The sexy body he was in had nothing in his room but pink. He stands up, totally shocked, wishing he shouldn't be a woman.
Next to the bed, there is a long mirror. He stands in front of the mirror. Even though he saw himself, he wasn't convinced. He took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.
He fell backward with a satisfying sigh.
"Fuck... Hell no. Why is he so not straight? Yeah, send him two to three years to Dagestan and forget him. Haha..."
From his last and first experience, PSI knew he had to wait for twenty-four hours to meet the body owner and know the wishes.
So he checks clothes to wear here and there. Not a single piece of clothing looks like a straight man's clothes.
Except one.
It was in a box, hidden like a treasure. He took out a long black leather coat and dark harem pants. He had a perfect cap that suited it.
PSI asked himself, "What is going on here? Why is he hiding such clothes... Why is he acting like this? Could it be that the whole world is like this?"
He runs straight to the TV in the room and turns on the news. A young model-looking guy started talking... The lady and everything were completely like Earth.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
He saw the channels, and a lot of them were talking about a single topic.
"Have you seen last week's annihilation... Zodi is truly our hero."
Flabbergasted, he went to check on his phone. Although he didn't know the password, he was able to open it using his fingerprint.
The first thing he sees in the kid's chat is a single guy. His profile says, "Bornstar."
"Bo-Bonsta... Nah, wait. It's Bornstar. Wait... Is he a p-star or what...?"
PSI, making fun of his profile and picture, took his time without realizing a thing. All he knows is that this body is young. According to his phone, he isn't someone who has many friends, or at least not even a single one.
He also knows that he is in an apartment. PSI also noticed that this boy is actually a virgin.
PSI said, murmuring to himself, "He is weak and a lonely one. I'm betting he lives alone and that he has a job... Hmmm... But then why is he not a straight guy? Maybe it's his preference, but I don't think he actually is. This world is a world just like novels and manhwas, or a little different.
I guess there's no point in wasting time while waiting for him. Why don't I go out and explore the world..."
PSI stood up, wearing the clothes he found just like a top-secret mission.
He puts on the cape. As he goes near the pillow on the bed, there are cards that look like ATM cards.
PSI took them all into his pocket and took the phone with him. He went out the door.
He sounded way too pathetic, even though the clothes are rough to wear for such a fragile body. He went down the stairs.
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As he walks around the city, he sees a lot of resemblance to Earth. He then saw the news on the screen of a building.
Saying the upcoming Newbies Talent Tournament will begin months from now. And as expected, the Big Six are winning this.
He saw a lot of talented individuals near his age and wondered, "Will I join as well? Probably! But we have no proof until twenty-four hours later."
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Hours of walking passed by until a drunk man said to him, "You over there, come over here."
He walks into a grocery where people like him do exist. PSI noticed that there's going to be something shady going on.
"Such a surprise. Even in a magic or whatever world, people like you who use their power to actually take money from others do exist. Such lowly humans. If he thinks that's that good, why not go and rob a bank or a rich person? It's always the consequence."
He goes up to the man and says, "Were you calling me?"
Another man just came and said, "Let's go in and take a table and discuss this matter. What do you think?"
There's nothing to discuss, much less even talk about.
PSI accepted it, just trying to vibe and learn.
"I accept, but on one condition. It's on you."
The sidekick, the lackey, just responded with, "Wait, I didn't agree with this."
The man slapped his head and said, "It's okay. I will pay. Come, let's have a seat."
PSI sat down at a table. Near the table around the corner, a group of teenagers were enjoying their time. He noticed one of them staring at him. She was absolutely stunning in his eyes—her snow-like skin, her hazel-colored eyes, and her navy hair.
She smiled at him and turned away. But right after a moment, he found her staring at him again.
He ignored her, focusing on the two men at the table. Moments later, when they were ordering, PSI said, "Give me your best teenager drink you serve here. And, oh, please don't worry about the price. It's on him."
The man hid his rage with a smile. He said, "So, ahh... You need to go to this area? I have never seen you before."
PSI smiled and said, right after he drank a sip and leaned backward in the chair, "Yeah, to this grocery, yeah—but not to the place or the city."
The man laughed and said, "Man, you really are something else. I thought you were confused... By the way, have you heard the hot topic here? Last night, it appears that a man had been abducted and sold alive as food for a demon."
PSI said, "Wow, man... For real?"
The man whispered to him, "Don't believe anyone. You see, everyone is a scammer. Be careful. If I were you, I wouldn't even drink it."
PSI finished the drink and said, "Unfortunately, you gotta pay for it, and I gotta walk out fine, 'cause I'm immune to such lowly-ass drinks."
The man stood up and screamed, "People! You haven't seen a thing!"
The people here haven't seen a thing. That means they will never testify, no matter what happens—but that's on one condition: if both sides agree on it.
PSI said, "Whatever, man. I'm outta here," and just like that, he was about to walk out, chilling.
The man just used a weird glowing art of magic on his hand and made a sword.
The man swung it around before charging in. In a moment, everything he attacked started cutting into pieces. He kept on attacking PSI.
PSI started jumping across tables and noticed that he was around a corner. He never understood why... But the man approached him with an intent to kill.
His hand stretched toward PSI, aimed right at his heart.
PSI said, "Fuck."
He slipped down, standing on a slippery drink spilled on the ground. Using the moment to his advantage, he gave the man an uppercut. This body is weak, so it doesn't have much strength, but he was aiming to hit the jaw with his hand bone, not his hand.
He didn't care about his bones, but they got fractured a little.
The sidekick came jumping with a chair in his hand. PSI slid toward him fast and tripped him.
He caught the chair as the lackey fell on the ground and slammed him with the chair right on his head while the lackey was already falling on the ground.
Everyone was stunned.
"How?"
These two were the normal deadliest combo when it comes to shady stuff, but the reason why they lost to PSI wasn't because he was strong. It was because they are all talk and no action. The psychological pain, the feeling of defeat, plus the announcement of "nobody knows what happened," is all they use to kill the opponent and play with them until they find a weakness. The moment they find a weakness, they all attack.
PSI's cap was lying on the ground.
The hot teenage girl came and picked it up.
He walks near her.
She gave him the cap and said,
"Yon? Is that you?"
PSI thought, "Holy shit... How can I be so careless like this? Revealing myself... Holy shit."
"Answer me... Is that you?"