WARNING! this fanfiction is…whatever the fuck I wanted to write, I guess? There will be a plot, and there will be progression, but the way it's gonna happen is….
The prologue should give you an idea on what kind of story this is.
There will be serious moments, yes.
But there will also be moments that I wrote while completely drunk, and probably sleep deprived too.
Also, English isn't my first language, sorry for any grammar errors, I'll probably correct them if I notice any after publishing the chapters.
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Isekai! The favorite genre of every loser in the world!
A shameless power fantasy scenario where a random nobody suddenly gets transported or reincarnated into another world, usually by dying by truck-kun, and instantly becomes mega powerful! Also make sexy ladies aroused by breathing the air around their general area, because what's a power fantasy without hot teen's and MILFS throwing themselves at you wherever they see you?
I'm a loser, I love Isekai.
But I gotta admit, I didn't expect to spawn in the middle of Whiterun immediately after dying I'm the hospital. Is being Isekai'd after dying in a hospital even allowed? Did the mighty truck-kun smash into the 3rd floor of the hospital to hit me milliseconds away from death just so I could be Isekai'd?
What a guy! I'm gonna start a cult in Tamriel and make the people recognize Truck-kun as the tenth divine!
It's the least I could do for giving me a chance to fulfill my shameless power fantasy!
"You! Mage!" I turn around to see a city guard walking toward me. "I don't know or care how you mages travel, but next time appear by the entrance of the city! Understand?" Ah, well, I guess appearing from outta nowhere would startle some people and potentially cause some unease.
Especially when it happens in a public area.
"My bad. A little miscalculation, it won't happen again." It wasn't my fault that whatever ROB Isekai'd me chose to spawn me in this place, but I don't feel like explaining it to someone when I can just pretend to have made a small mistake and end the conversation with an apology.
The guard looked at me through his helmet for a moment before he nodded and walked off.
Right, so…Skyrim.
I walk away from the middle of the street where I appeared in and sit on the side of it, probably looking like a homeless guy since I'm wearing the same rags that the playable character starts the game in.
"Alright, focus…" I whisper to myself, trying to follow the instructions on how to use my Isekai ability, that thanks to whatever ROB reincarnated me, are in my head already.
I succeeded on my first try.
10 white, cards. 9 of them blank, appeared in my hand. Tools to store items and combine them.
For example; I have 2 swords stored in 2 different cards? I can use one of the stored swords to combine with the other and add its attributes to it.
But I can also add energies, and concepts of the item. Like adding the concept of sharpness from one sword to another, causing one sword to become more sharp, and the other to become dull.
It works on magic too, so theoretically, I could make a weapon with every possible weapon enchantment from the game! If not more!
I could also probably store pure magic inside them, or trap a spell from a mage for me to throw back at caster.
But I don't think I have the necessary speed, dexterity, and reaction time to attempt catching spells in mid air while they're flying at me, so…yeah, I'm gonna shelf that idea for when I'm more physically capable.
And the best part? The cards can't be stolen, they always appear when I want them too! Not that they would be stolen, because if the knowledge of my ability in my head is to be trusted (and I don't see why it shouldn't), every time I use the cards to do something the observers will just see a swirl of arcane energy. When I'm not doing anything with them they should be invisible to everyone but me.
"The amount of bullshit I'm gonna unleash on the world thanks to these." I giggled.
Oh, I can already see the potential! The chaos!
The flaming skeevers that shoot lighting out of their asses and breathe frost rays!
Hehehehe!
Suppressing my giggling fit, I turned my gaze to the only card that had something in it already.
My starting item.
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[Scale of Alduin] {EX-grade}
A single black scale from the world eater himself! Black as midnight, and as hard as ebony! It possesses a pitiful amount of divinity in it, but even that is enough to create an item rivaling the strongest divine and daedric artifacts with the help of a talented archwizard.
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Huh…neat.
Not sure what I'm gonna do with this just yet, but I'm sure it'll come useful in the future.
"Well, since I know how my powers work now…" I sigh and stand up, a serious expression on my face. "It's time to go and deal with the most important matter first…"
— Cloud District, 30 minutes later. —
The people love me!
Applause sounded all around me as a large gathering made a circle around me. Adults, children, and the elderly cheering louder every time I kicked the now-crying Nazeem laying on the ground in a fetal position.
I swung my leg again, and heard the man's nose break! Someone in the crowd kneeling down and loudly thanking the gods for allowing them to see this glorious sight!
And when I turned to the person in question it turned out to be none other than Ahlam! His wife!
"HALT!" Everybody stopped and went quiet, a guard pushed past the crowd, walking toward me with quiet confidence and unspoken authority.
Nazeem looked relieved, and I was about to run, but-
"You have proven yourself to be a true friend to Whiterun and its people." The guard said and patted me on the shoulder before reaching to his belt to grab a fat sack of septims hanging from it. "Here, a little reward for your hard work." I swear, I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Just doing my part." I nodded seriously and accepted the money.
The guard nodded back and looked at the shocked Nazeem before looking back at me and doing a "go on" gesture.
I grinned.
Nazeem sobbed louder.
—The Bannered Mare, next morning—
Y'know what? I wouldn't mind if my adventure ended here. If I'd died right now after a single day of my Isekai experience.
Why?
Why wouldn't I be okay!?
I got to fuck up Nazeem IRL!
Get fucked up by drinking free mead & ale that everyone in the Bannered Mare kept buying as a form of gratitude for my service to the city!
And got to fuck a lady and lose my virginity the same day after sunset!
With who?
"Gods! I forgot how the touch of a real man felt ever since I married that waste of air." Ahlam sighed in content as we both collapsed on the bed after our morning fuck.
That's right. I've cucked Nazeem!
Apparently she got really turned on when she saw me mercilessly beating the shit out of her husband. Not that I could blame her.
Well, needless to say, I can die happy now~~~
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Wait, no! I wanna go to the companions and start talking to them with a baby-voice I do when I talk to dogs, then I can die happy!
I'm sure the look of bewilderment and indignation will be a glorious last sight before I'm gonna be eaten alive by angry werewolves!