts. Pushing his way through, Daniel saw Lucas, embroiled in a fight with a drunkard, defending the bartender, Anne. Lucas, a hulking figure of 190 cm and 95 kg, easily subdued the man. But then, without warning, the drunkard collapsed, foam spilling from his mouth.

“There is a hospital not too far away. Lucas, I’ll borrow your bike, it should be faster than calling an ambulance.” Daniel grabbed the bike, a desperate attempt to save a life, even if it wasn't his concern. Ignoring red lights, he sped towards the hospital, only to swerve violently to avoid a truck. He lost control, tumbling from the bike. Then, a chilling sight: his own bike, airborne, hurtling towards his head.

“Yes, that’s how I died.”