The night of December 31, 2025, in a quiet corner of North Sumatra, Indonesia, felt heavier than usual. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant fireworks already testing for the new year. Ahmad Fakhri, 24 years old, sat cross-legged on the worn mattress in his small room, phone glowing like a lone lantern in the dark.
He let out a long, calm sigh.
「Ye Shunguang... akhirnya dapet juga di pity 70.」he muttered to himself in Indonesian, scrolling through his Zenless Zone Zero gacha history. The elegant Void Hunter with her dual-form blade appeared in the agent list, M1 already shining. Her signature W-Engine had come home exactly at pull 75 on the weapon banner. Luck? Maybe. Fate? Who knew.
His account was stacked for a true F2P warrior: Ellen Joe with her shark tail, Caesar King guarding like an unbreakable wall, Tsukishiro Yanagi slicing through paperwork and enemies alike, Hoshimi Miyabi enforcing order with deadly grace, Asaba Harumasa (free claim from 1.4), Astra Yao singing her way to victory, Hugo Vlad crashing in like an avalanche, Vivian Banshee haunting the shadows, Anby – Soldier 0 version standing ready, Seed planting chaos, Yixuan carrying the weight of Yunkui Summit, Alice Thymefield fumbling through Ether with pure innocence, Yidhari Murphy spinning endless spooky tales... and now, fresh from the standard banner, Zhao had joined for free.
Many had their signature W-Engines: Caesar, Miyabi, Astra, Hugo, Vivian. The rest? A-rank hand-me-downs, with Ellen borrowing the second Hugo engine he'd somehow pulled twice.
「Kalau bisa nabung buat Orphie sama Magus rerun nanti...」he whispered, opening the calculator app. Polychrome count: 12,847. Events incoming would push it higher. Soldier 11 remained his go-to for fire weakness, Koleda at M1 with signature handling stun-fire duties. He wasn't a whale like those YouTubers flexing C6 teams. Just a guy saving every crystal.
His mind drifted to Wattpad. Stories poured out of him there—isekai, fantasy, adventure, slice of life. One had hit 1k views: [Isekai Nikki], a tale of a future world sparkling in September, full of hope and ruin. But ideas dried up. Discontinued.
Dhizwar, his little brother—the fifth sibling—sometimes helped, laughing while forging crazy crossovers, tossing ZZZ characters into wild plots. The family was complicated: eldest brother Azumi Rei acted as leader after their mother Dewi Angraini passed on August 27, 2025. Father Amansyah had abandoned them long ago. Third sibling Azuri, the first twin. Fourth, Azhar, gone since 2016. Ahmad—Yuuki, as he called himself online—was vice head, the quiet pillar.
He stood, grabbed his wallet, and walked to the nearby minimarket under flickering streetlights. Bought instant noodles, cold tea, and some snacks. Back home, deep breath.
Lying on the bed, phone set aside, he stared at the ceiling.
「Kalau bisa punya apa yang gue mau...」A gentle smile. Thoughts turned to isekai anime—Truck-kun, goddesses, reincarnations, another world calling.
Sleep came peacefully.
Unaware.
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The dream was vivid, almost too real.
He stood on a shattered plain under a crimson moon. A figure in silver armor fought an enormous shadow—the Emperor, corrupted by unknown power. The warrior wielded Phanstam Power (evolved from ancient Noble Phantasms), Six Derimian Style Sword flowing like Chinese wuaxu energy, and a final, desperate technique: Kaarosu Kamikazen—a top-arrow storm of divine fury that tore the sky.
The Emperor fell. Peace returned, fragile.
The warrior—Yuuki Izayoi, nicknamed Clover—became the Hero of the King Lord of the Round Table. He married Sena Ely Shafiyah, the Seraphim Angel, and they had a daughter: Yani Fukuro, Goddess of application, request, and hope.
But Yuuki was human. Time claimed him.
Sena and Yani grieved. Yani, now grown, gripped her magic staff. Magic circles bloomed. A summoning spell, born of longing.
「Father... come back.」
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Ahmad woke—no, he didn't wake. He spawned.
A divine realm, stars swirling like game particles. Golden light everywhere.
A young goddess with flowing silver hair rushed forward, eyes wide with joy.
「Otou-san! やっと…やっと会えた!」 Yani cried, throwing herself into his arms.
From the side, a woman with radiant wings—Sena—dashed forward, tears streaming.
「Yuuki…! あなたが…本当に戻ってきたの…?」 She hugged him tightly from the other side, wings enveloping them both.
Ahmad froze. His heart pounded.
「Ini... mimpi lagi? Atau halusinasi? Gue kan autis, skizo juga...」he said in Indonesian, voice shaking. 「Ini nggak bener...」
Sena pulled back gently, cupping his face. Her eyes were kind, understanding.
「これは夢じゃないわ,Yuuki.現実よ.あなたはもう...ここにいるの.」 (This isn't a dream, Yuuki. It's reality. You're here now.)
「Tapi... gue Ahmad. Ahmad Fakhri. Bukan Yuuki Izayoi.」 he protested, stepping back slightly.
Yani tilted her head, still clinging to his arm.
「でも…お父さんはお父さんだよ.名前が変わっても,心は同じ.ずっと待ってたんだから!」 (But… Father is Father. Even if the name changes, the heart is the same. We've been waiting so long!)
Sena smiled sadly.
「あなたがこの世界に来る前,別の人生を生きていたこと…知ってるわ.事故でも,神の気まぐれでも…関係ない.ここであなたは,Yuuki.私たちの英雄で,夫で,父よ.」 (We know you lived another life before coming here. Whether accident, or a god's whim… it doesn't matter. Here, you are Yuuki. Our hero, husband, father.)
Ahmad's mind reeled. The hallucinations he'd had since childhood—visions of swords, angels, battles—were they memories? Another self?
「Jadi... semua itu nyata? Gue... punya kehidupan lain di dunia ini?」(So… all of that was real? I… had another life in this world?)
Yani nodded vigorously.
「うん!だから…一緒に帰ろう?お母さんと三人で.新しい冒険も,平和な日々も,全部一緒に!」 (Yes! So… let's go home? With Mother, the three of us. New adventures, peaceful days, everything together!)
Sena extended her hand.
「恐れないで.あなたはもう一人じゃないわ.ここから…新しい物語が始まるのよ.」 (Don't be afraid. You're not alone anymore. From here… a new story begins.)
Ahmad stared at the hand. His old life—North Sumatra, gacha pulls, Wattpad stories, family burdens—felt distant, like a saved game file.
But this... this was the isekai he'd written about so many times.
Slowly, trembling, he reached out.
「Baiklah... ayo pulang.」 (Alright… let's go home.)
The divine realm shimmered. A portal of light opened.
And Ahmad Fakhri—or Yuuki Izayoi—stepped through, into a world of fantasy, adventure, and the quiet slice-of-life moments he'd always dreamed of writing.
To be continued...