章 2: Chapter 2-First kill,Second slip

Sunlight stabbed through Issac's eyelids like a caffeinated toddler who'd taken a personal oath to wake him up permanently.

The grass tickled his legs with the sincerity of a stranger offering unwanted help. A faint breeze carried a weird mix of ozone and—was that cinnamon?

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Right. The banana peel. The void. The… this. "…Okay. Definitely not Earth."

His heart thumped like a jackhammer. Legs wobbly, mouth dry, Issac forced himself upright.

He scanned the horizon: rolling hills glittering under the sun, sparkling rivers cutting through the landscape, distant mountains that glinted like polished metal. Beautiful. Peaceful. And utterly irrelevant to the fact that he had just died slipping on a banana peel.

A soft chime sounded directly in the meat of his brain.

"Of course," he muttered. "Now I get a tutorial. Because what's a traumatic isekai without a pop-up?"

A translucent blue panel shimmered into existence, hovering with the smug permanence of a billboard for a product he already hated.

⟨ SYSTEM INTERFACE ONLINE ⟩

User: Issac Volt

Level: 1 (Reborn)

Age: 17

Status: Awake in New World

Primary Magic: FIRE

Secondary Magic: LOCKED

Stats:

• Strength .... 11 (Below Average)

• Speed .... 12

• Stamina ..... 11

• Mana ..... 13

• Charm .... 95

Generating Unique Trait…

Trait confirmed. How unfortunate.

Unique Trait Acquired: BANANA PEELS

Conjures invisible banana peels

Slips the target with 100% success rate

Issac blinked. "…Seriously? After all that, my unique trait is a lethal-grade fruit snack? The universe really hates me."

He flexed his hands experimentally. Tiny flames flickered across his palms. Fire magic. Predictable. Obedient. Boring. Safe enough to burn a rabbit if it tried to eat him.

He stood, wobbling like a newborn deer. His knees made a small, pathetic sound.

"Step one," he muttered, "don't die immediately. Step two… survive the insane wildlife. Step three… maybe rethink the entire concept of gods."

And then he froze.

A small rabbit hopped into view. White, fluffy, and—at first glance—utterly harmless. It wiggled its nose at him. Adorable.

Issac's lips twitched. "Cute… harmless… probably just here to admire my glorious face."

But then its eyes glowed red.

His stomach did a very unhelpful flip. The tiny creature shimmered faintly with mana, every inch radiating danger.

"…Nope. Nope. Nope. Absolutely nope."

He turned and ran. Grass whipped against his legs, wind burned his lungs, and somewhere in his panic, a desperate, wordless command sparked in his mind: STOP!

A faint shimmer appeared beneath the rabbit's feet. A banana peel formed out of nowhere, glimmering faintly. He didn't know how. He didn't care. He just ran.

The rabbit stepped on it.

WHOOSH!

It tumbled, somersaulting like a furry pinwheel, and skidded across the grass before landing in a heap.

Issac skidded to a stop a few feet away. "…What the hell just happened?"

He looked at his hands. Fire. He didn't know how to control it yet, but panic lent him courage.

"System! Fireball! NOW!" he shouted.

A searing heat gathered in his palms, sudden and alarming. Instinct took over. A small fireball streaked forward, hitting the rabbit square in the chest. Smoke curled upward. The rabbit didn't move.

"…Okay. Fine. That works," he muttered, chest heaving.

He nudged the slightly-smoking rabbit with his foot. "Note to self: bunnies are psychopaths. Also, note to self: figure out why you smell like a barbecued dessert."

He breathed, trying to calm the chaos of his racing heart. Curiosity edged out adrenaline.

He stepped closer, examining the little pile of fur and smoke like some twisted archaeologist of death.

And then it happened.

His foot landed on something slick.

A glowing banana peel, lying in wait like the universe's way of saying, "I told you so."

WHOOSH!

His legs shot out from under him with the grace of a trapdoor in slow motion. For one perfect, weightless moment, he became a starfish in the sky, arms and legs flailing like a helpless marionette.

Then gravity, that merciless tyrant, reasserted its dominance. He landed on his back with a sound that was less "thud" and more "sack of wet flour."

"Damn it! Damn you, gods!" he shouted, glaring at the sky spinning like a carnival ride.

"I survived a demonic rabbit! I killed it! I used your stupid system! And THIS is your reward?!"

Pain flared through his back and limbs. His vision blurred, edges darkening like ink in water. He clawed at the grass in vain, trying to grab anything solid.

As the world tunneled into darkness, one last, coherent thought clawed its way to the surface:

"Of course. My greatest enemy… was myself and banana peel all along."

It was profoundly stupid. And probably true.

Then, his consciousness slowly faded away.

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