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1: 13 AM. It was freaking 1: 13 AM when he finally logged out from work. Rudra stood outside his apartment building, questioning every single life choice that had led him to this exact moment. Why on earth was he working a job that kept him at a desk until past one in the morning? He was twenty-three, and he was smart. Not the "topping national competitive exams" kind of smart. Just practical. He had scored around 97% in his 10th and 12th grades and maintained a 9. 1 CGPA throughout college.

But out here in the real world? That kind of smart was completely useless. All that those grades got him was a job at an IT company where he was made to do the work of a Senior Associate while getting the salary of a Trainee. Whatever, Rudra sighed, shaking his head. His stomach gave a violent rumble. He still hadn't eaten dinner. As he walked along the dark road, a bright sign caught his eye. A biryani shop across the street was still open. Oh, Biryani~~ Rudra's eyes lit up. I definitely should get that.

How much should I buy, is two boxes enough or should I get a side dish as well? He stepped off the curb, his mind entirely focused on his impending meal. Suddenly, a wave of intense disorientation hit him. The ambient sounds of the city completely vanished. The streetlights above began to flicker dangerously. He turned his head. A massive truck was barreling straight toward him. The driver was shouting something but they were incomprehensible.

If you come across this story on Amazon, it's taken without permission from the author. Report it. The next thing that registered in Rudra's mind was the sensation of flying through the air after taking a direct hit from Truck-kun. Freaking Truck-kun... Rudra groaned internally. If you were going to isekai me, couldn't you have waited until AFTER I ate the biryani? His collapsed body hit the asphalt. His mind began filling with nonsensical, regretful thoughts about food as he rapidly lost consciousness.

But just as the darkness settled in, a soul-tearing level of agony erupted in his chest. It felt as if invisible hands were trying to rip his very soul away from his physical body. Just as his grip on reality began to slip, he felt a second, foreign soul attempting to hijack his empty body. Oh, absolutely not. He hadn't even gotten to eat his biryani. That single, tragic realization ignited his exhaustion into pure, unhinged rage. He had just worked a fourteen-hour shift and starved the entire night.

There was no way some random ghost was stealing his body right before dinner even if he was dying. Rudra went completely wild. He fought back with the intense, thrashing desperation of a man robbed of his final meal. He struggled violently against the heavy, invasive pressure, his mind tearing as he barely managed to keep a hold on his own fading consciousness. But his sheer, petty spite seemed to have worked. The foreign soul buckled under his intense resistance and was crushed.

As it shattered, Rudra ended up absorbing some of the scattered memory fragments it left behind. Suddenly, a chaotic flood of memories ripped through his mind. A blacksmith hammering a sword under a black-gold sun. A farmer working diligently in a vast field. A silver-haired, handsome man quietly reading a book. A man riding a massive dragon through the sky. A giant reviving after being struck down. Thousands of hands violently striking down a woman bathed in blinding light.

Unable to bear the overwhelming surge of information, Rudra's mind finally gave out. He blacked out thinking. Seriously, both Isekai AND Transmigration? Pick one and make it work next time.