I Got Isekai'd to Another Planet

The moment the clock hit 15:00, the world began to move.

A low vibration thrummed beneath the floors of the prison, subtle at first, then growing louder, like a beast waking. Lights above dimmed to blood-red. A voice followed.

"ALL SURVIVORS, REPORT TO YOUR GAME CHAMBER IMMEDIATELY. FAILURE TO ARRIVE WILL RESULT IN ERASURE."

June didn't hesitate.

She followed the current of bodies, Miguel at her side. Neither of them spoke. No one did. Just the sound of boots, heartbeats, and breath.

They entered the chamber through a glowing archway and stopped.

It wasn't a room.

It was an impossibility.

A colossal, circular chamber stretched wider than any stadium June had ever seen. There were no tiers, no rows, just one single, unbroken table, wide as a road, curving around itself into a perfect ring.

And seated around it were 100,000 people.

And across the room their were many others.

All survivors.

All silent.

The table had seats numbered from 0000001 to 0100000. Each glowing softly. June found hers without needing to look, 0099372. Miguel's was beside her, 0099373.

He sat down and whistled under his breath. "Guess I'll always be sitting next to you."

June said nothing.

He added, with a half-smile, "Suppose I'll always be here to protect you."

Still nothing.

She sat and folded her hands on the table, eyes scanning the massive expanse of humanity. It was dizzying. The curve of the table swallowed itself into the horizon of the chamber. Hundreds of thousands of others stared ahead, waiting. Sweating.

Suddenly, a presence appeared in the center of the circles of all the tables simultaneously, a child.

No, not a child.

Something in the shape of one.

He hovered inches above the tables centers, barefoot, giggling. Eyes too large. Hair flickering like static. A glitch in reality given shape.

"Hi, everyone!" the god chirped. "Welcome to your very first game. I'm Kiddo, your host!"

He spun around, arms outstretched.

"Now today's game is a classic. Simple. Old-school. Human as fear itself."

He snapped his fingers.

"Russian. Roulette."

Gasps. Cries. Silence.

A six-shooter revolver appeared before him, floating. Old. Rusted. Heavy with implied threat.

"The rules are simple! One revolver. One bullet. One player per round.But only six will be playing the others will be safe. The gun will appear before the selected participant. They must fire it at their own temple within fifteen seconds. And will move anticlockwise in descending order."

Kiddo grinned wide.

"If you survive, you can spin the chamber and try again! But if the time run out? Run? Shoot someone else?"

He giggled like a child watching a fly burn.

"You get erased. And so does the fun."

Miguel leaned in to June and whispered, "So basically, die or risk dying even worse."

June stared forward, calculating. "Only one player will die out of 100 000. It's like a lottery."

Miguel nodded. "Then odds are we're safe."

Above the chamber, a floating digital board flickered to life...

REWARD: 100 TOKENS

DELIVERED TO PIGGIES

Every player looked down at their wrist.

Where their tracking band was now a bright pink piglet-shaped display, complete with blinking eyes and a cartoon grin. The token counter glowed: 0.

Miguel blinked. "Is this seriously called a piggy?"

Above them, divine voices echoed faintly...

"Wasn't it sleek and black yesterday?"

Another god replied flatly, "You know how he gets. Let it go."

Kiddo clapped his hands.

"Let's begin!"

A shimmering screen appeared in the center, rolling like a slot machine. The numbers spun from 0000001 to 0100000.

June kept her face neutral.

Miguel chuckled nervously. "Relax. We're good. What are the chances one of us gets picked first...?"

The screen stopped.

0099373.

Miguel froze.

He looked down at his wrist.

Then at the glowing gun that materialized before him on the table.

June turned her head slowly, eyes locking with his.

"…Really?" he whispered.

Gasps of relief erupted across the table as the other 99,994 players realized they weren't among the six chosen. Hands clasped mouths. Shoulders sagged in gratitude. Some even laughed, nervous, fragile laughter, as though daring to feel joy might summon divine punishment.

Miguel didn't laugh.

He was trembling.

The gun hovered before him.

Fifteen seconds.

He reached for it, sweat glistening along his brow. His fingers closed around the grip. Heavy. Cold. Real.

"Ten seconds," Kiddo announced playfully, swinging his legs in the air above the center.

Miguel raised the revolver with both hands. His chest rose and fell with panicked breaths. He pressed the muzzle to his temple.

And smiled, shaking, broken, scared but still smiling at June.

June didn't react at first. She didn't care. She was just watching. One more death. One more coin flip in a cruel cosmic lottery.

But then her stomach twisted.

A tight, invisible thread pulled inside her ribcage.

No.

Not him.

She didn't want him to die.

Click.

The hammer dropped.

Empty chamber.

Miguel exhaled in one long, shaky breath. His hands dropped to the table.

The revolver vanished.

And reappeared in front of her.

June blinked.

She stared at the gun.

Miguel stiffened. "No... June..."

She picked it up without hesitation. Her expression blank. Purposeful. Resigned.

She lifted it to her head. Pressed the barrel to her temple.

Click.

Then again.

Click.

And again.

Click.

Gasps spread across the table.

Even Kiddo, floating above them, tilted his head. "Ooooh... spicy."

The gods watching above were no longer lounging. Some leaned forward in interest. Others looked visibly confused.

"She... does know it's a one-in-six, right?" one muttered.

Miguel reached out and grabbed June's free hand, voice cracking. "Stop, please. Please don't."

June froze.

The gun hovered near her temple for a moment longer. Then her hand lowered.

She blinked.

Why?

Why had she stopped?

Isn't this what she wanted?

Wasn't that the point?

She said nothing.

And the gun disappeared.

It rematerialized before the next player, 0099371.

The man's face twisted with instant fury. One of the same thugs who'd attacked June in the hallway.

He picked up the gun, snarling.

"You did this on purpose," he growled, pointing the revolver directly at her across the table. "You crazy little bi..."

The sound was instant.

A shot.

Then a recoil, reverse.

The bullet spun mid-air, U-turning in defiance of physics, and slammed into his own skull with a wet crunch.

Blood splattered across the table.

The man's body hit it face-first.

Dead.

Gasps. Cries. Silence.

Then...

"CONGRATULATIONS!" chirped Kiddo, a holographic banner appearing in the air above them in garish pink and gold. Fireworks exploded from the sides of the table, pure aesthetic, no sound.

"WINNERS: +100 TOKENS!"

Everyone's piggy bracelet blinked, 100 tokens now listed under their cheerful animated swine icon.

Kiddo did a cartwheel in the air. "Great job, survivors! You passed your first game. One death, one disqualification, and a whole lot of character development! See you next time!"

The lights dimmed.

The table slowly lowered into the floor.

And the survivors were ushered back out.

Later that evening, June and Miguel sat in the canteen.

A tray of rice, protein bars, and nutrient paste sat between them, 40 tokens per person. A drink cost 10 more. Miguel had insisted she eat. She didn't protest.

He chewed in silence, bruised lips cracked but smiling anyway.

She chewed with the mechanical indifference of a soldier cleaning a gun.

Neither spoke of the game.

Until...

Miguel looked at her.

"I'm gonna check out the Medica after this. See if they have something for my ribs."

June took a sip of her drink, her voice cool. "I want to check out one of the shops."

Miguel nodded, not pushing.

They stood. Together. But turned in opposite directions.

And for the first time since arriving in this hell…

They separated.