Aerakoi: I Fell Into A Sky Realm

ALVIN NEWTHDID NOT LAND;HE FELL. He was a third-year college student. His flight was bound for Hawaii. Somewhere over the Bermuda Triangle the ocean opened and the plane went down. He woke up in a different sky entirely, still falling, with a ticket in his left hand and a wooden box in his right. The ticket said Welcome Player. He had never been a player. He had never heard of Mnezaerth. He did not know that the sky he fell into was already inhabited, already organized, already governed by people who had fallen before him and built something out of it. He did not know that the floating caverns drifting past him were dungeons, or that the wooden box in his hand had a rank, or that the Aerakoi had a word for what he was. They called it an Arrival. They had been recording Arrivals for over a century. Alvin Newth was not the first. He would not be the last. But the box he was carrying when he fell — that had not happened before. LitRPG | Isekai | Progression Fantasy