Isekai Playboy: Multiverse High School Chronicles
Volume 1: Arrival in Harmony – The Playboy's New Game
Arc 1: Monsoon Rebirth
Chapter 1: Truck-Kun's Monsoon Farewell – Rebirth in Kot Addu's Shadow
The monsoon hit Kot Addu like it had a personal grudge. Sheets of warm rain hammered the tin roofs, turning the narrow alleys into muddy rivers and the main road into a brown torrent. Ali Khan, twenty-two and undisputed king of the local scene, didn't care. He laughed into the storm, leather jacket soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead in that perfectly messy way girls always called "dangerous."
"Yaar, tonight's mine," he muttered, revving the old Royal Enfield. The engine roared louder than the thunder. Earlier that evening he'd left the house of Saima—the prettiest third-year at the local college—with her lipstick still on his collar and her promise to text him before dawn. Before her there'd been Ayesha, and before Ayesha, the twin sisters from Multan who still fought over whose turn it was to call him. Ali never promised forever. He just promised tonight, and tonight he always delivered.
He leaned into the next corner, tires slicing through ankle-deep water. Streetlights flickered. The world smelled of wet earth, jasmine from someone's garden, and diesel. Life was good. Life was exactly how Ali liked it—fast, loud, and full of soft curves and sweeter smiles.
Headlights suddenly blazed through the curtain of rain.
A massive cargo truck, brakes screaming, hydroplaned sideways across the flooded road. Time slowed the way it does in bad movies. Ali's eyes widened. He twisted the throttle, trying to swerve, but the bike fishtailed.
"Shit—Truck-kun? For real?" he barked a half-laugh, half-curse. "Not like this, bro—"
Metal met metal in a deafening crunch. The bike flipped. Ali flew. For one weightless second he saw the dark sky above Kot Addu, raindrops sparkling like diamonds, then the world slammed into him.
Pain. Then nothing.
He floated in black nothing. No rain. No engine noise. Just silence and the faint smell of monsoon mud still clinging to his clothes.
A calm, slightly robotic female voice spoke directly into his mind.
[Multiverse Transfer Protocol Initiated. Host soul compatibility: 100%. Personality profile locked—Charismatic Playboy, Street-Smart, Protective Core.]
[RPG System v1.0 online.]
[Multiverse Travel Gate v1.0 online.]
[Warning: Both systems are hidden from all external observation. Host may not disclose their existence under any circumstances.]
Ali tried to laugh but had no mouth. "Yo, system lady, you serious? I get isekai'd and the first rule is 'don't tell anyone'? Classic. Fine, I play cool."
[New identity being generated…]
[Welcome, Haruto Takahashi.]
Light exploded around him.
He gasped awake on soft sheets that smelled of cherry blossoms and fresh laundry. Sunlight streamed through paper-thin curtains. The room was small but perfect—wooden floors, a low desk stacked with manga and schoolbooks, a guitar in the corner, and a full-length mirror on the closet door.
Ali—no, Haruto—sat up. His body felt… better. Leaner, taller, sharper. He swung his legs off the bed and stood in front of the mirror.
The guy staring back was unfairly hot.
Messy black hair with silver tips that caught the light, sharp jawline, golden-amber eyes that screamed "I know exactly what you're thinking and I like it." He wore simple black boxers and nothing else. Abs he definitely hadn't earned in Kot Addu stared back at him. A small scar on his left collarbone looked cool instead of ugly.
Haruto grinned at his reflection—the same cocky, half-lidded smirk that had melted hearts from Kot Addu to Dera Ghazi Khan.
"Damn. Truck-kun did me a solid. Ten out of ten reincarnation."
He flexed once, just to enjoy it, then glanced at the calendar on the wall.
Monday, April 10th.
Harmony High School – Second Year, Class 2-A.
Transfer student orientation: 8:00 a.m.
A gentle knock on the door. A soft feminine voice called, "Haruto-kun? Breakfast is ready. Don't be late on your first day!"
Haruto's new "mom" sounded kind. He liked kind. He liked even more that the voice was warm and a little flustered, like she already thought her son was charming.
"Coming, Mom!" he answered, voice smooth and naturally Japanese. The language poured out of him like he'd spoken it his whole life.
He threw on the black gakuran hanging in the closet—jacket slightly open, red tie loose on purpose—and slipped on polished shoes. In the kitchen he found a bento already packed with heart-shaped onigiri and a little note: "Good luck, my cool son!"
Haruto chuckled. "Already winning."
Outside, the world was paradise. Cherry blossoms drifted down quiet streets lined with cute houses. In the distance he could see rolling green hills that screamed countryside anime, yet right around the corner rose the massive silhouette of Harmony High—a sprawling campus that somehow blended modern glass buildings with traditional wooden clubhouses. He could hear faint music from what sounded like a light music club, laughter from girls heading to school on bicycles, and the distant crackle of a campfire someone had lit for an early-morning camping club meeting.
This place was the fusion of every cozy, romantic, slice-of-life dream he'd ever half-watched on pirated sites back in Kot Addu.
And it was his.
Haruto slung his bag over one shoulder and started walking, already practicing his entrance smile—the one that made girls forget their own names.
But deep in his chest, something pulsed once. A faint purple glow only he could see.
[First Horror Rift detected in 47 minutes. Location: Harmony High Art Club room. Threat level: Minor (Junji Ito Spiral Curse prototype).]
[Quest issued: Seal the rift by acquiring external power. First gate will open automatically at 8:45 a.m.]
Haruto's smirk didn't falter. He just slid his hands into his pockets and kept strolling, golden eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Alright, system lady. Let's play."
The monsoon in Kot Addu had taken Ali Khan.
But the playboy who woke up in Harmony was never going to let anyone—monster, curse, or cute girl—forget his name again.
To be continued…