Ugh. Where am I? Did I survive? What the hell was that truck driver thinking? He crossed two lanes just to hit me. Oh gods—am I dead? I hope not, but seriously, this is really trippy. I can't see, feel, smell, or hear anything. It's dark; too dark.
Perhaps I am dead after all. Is this that "absolute nothingness" people theorized happens after death? It's how I imagine sleeping while conscious would feel. Strange. Really strange. But it's also weirdly comfortable. I feel—hmmm, what's the word? Ah yes, I feel free. Weightless. It's like the past eighteen years meant nothing, and I can finally let go.
Like I could die in peace.
C-creepy. Why the hell am I talking like that? I don't want to die. NO! This should be my main character arc! I should reincarnate! I should get a cool system! Cool powers! And a harem of beautiful Yanderes! How could death be so simple? That's boring! Ugh! If only... Damn, there's no way I'm actually going to stay like this forever. Eternity? HELL NO!
LET ME OUT!!!
LET ME OUT!!!
CRA—
LET ME OUT!!!
CRAC—
LET. ME. OUT!!!
CRACK!!
W-wait!! For real? I was joking! You know, lightening the mood! W-well, I'm not complaining. C-carry on!!
MWHAHAHA~ I know what happens now—
Bruh. Could you give me a minute to monologue? The readers are going to complain!
YEAH!!!!! WOOOO!!! WHO CARES ABOUT THE READERS!!! REINCARNATE ME!!!!!
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Ugh~ what's this feeling? I feel—
Lucif—
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Where am I? Did I die again? How? I didn't even reincarnate yet! Hmmm… no, I don't think that's it. I can definitely feel something. What is it? My body, perhaps? I'm not sure. Alright, let's try this.
Slowly, I willed my eyes open. Surprisingly, they opened easily. The first thing I saw was a ceiling—a damp, moldy ceiling. My eyes drifted toward the corner where droplets of water seeped through the roof.
Well, this certainly is a home fit for a reincarnator. Whatever. Once I willed my eyes open, the rest of my body reacted instantly. I eased myself up until I was standing. I could tell immediately that this body was weak; each movement left me exhausted. Looking at my exposed skin—my arms, for instance—they looked frail. I could see the distinct outline of bone. The same went for my legs, so I assumed that was the case everywhere. Sigh. Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Looking down, I realized I was in boxers and a dirty T-shirt. Rummaging around, I found an old school uniform: black trousers, a white T-shirt, and smart black shoes. I pulled off the dirty shirt and changed into the uniform. It wasn't great, but it would do.
"Whistle~ what a start to a new life~" I mused as I walked around the one-room home. Yep, it was literally just a room. The kitchen and bathroom were effectively inside the bedroom. Crazy, but it's not like it matters much. Hmmm, shouldn't this be the perfect time for the system to appear? I'm all ready now!
Oh~ why thank you, dear system~
Is it not sentient? Well, whatever… yes. I walked over and sat on the single-sized bed.
L-library? What the hell is that? System, explain these to me!
Just go in order.
H-holy shit! Wait. Wait, I have to beat someone!! Damn, but I'm weak as shit! Well, I guess a condition makes sense, but still. Can you clarify what you mean by "beat them"? Like, in battle? Or does the method matter?
Well, crap. Ah well, I suppose there's always a price. I'll just have to play dirty at first. Hehe, I'm actually kind of excited. Okay, next one.
That makes sense, I suppose… although I already knew that from novels. Well, I'd already seen copy abilities in novels as well. Hehe, maybe I'm in a novel. That would be pretty cool, actually. Hey, readers~~~ hehe.
Anyway, you can continue, system.
Oh… well, okay, now I get why it's called a library. Hmmm, so there are other features. Damn, I need to copy something fast, but this body is so damn weak and I'm getting hungry. Sigh. Do I have any money?
Standing back up, I rustled through my pockets, but there was nothing. I walked over to the desk and slid open a drawer. Inside was a single twenty-dollar bill. I expected this, but… I'M FUCKING BROKE!!! Ugh, I hate being poor already. Stuffing the twenty into my pocket, I walked toward the door.
Opening it with a creak, I stepped outside. The cold air slammed into me, literally taking my breath away. I shivered, spinning on my heel to go back inside and slamming the door shut.
"F-fuck, it's too cold. This body wasn't made for such winds!" Sigh. I might as well stay inside today. Do I have a phone? Nope, definitely don't. Haaa, what the hell am I supposed to do? Well, whatev—
KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!
Did I just get interrupted again? Is this happening on purpose? Who or what is causing this? Tch. It's definitely that damn author. What a loathsome guy.
*Ahem~ It's me, the omnipotent author!! I am not loathsome. Ahem, okay bye! ✌️ *
Ahhh~ whatever. Walking over to the door, I opened it slowly to reveal a large man who towered over me. He was massive—broad shoulders, muscular frame. Basically, a very scary guy. I tried not to show it, though. Putting on a polite smile, I spoke:
"Oh, hi! How can I help yo—" Cut off yet again.
The man spoke, his voice gruff and laced with annoyance. "Rent's late, kid. It's been three months. Out. And I'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
Well, shit. What a bad day to reincarnate.
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