[WP] You just got Isekaied; the problem is that ALL of the medication, therapy, & support network that's holding back your life threateningly extreme depression is back on Earth.

Ever since you picked up your first comic, you fell in love with Isekai mangas and manhwas. You would spend hours reading them and even writing about them in your notebook, fantasizing and preparing. Now magic was not real, and this was only in books but you had a wild imagination! Or so you thought.

Your favourite type of Isekai is when the mc is transported but does not gain any sort of supernatural abilities, but somehow a god always takes a liking to you and gives you a broken ability. That did not happen. You were a literal blank human. In a world of magic, supernatural, and fantasy you had nothing. You were nothing. This of course was not a good hit to your mental health, but you decided to persevere and make your own path for you had 1 thing to cling onto!

That did not last. Eventually, you began losing the will to clean yourself, communicate with others, and even move. You wanted to give up. You did give up. That one hope you clung onto? Yeah, that was a fallacy. Most Isekai characters get some sort of status that helps keep their emotions normal, and resistance to fear and any sort of negative emotion. You're lacking that.

You decided to force what little power you had and looked for information. Any sort of support system, medicinal or herbal treatments. Magics that can help you. Nothing of the sort existed.

You fell into a deep pit of despair, you wanted to go back home. Your extreme depression caused your parents to shelter you. So now here you are, a child stuck, helpless, with no one to help him. You've been abandoned by the kingdom and the priests who brought you to this world. This world's god abandoned you, and the other heroes that were isekaied? Well, I don't need to say anything more about that, do I? Your parents will cry out wondering where their child has gone. You will never feel the warmth of your mother's hug, or your father's soft head slap while being goofy.

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"So... did I get your life story right young one?" With an ominous stare, a face visible yet so hidden, and a slight smile said the creature.

"You must have run, looking for a helping hand. You poor thing." The creature bent its legs, bringing its face to the Isekaied youth.

"Someone will save me, the hero will come, and my parents will find me. God will help me. Those thoughts haunt you, don't they?" Wings unfurling and long stretched hands grabbing the youth.

"You'll be fine now, I'm here for you." With sad eyes, and a soft caring voice, wings covering and protecting the youth, exposing him to the first warmth and love he's received since arriving on this world.

"Take my hand young one. Let's go home."

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This is my memory. if a poor child is ever isekaied and thrown into this harsh world like I was... Seek out the man who became my father. for he took me in as his son, as he will take you in. What about me you wonder? I'm his right hand man, the right hand of the demon lord.

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