Why Did I End Up Here?

The sky was clear for miles, and the sun shone brightly.

Warm sunlight spilled across the earth.

People flowed through the bustling streets. Amid the laughter and chatter, nearly everyone on the road seemed to be handsome young men and beautiful young women brimming with youthful energy.

Screech—!

Bang—

Aah—!

The piercing sound of brakes suddenly rang out, shattering the beautiful scene.

"There's been an accident!"

"Someone's been hit!"

"Notify the hospital and get the injured person treated!"

"Is there anyone here with medical training?!"

Noisy, chaotic voices rose up as concerned bystanders rushed to help.

At the center of the crowd lay a young man in a white shirt, blood streaming down his cheek.

"A car accident? Someone got hit? Who got hit?"

Listening to the commotion around him, the young man wanted to get up from the ground and see what the fuss was about. But when he tried to raise his hand, a piercing pain shot through all four limbs.

"Preliminary assessment: both arms are fractured, head trauma, lung injury. The patient is still conscious!"

"The medical kit! Bring the medical kit over, now!"

The young man watched the man bustling about before him, who seemed to be a doctor. Feeling the excruciating pain in his limbs and chest, he seemed to realize something.

"Ah... so I'm the one who got hit. No wonder it hurts so much..."

"But why did I get hit by a car? Wasn't I at home?"

His mind was a complete mess, filled with countless questions.

Why had he suddenly ended up out on the street and gotten hit by a car?

And was this person in front of him really a doctor? Why didn't his clothes look quite right?

And where was this place? Why did the sky look so fake? There were actually stars out in broad daylight...

No, my head feels a little heavy. I'm not going to die here, am I?!

I haven't even gotten married yet...

"The patient's consciousness is fading! Return to the hospital faster, and contact them to prepare for surgery!"

"Use authorized access to activate facial recognition! Notify the patient's family as soon as possible!"

"..."

With a stomach full of doubts and the noisy calls ringing in his ears, the young man's consciousness finally gave out and sank into endless darkness.

P.L.A.N.T.

A nation established by Coordinators. Its predecessor had been Zodiac, a research colony satellite at L5, originally funded by the Earth Atlantic Federation, East Asia Republic, and Eurasian Federation. Its population consisted primarily of Coordinators and was estimated to exceed twenty million.

Coordinators, also known as Newtypes, were people whose genes had been manipulated to grant them abilities superior to those of ordinary people from birth. Whether in physical fitness or mental agility, the average Coordinator surpassed Naturals.

Beyond the differences in physical ability, there were also differences in social standing and resources.

Because embryo adjustment was extremely expensive and ordinary families simply could not afford it, nearly all Coordinator families belonged to the upper levels of society.

So when you faced someone your own age who surpassed you in every way—family background, social resources, physical ability, intelligence, looks, and more...

Did you think there was still any point in striving? Did you think you still had any chance to turn things around?

Most crucially, this despair was not innate; it was artificially created. In other words, not only could their generation crush you, but their descendants would forever crush yours as well.

The strong would remain strong, and the weak would remain weak. This would continue forever. Could you tolerate such a thing?

And that was the source of the conflict between Naturals (Old Humans) and Coordinators (Newtypes).

However, Coordinators also had a drawback: reproduction!

Due to the conflict with Naturals, most Coordinators had been driven off Earth. Without the support of the Naturals' vast gene pool, a new generation of Coordinators could not emerge.

Furthermore, due to genetic engineering, Coordinators had a low natural fertility rate. Their natural population growth had remained stagnant, making it difficult for them to produce descendants.

To this end, P.L.A.N.T. had even implemented mandatory matched marriages.

"So... why?"

"Why exactly?"

The young man—no, he should be called Noer Cassia.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Noer lay on the hospital bed deep in thought. Or perhaps questioning his entire life would have been more accurate.

After half a month of bed rest and investigation, he had basically confirmed that he had joined the ranks of transmigrators.

Originally, this should have been a good thing. What was a transmigrator? A Child of Destiny!

But... why?

Why did it have to be here? Of all the places he could have transmigrated to, why did he have to end up here?!

He vaguely remembered that P.L.A.N.T. was a fictional nation from an anime.

He hadn't watched that anime in at least ten years! Ten whole years!

It had been ten years before he was sent here? That was fucking ridiculous!

Transmigration itself was already absurd enough, yet he had transmigrated into this world!

Of course, with transmigration, you could end up anywhere. Some people had even transmigrated straight into Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf and become sheep.

But the key problem was, who transmigrated into an old anime? Because so much time had passed, he could barely remember the plot.

The only thing he knew was that this world was dangerous!

How dangerous? Put it this way: by the later stages of the war between Old Humans and Newtypes, they were firing nuclear bombs at one another, terrified their firepower would not be enough to wipe the other side out.

And those idiots were not even throwing nuclear bombs at military forces. They specifically targeted civilian residential areas under the opposing faction's control.

Anyway, he vaguely remembered that Earth had been blown up several times by things even more powerful than nuclear bombs. P.L.A.N.T. was the same.

Whether it was Earth or P.L.A.N.T., no matter where he ran, there was a risk of getting nuked.

So... there wasn't a single safe place to live in the entire damn universe. He could not even run if he wanted to!

Of course, like other anime, this one also had protagonists who gave everything to stop the war.

But the key problem was that the fucking nuclear bomb exploded!

In the end, the war was indeed stopped, but the nuclear bomb still exploded!

"What am I supposed to do..."

Noer lay on the bed, completely dumbfounded. Only remembering tiny fragments of the plot was utterly disgusting.

Either let me know nothing, or let me know everything. Knowing just this tiny bit was seriously torturous!

Beep—

Chirp—

Just as Noer was thinking about how to keep himself alive, the door to the medical room slowly opened, and a man in a white coat walked in.

Noer turned his head for a glance, then looked away.