What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you before going to school?
"Probably getting a stomach ache and almost shitting myself."
Yeah. That was me.
Today.
9:03 AM – At school gates
"Shit! Where's the freaking toilet?!"
It's only my second day since I transferred here.
I was sprinting across the hallway, holding my stomach like I'd been stabbed, when a teacher spotted me.
"Hey! What in the world are you running for? You're not even late!"
"Sorry, good morning, teacher! I have a stomach ache. Please, where's the toilet?!"
"Huh?! Ohhh… you're the new transfer student, right? Tsk tsk. Bad timing. The boys' toilets aren't available right now."
"…What? Why?!"
"Someone flushed a bunch of exam papers down the toilets. A LOT of students did it, so now the whole boys' restroom system is clogged."
"Whaaa… But sir, where am I supposed to go?!"
He looked around for a moment.
"…I recommend the girls' bathroom. I'll tell the principal. You've got a reason. Just hurry before you embarrass yourself."
"Thank you, teacher!"
I didn't even care anymore. I rushed into the girls' bathroom, picked the cleanest stall, and dropped down with a sigh of relief.
Sweet. Freakin'. Freedom.
But as I was halfway through summoning the devil from my guts…
Voices.
Girls entered. At least three of them.
I held my breath.
"Heard about Kurosaki? She actually slapped Rina yesterday."
"No way. That's wild…"
One of them giggled.
"I kind of get it though. Rina's been acting all high and mighty lately."
I stayed dead silent. Maybe if I don't move, they won't notice—
Sniff sniff.
"…Wait. What is that smell?"
"Oh my god."
"…Don't tell me someone's using the toilet right now."
"It smells awful…"
A knock hit my stall.
"Hey? Is someone inside?"
I panicked.
"U-Uhh… yeah! Sorry! Stomach ache!"
There was a pause.
"…That sounded like a guy's voice."
"…Wait… is there a BOY in here?!"
Footsteps. Movement.
I heard one of them whisper, "Get on the toilet and peek over."
Please no.
One peeked over.
"AHHH!! It's a guy!!"
Screams erupted.
I yanked my pants up like my life depended on it.( He did wiped his ass before yanking it, of course he flushed it )
"I'm sorry! I was desperate! The teacher said it was okay!"
"EWW! He really used our bathroom!"
I ran out of the stall, toilet paper stuck to my shoe, pure shame in my soul.
And of course—
WHAM!
I ran straight into the principal.
He blinked.
"…Why were you in the girls' bathroom, with toilet paper on your foot?"
I stared at him.
Author's Note:
Hi! Polarclover here—the author of this novel.
So, just to be real with you… this entire story?
Yeah, it literally started because of something that happened to me in one single day.
I had the most embarrassing moment ever—accidentally took a dump in the women's bathroom (don't ask how 😭), got laughed at, and felt like disappearing from the face of the Earth.
Later that same day, while I was in class pretending to listen to the teacher, this idea just popped into my head like:
"What if this turned into an isekai story?"
And boom—this novel was born.
I don't want to spoil anything, but things are about to get wild.
So keep reading, enjoy the chaos, and thank you for giving this story a shot!
Ohh and I recommend reading this novel with a music
The music I'm listening while writing is "Frozy Kompa Slowed"
—Polarclover
Explaining what happened, he sighed and looked at me.
"Hayst… what did you even eat this morning to end up like that?"
"I think… it's because I ate too many tomatoes yesterday."
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It's fine. Just go to your class. It's almost time."
9:28 AM.
Class starts at 9:30.
What kind of luck is this?
Seriously—out of all the things that could happen… this?
Ever since I was a kid, I've always had the worst luck.
Tripping on nothing. Slipping on dry floors.
Random dogs chasing me for no reason.
And now…
Getting caught mid-dump in the girls' bathroom on my second day.
I opened the door to the classroom.
All eyes turned toward me.
The same girls from earlier were there—of course.
"Psst… isn't that the guy who took a dump in the girls' bathroom?"
"He must be a pervert…"
"He even left toilet paper on his shoe, I heard."
Murmurs spread like wildfire.
"Quiet down, class," the teacher said, walking in.
"Oh! Aiden, there you are."
I took a deep breath.
"If any of you saw Aiden in the girls' bathroom this morning," the teacher continued casually, "the boys' restroom is currently out of order, so he had permission."
The whole class went silent.
...
And then it got worse.
One guy in the back whispered, "Permission to poop? Damn, he's got bathroom privileges."
Laughter broke out.
I wanted to disappear.
Though embarrassed, he ignored the whispers and walked to his seat.
As he sat down, he noticed a familiar face a few seats away—
His old friend, someone who had transferred here about a year before him.
"Dang, Aiden… taking a dump in the girls' bathroom on your second day?"
His friend smirked, clearly holding back laughter.
Aiden sighed. "It's not my fault… actually—yeah, it is my fault."
He leaned back in his chair.
"But hey, at least I got to take the best shit of my life."
His friend burst out laughing. "Proud of that, huh?"
He wiped a fake tear from his eye.
"Man… I still remember you back in elementary. Eating erasers and getting chased by dogs like it was your side quest."
Aiden covered his face with one hand.
"Can you just forget that? We're already in high school—we're sixteen."
His friend kept laughing, almost falling out of his chair.
Some things never change.
But then—
RUMBLE.
The ground shook violently.
The entire classroom trembled.
"What the—?! What's happening?!"
"Everyone, emergency drill! Under the tables!" the teacher shouted.
Desks screeched as students scrambled.
Aiden ducked down, heart pounding.
What the hell is going on?!
Then—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed from outside.
Aiden's head snapped toward the window.
Meteors.
Actual meteors—raining down from the sky, tearing through the clouds like divine judgment.
One of them—glowing bright orange—
Came hurtling straight toward the school.
No. Not just the school.
His classroom.
CRASH.
Everything went black.
...
Silence.
Aiden's eyes fluttered open.
He was no longer in a classroom.
No desk. No students. No teacher.
Waking up, his vision was blurry.
"Where… am I?" he muttered, slowly sitting up.
All around him was a dense forest—towering trees, chirping birds, and sunlight peeking through the leaves.
A strange sense of familiarity washed over him.
"…Is this déjà vu?" he whispered.
"I've read so many isekai stories... I never thought something like this would actually happen."
He stood up, stretched a little, then started wandering. After a few minutes, he found a river and knelt beside it. Thirsty and unsure of what else to do, he took a few sips.
As he leaned over the water, something caught his attention—his reflection.
He stared.
"…Huh?"
The face staring back wasn't the same one he remembered from Earth.
This version of him had smoother skin, a sharper jawline, better posture, and even slightly glowing eyes.
"Wait a minute… I look good?"
Aiden blinked a few times, leaning closer.
"…aw. Was I really that ugly before?"
Just as Aiden was still processing his new face, a strange "Ding!" echoed in the air.
A glowing blue screen appeared in front of him.
> [SYSTEM MESSAGE]
Welcome, Aiden.
Because of your endless, annoying requests after reading a dozen isekai novels,
the gods have finally had enough.
Instead of prayers, all you ever sent were desperate rants and cringe fantasies.
So congratulations… you've officially annoyed the divine realm.
As punishment—or reward, who knows—you've been isekai'd.
You better make this worth it, you overly dramatic human.
Aiden blinked.
"…Did a system screen just flame me?"
He stared at the floating text.
"…And did it just call me cringe?"
Aiden muttered, "Your words sound vulgar... like a black ma—uh, human-like words."
The system shot back,
"Yeah, shithead. All the gods got seriously annoyed by your nonstop requests. They threw a tantrum at us instead of you, you freaking pain in the ass."
Aiden sighed, "Should I be thankful or regret this?"
The system replied,
"Since you made too many requests, the gods got mad and called down a meteor shower on your world. Fuck's sake, I don't know how your prayer was so strong it reached the gods, man."
Since the gods don't really favor you, they placed a curse upon you. The pain you felt before dying—you will feel it again now, the system said coldly.
Aiden blinked, confused. "What are you—"
Suddenly, a white-hot pain surged through his body like a lightning bolt. His muscles seized. His bones felt like they were being crushed from the inside. His veins burned as if boiling acid ran through them instead of blood. His insides twisted unnaturally, like something was trying to tear him apart from within.
His knees buckled. He collapsed to the forest floor, clawing at the dirt as he screamed.
"AHHH! What... what is this?! Stop! Please—it hurts! It hurts ! It hurts so much! I want to die!"
His vision blurred with tears. He could feel every nerve in his body screaming. His lungs burned as if the air itself was on fire. Every second stretched on like an eternity. It was the kind of pain that made death seem like mercy.
Then, silence.
Everything faded to black.
System Alert: You have died.
This time, there were no quirky system messages, no sarcastic replies.
Only one line appeared:
You are now in the Underworld.
The pain slowly subsided, leaving Aiden gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and trembling.
He coughed, trying to steady his breath.
"What the hell… just happened?"
The system didn't need to answer.
He realized it—the pain he just experienced was exactly what he felt during the meteor strike.
It was death, repeated.