Vector, rubbing his temples, groaned in frustration as he stared at his laptop screen. Another late night another battle with his research paper as he prepares for his upcoming presentation.
"Just one more section…" he told himself, stretching his sore shoulders.
A final keystroke, and it was done.
His research paper, a detailed analysis on 'historical developments of the human society from palaeolithic era to information era', was finally ready for his upcoming presentation. The presentation was scheduled to take place at another university, which he could reach by a day-and-a-half train journey.
As a university student, he had spent months working on this.
Leaning back, he reached for his phone and quickly booked a train ticket for the following week. With the festive season approaching, tickets were in high demand and often unavailable.
Relieved to have secured his seat, Vector headed to the university canteen to grab something to eat.
….
A week passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, he streamlined his research paper and carefully prepared a PowerPoint presentation for his upcoming presentation.
As the departure day neared, he meticulously packed his bags, ensuring everything was in order for the long journey ahead.
Vector stepped out of his university hostel, the evening air crisp with the lingering warmth of the setting sun. He took a deep breath, adjusting the straps of his backpack before pulling out his phone.
With a few taps, he booked an Uber ride, a habit he had developed whenever he traveled across the city.
As he waited, his eyes drifted toward the university gate. This place had been his home for years, a refuge built on his own perseverance.
Life had never been easy, scraping through his teenage years, juggling hard-time in life while struggling with his studies. There were nights when he doubted if he'd ever make it this far.
His parents had died in a car accident when he was just nine. It wasn't that he was destitute—they had left behind savings and insurance money. It was enough to support him through his education, all the way to graduation. But their absence had left a void in his heart, and nothing could soothe it.
And yet, here he was.
The faint horn of a car snapped him from his thoughts. A white sedan pulled up, the Uber driver rolling down the window.
"Vector?"
"Yeah, that's me," he confirmed, slipping into the backseat. The door shut with a quiet click, after confirming confirmation code, the car eased into the flow of restless traffic.
Vector leaned back, gazing out the window as the city stretched before him—alive and chaotic. Vendors shouted over one another, neon signs flickered, friends laughed at roadside eateries. Motorbikes darted between cars with reckless ease, and the scent of street food drifted through the air.
A small smile tugged at his lips. No matter how hectic, this city had shaped him. Every hardship, every lonely night had forged the person he was today.
As the car sped toward the railway station, Vector let himself savor the moment, watching the city bustle with energy.
Eventually, the car arrived at the railway station. After passing through a security check, Vector entered the station.
Vector stood on the bustling railway platform, a scene all too familiar during festival season.
The air hummed with the gentle bustle of travelers, the clinking of coffee cups at nearby kiosks, and the crisp tones of announcements echoing through the platform, as he admired the trains passing on the other platforms, one of humanity's most remarkable innovations in transport.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time—his train was arriving soon.
As the distant hum of the arriving train grew louder, passengers gathered calmly near their designated boarding areas. There was a quiet sense of anticipation on the platform, with travelers checking schedules and adjusting their luggage—no chaos, just the usual buzz of a busy station.
But just then, a burst of chaos erupted behind Vector, shattering the calm.
Vector didn't even have time to process what was happening when,...out of nowhere, someone shoved Vector towards the railway tracks,....straight into the path of the oncoming train.
Before he could react, he felt a strong impact slammed into him from the unstoppable train engine, and then arrived Train-kun's Divine Judgement. {yes, I will not use Truck-kun's divine power.(¬‿¬)}
Time slowed, his breath caught.
AAAhhhh…, am I going to die?
In that final moment, flashes of his life surged through his mind, memories, faces, laughter, tears—slipping by like an short movie.
But just before the darkness swallowed him—In that split second.
A crack in space tore open.
From it emerged a vortex, swirling with black and a mix of colors that shimmered like polar auroras. It expanded violently, pulling Vector's very soul into the void, then disappeared as if it was never there.
Vector drifted in the void, and felt darkness all around him like an endless and infinite void. Yet within it lies countless galaxies and stars.
These galaxies come in diverse forms: spiral, elliptical, and irregular, each containing billions of stars, and stars which are expanding continuously in a circular mass body most likely it is the universe.
Appears to be always moving away from each other.
Darkness and silence prevailed in the void. On a larger scale, the galaxies would trace out a "cosmic web", a network of filaments and voids, resembling a giant spider-web. This structure reveals the underlying distribution of dark matter, which shapes the universe.
The ever expanding universe seems to be driven by a dark energy, which is present all over the void.
Vector floated in an endless void, as his thoughts rapidly thinking what's happening here (o_O), is he in a dream.
Because of his arrival the ethereal, yet dark and silent, and boundless void is disturbed.
His thought process suddenly stopped as he felt a surge of energy rushing in him.
A primordial, boundless, and mysterious energy surged in his soul. The pain was unbearable, searing through every fiber of his being, threatening to unravel him entirely. But as time lost meaning, the pain gradually faded away.
The power didn't destroy him—it reshaped him.
It sharpened his mind, enhanced his thoughts, as if his brain had been replaced with a supercomputer. The energy flowed through him like a second heartbeat, etching something into the very structure of his soul.
This force flows gently through his soul, permeating every part of his being, gradually reshaping and rewriting his very essence.
As the time passed indefinitely, and...
Eventually, a new vortex formed beside him and a gravitational force pulled his soul once again. His soul was pulled once more, through space and time vortex, and transferred into an unknown land.
Once again darkness and silence prevailed in the void… but this ethereal and boundless void contains a power which is unimaginable.
In a distant universe, on a planet shrouded in mystery, a vortex shimmered above a lifeless body. The figure had a wound in his chest, the kind only a knife could make. He seemed dead… but not quite.
The vortex opened fully—and Vector's soul descended into the body and merged with the lifeless body.
And as suddenly as it had appeared, it disppered in that instant also. Silent once more. As if nothing had ever happened.
Author's Note:
What is the term Train-kun? If you're not familiar with it—don't worry! If you've read isekai stories, you might already know where this is going… if not then don't worry I am here to tell you… In many isekai novels, the protagonist gets transported to another world after an accident—usually involving a truck. That's where the meme Truck-kun comes from, often jokingly referred to as the agent of "divine judgment."
So, Train-kun?
Well, it's just a fun twist on that classic isekai trope. Stick around—you might just enjoy this ride like it's another life you're living… though don't worry, it's all safely within the novel.