Dying... was disappointing, at best.
There was no pain, nor was there time to regret.
It was just an instant.
One in which everything simply stopped mattering.
One in which everything went out without warning.
And then... there was nothing.
...
When he opened his eyes, the only thing he felt was cold. An indescribable cold.
He blinked slowly.
The ceiling above him was unfamiliar.
Small cracks marked its surface.
It was old.
Dirty.
Unrecognizable.
Then... he tried to move.
But his body did not respond as he expected. he staggered, almost falling onto the cold floor.
His body was somehow lighter...
—What...? — He stopped, with disbelief crossing his face...
Why do I sound younger...?
He turned his head; he found a mirror.
That... was not him.
It was a young man.
No more than 16 years old.
Messy black hair, confused gray eyes...
For a moment he thought it was a dream. A joke his brain was playing on him.
But no.
It felt too real. Too alive.
There was no way that was a dream.
He brought his hand to his neck.
He felt the pulses of his heart, alive and present.
His thoughts turned upside down.
—Am I really... alive again? — His voice, filled with confusion, asked the air.
Nothing. Absolute silence.
What did I expect... yeah I am an idiot, he thought with self-disdain.
He saw a window, dirty and full of grime.
He approached, expecting the worst.
Monsters.
Blood.
Deaths.
But there was nothing strange, he simply saw a normal city.
On a nearby nightstand, he saw an identification.
For a moment it was unfamiliar, until he saw his face on it.
His name, Rensa.
He had studied Japanese before dying, that name meant something...
Continuous reset...
—What a shitty name... — he whispered while frowning.
There was a wallet on the nightstand. He opened it: 49,000 yen.
This will be very useful, but I need to find a part-time job, Rensa thought.
The days passed.
In those days, he tried to understand. He tried to know if this was his world or an unknown one.
However, everything was strangely normal.
That place was not different from the one he was in his previous life.
Huge buildings.
Engines roaring.
But the discomfort never disappeared.
One that something was watching him. Something he could not perceive.
One day, searching in the house, he found some papers.
The papers of his school enrollment.
His heart skipped a beat.
He had been days without going to school.
Searching more in the house, he found a backpack with notebooks and books.
—Shit... my score must be on the ground... — he clenched his fists, complaining.
One day after finding his backpack, he prepared to go to school.
He bathed, changed, brushed his teeth.
And stepped into a new phase of his life.
According to him.
Several normal days followed in the institute.
He met his old friends, studied, formed that reputation of a good student...
But one day.
He heard some boys. Some boys older than him.
—Hey, did you hear about the 'suicide', in the abandoned building?
—Yeah, I heard he threw himself from the building, but on the body there were grip marks.
—Maybe it's a joke and they do it for views.
He heard everything.
His eyes opened a little more than normal.
Until he felt something on his shoulder.
He turned quickly.
But it was one of his friends who saw him very thoughtful.
—Rensa! What are you doing standing there! Let's go to class!
—It's fine... — Rensa murmured, still thoughtful.
Several days later, winter break began.
After finding a part-time job, Rensa headed home.
While walking in the night streets.
He felt an uncomfortable sensation.
Oppressive.
His body tensed, his hairs stood on end.
He turned quickly.
He was anguished.
His body shouted one thing:
Run.
But he did not see anything, the street was normal.
—It's just my head...
When he turned to the front.
Something grabbed his ankle.
The grip was strong, to the point of injuring his ankle.
His eyes opened.
He tried to run.
He could not.
Terror.
His eyes showed that single emotion.
He felt that he was going to die.
He turned.
And this time it appeared.
No...
It did not "appear".
It had always been there.
Only that now... he could see it...
A mass.
Flesh.
Eyes that should not exist.
Mouths... too many.
His mind could not process it.
—... What... is that...?
His pupils dilated.
And then...
"Pathetic."
He heard a voice.
He blinked slowly.
Everything had paused, that monster, about to bite him, was completely static.
He turned.
He saw no one.
"Do not try to see me"
The voice came out.
It was not gentle. It was not cold.
It was simply indifferent.
Like that of an absolute god before a weak mortal.
Until he thought again.
'Wait, a god...'
When everything was about to make sense, the voice broke his speculations.
—Without any possibility of surviving... in a world of curses — the voice sighed, almost with divine pity.
—Ah? Then this wor-
"Shut up," the voice spoke, with an authority that made Rensa tremble.
He shut up.
—You pity me — the being concluded.
Rensa clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
"Today is new year," the being analyzed. —I will guide myself by that.
Something touched Rensa's back, and before he turned, everything returned to normal.
And he saw something extraordinary.
The monster that was about to eat him disappeared.
And just then he saw on his watch.
It was December 31 at 11:59 p.m.
Fireworks exploded in the sky and he saw how everything distorted into small lines.
As if he moved at great speed.
And suddenly...
And then... everything changed.
Reality deformed.
He saw himself.
Moving confused after seeing the curse disappear.
But he saw himself from a great height, as if he were flying.
—What is happening? — He asked confused.
—This will be your first repetition.
The same voice from before spoke behind him.
—I will be direct with you —the voice continued. —You are in a world of curses, like the monster you saw before.
It made a small pause.
—This world is not yours — said the voice.
—What?
Then, he returned to his body.
He looked around.
This time he saw everything.
Those called 'curses' were everywhere.
Some small.
Others big.
I must run! That was the only thought that came to his mind.
He ran.
One, two, three steps—
And he stopped.
Not because he wanted to.
But because… he did not move.
The world did not move.
But his legs did.
Over and over.
During what felt like minutes.
Maybe more.
—What…?
And then—
He took a step.
Just one.
And disappeared.
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First great chapter, ladieeees.
This was a little rushed, maybe ill edit it.
The MC is based on me tho.
I challenge you to guess what the technique he obtained for the first simulation is about, he does not know that he is in a simulation right now.
Read the auxiliary chapter or the synopsis to understand what the story is about.
The story is mine, eh, do not copy it.
Bye bye!!