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Chapter 6: Ch 6 - New Life

After another flashback, a new person in the body of a schoolboy finally figured out the whole life of the boy. Not a very long and eventful, but a quiet life.

<Ding!>

- <Master, John Jr. left you a letter. There is an envelope under the pillow.>

- Interesting.

Sitting on the bed, the guy threw off the plaid, still smelling of Jessica and the pillow.

A simple sheet of paper from a notebook in a5(size of paper) stripes, folded in two. Beautiful handwriting, neatly written words and letters.

- And here is the last will of the one going to death… What did I write to myself before. It's weird to say that out loud.

* John, wake the fuck up, we have worlds to burn, ahahahahaha. You should definitely know this phrase, but I don't know from where it is known to me. I have news for you, most likely you now think that you killed me with your appearance, but it seems to me that this is a mistake. Since I was born, I remember you and the old man from Japan. I had your memories, and now you have mine. I tend to think that we are one person, it's just that our personalities are divided and who knows, maybe someday I'll take this body back, or I'm a product of your imagination. It's not every day you have to die and be reborn. Yes, as I said before, your memory is mine and vice versa. The only thing I regret is my girlfriend, but speaking in communistic way, OUR girlfriend, ahahahah. I tried, and you will reap all the benefits, not honest thing. That's why I secretly left you a parting gift. I congratulate you on your birthday, motherfucker, go with nipple piercings, haahahahahah, have a good life.

PS. With love, you can suck some dick, John Wilson Vic. Don't catch a cold!

🫡🖕.

"Haha, hahahahahah looks like we're the same person after all. Don't worry buddy, I'll take care of our girl for the two of us, especially in bed. And you-I died a virgin, a loser, in the next life you can safely become a monk, hahahah.

Having laughed at himself enough, already determined for sure that John is him, and he is John. The guy was ready to live from scratch.

- Well? The Samurai plan? I made it fucking glorious, reliable as a Swiss watch, only the content let me down, basically just enjoy life and brand fun on the right and on the left.

- <Host, if it wasn't for the gamer's mind, I would have thought that you had a problem with your head.>

- No, it's just that my dream just came true. I'm having fun, just imagine, an ordinary mortal trapped in routine and boredom, no interesting things. And now I have all the opportunities I need. Power, women, money, drugs, fame, strength and adventure. Everyone has their own, but a real rock'n'roller does not waste money on trifles, he takes everything. Trust me, Mara, I'll fucking become one. Well, except drugs, "Destroyer of Worlds" is not just a beautiful metaphor, but the truth of life, not beautiful and not romantic.

- <Master, it seems to me that you are going to do stupid things and suffer bullshit.>

- Absolutely right!

- < You have a second set of memories from Mr. Yamaguchi Tojiro. Would you like to view it?>

- Whatever, sometime later.

Getting out of bed, John walked out of the Barn, took a deep breath.

- This is-Simply-Fucking awesome !

John summed up. Mountains, air, forests are what you need for the soul. Especially if she recently lived the gray boredom of a big cement city.

Running into the house, the guy sat down at the table, preparing to destroy his breakfast. Grandpa and Grandma greeted him with smiles as usual. Isolde was putting pancakes on, and Vlad was baiting old jokes in the style of a skeleton-bar-two beers and a mop.

- Grandson, in the morning I heard you enjoying the morning in pure Russian. Be glad Grandma didn't hear, but I agree with your thoughts out loud, hahahaha.

- Thank you, Grandfather. By the way, I'm already 15, can you share a bottle of beer and a cigarette with me in the evening?

- Pffff, and what does that mean? Of course, you've grown up a little, but you're still a child, and children are not supposed to do that.

- Grandfather, I'm 15 years old, I'm studying at school, parties will start one hundred percent soon, you've watched movies about American schools with me. There are always parties there.

- Let's say.

- Maybe then I'd better try beer and cigarettes with you? And not in some alley or at a party with schoolchildren who are crazy from alcohol and hormones.

- Ask Grandma.

- Bah? (Grandmother-Babushka, so "Bah" is something like Granny in Russian. )

Isolde listened and thought throughout the conversation. On the one hand, she didn't want to admit that her little grandson had almost grown up, and on the other hand, she still wanted to protect him from everything bad, without turning into a boring crone.

- Vlad, share a beer with your grandson. It's better to let him drink with you, and we have a daughter, not a son. You'll be able to fulfill some of your stupid desires that you drove over my ears during pregnancy. And no, you can't go to a strip club.

- All right, dear.

Vladislav humbly agreed.

- In the evening we'll sit on the porch and I'll teach you how a real man drinks. Just know, if I catch you smoking later or see you with a beer, it's better to get ready to be beaten right away. For I will teach you one more thing that a Soviet man should know, namely, how to get some beating .

- Okay, Grandpa, I'm still thinking of signing up for a boxing section or something like that.

- Hmmmm, that's good. If you really want to learn how to punch faces, then let me teach you better. Your grandfather did not just go through the whole war and returned almost intact.

- Come on, just don't show your battle scars again, I'm still struggling with the desire to give you the nickname "Forest Gump".

- Brat, you definitely want to know the harsh grandfather's love.

- I'm not one of those, I have a girlfriend.

After the last remark, Johnny received a flying spoon in the forehead from the evil grandfather. He was lucky that it was time to leave home for school, because the old soldier was already reaching for a belt with a plaque in the form of a hammer and sickle. Jumping out from behind the table, the guy kissed his grandmother on the cheek, showed his grandfather a fig (figa-it is something like middle finger but not so harsh,it's a friendly "Fuck you", that is not insulting ) and rolled away from the belt and ran to the road, where an old school bus was already waiting for him.

Jumping on the bus, John waved goodbye to Vladislav, who followed him with a smile in his eyes at the porch.

- "It's so good, I'm young again, a loving family, grandfather and grandmother are still alive and well. Not everyone is so lucky. Although I don't remember how it was in my previous life, but there is a feeling that mine have already presented themselves away by the time of rebirth."

The stop at the farm was the beginning of the bus route, for half an hour of the trip, the yellow mastodon of the American automobile industry was gradually clogged with people. Sleepy and angry schoolchildren were seated in the salon, going to interest groups. Classic American football players with their stupid, identical, multicolored jackets. Nerds, fancy fifi( Fifas are girls who think the their look is the most important thigh and are proud of that) and small groups of informals. John sat among them all, but as if apart. The players studiously ignored him, pretending that they were too cool for him. The Fifas whispered softly among themselves, occasionally casting fleeting glances at him. The nerds greeted each other and Johnny respectfully, because of their intelligence, knowing perfectly well that they were living peacefully thanks to John, who regularly morally and sometimes physically humiliated school bullies. The informals hung out in a separate bunch, looking at everyone except John as they are shit.

- "And so, the social hierarchy is standard, as if by all the rules of school movies and TV shows. Football players with fifas from the support group, nerds were tried to pinch, informals are all in themselves. I have carte blanche to have a good time with the girls from school, plus Jessica's assignment, who left yesterday. Let's go from the opposite, hang out with the muscles heads is not an option , I'm smart, but I like to do funny things too much for a group of crammings, the support battalion is cute, but that's all of it, the infors are the most interesting, the guys are too infantile, and the girls are the lovers of suffering because of not so important thing. There are of course exceptions, but there are few of them and, as is known, only confirm the rule. What to do? Fuck it,I'll figure it out later. "

- Mara have anything on quests?

- < Yes, look for yourself, as many as 3.>

#

Tasks. - 3

-Harsh love-

Learn to hold a punch. To be trained by Vladislav, in fist, knife and pistol combat.

Difficulty: A drunken fight on forks in a communal apartment. (Don't know if there is a thing like communal apartment in Europe or America. It's a flat with 3 and more rooms, but in every room lives a different family or person, used to live in such flat in my childhood it's not that bad.)

Reward: Old man's respect, Family secret, 3 passive skills.

-Panther in the forest-

There is a panther hiding in the school, you as a hunter must hunt and win without becoming a victim.

Difficulty: One-day survival in a children's camp.

Reward: Honor and respect, title, 1 active and 3 passive skills.

-Give a place for a fight -

There is nothing better than a good fight in a bar on an autumn evening or a school swing in the yard in the early morning. The only available method of earning experience points and store points . The deadline is 100 days. Defeated opponents 0/100, and more.

Difficulty: Disassembly in the Shaolin Monastery.

Reward: 10-100 experience points (exp), 10-100 shp (shp- shop points), for each defeated opponent. Opening the "Crack" function.

#

- Of course, open the starter pack.

- < Congratulations on receiving: 10 stat points (sp), 1000 shp, 3 lottery tickets. >

- Not much, but thanks for that. Characteristics can be raised by training?

- <Yes>

- Then I won't touch them yet, we'll leave them until better times. The lottery in the evening after gatherings with my grandfather. Open a store.

#

Multiverse store.

Weapon/Armor

Skills

Auxiliary subjects

Trinkets

Bloodlines

(Available only from Marvel world)

#

- Hmm, bloodlines sounds interesting. And why is there a 50% discount on the Asgardian Royal, although 500,000 is still expensive.

- < Carefully inspect the status window.>

# Kind: Human(+)

=(A negligible percentage of the royal blood of Asgard, your Great-Great-Great and so on grandmother, visited by Odin himself.)=

- It turns out uncle's stories turned out to be true. Funny, funny, I can make some jokes of Thor later. Hahahahah.

At this time, somewhere in the halls of the royal palace, on a space island. The gray-bearded elder sneezed, and his son, standing next to him, felt a chill run down his back.

- It seems that my mistakes of youth will soon make themselves felt…

- What are you talking about, Father?

- I remembered my younger years. It looks like the son will be responsible for his father's mistakes.

- Don't worry Father, I am the Great Thor, I will cope with all threats to Asgard.

- I'm not worried about threats, although who knows.

The old man plunged into thoughts, ceasing to pay attention to Thor's empty bravado.

Back to John and the bus.

- "Well, seems like I need to get to know everyone again. I'll probably hang out with the infors, they have only 4 guys for a dozen beauties there."

- "Mara, I report the bumblebee is flying to the flower garden, the end of the connection."

- <Dumb ass. >

-"Hahahah, wish me luck."


next chapter

Chapter 7: Ch 7 - School, Meetings, Game?

Why would a reborn soul spend time with students ? On the one hand, John is only 15, and on the other 25, which in total gives a number exceeding 40. Is he as wise as forty-year-old uncles? Definitely not. Naive as schoolmates in misfortune? Partly .

John, thanks to his character traits, is most likely forever stuck somewhere in between. The love of jokes, pranks and adventures did not help to determine the age of a person living his second life. The hard question to think about. If you dig deeper, it turns out that the gamer's body is a cheat not only because of damage resistance and broken body physics, but also because at a certain age it simply stops aging. Is he immortal now? Partly. Is it possible to kill him? Yes, it's really easy now. How long can John live? Tens, hundreds, thousands of years? Only time will tell. But that's not the main question. If Jonathan's soul is over 40 or even well over 100, will he be a pedobear when dating a schoolgirl? I think everyone will decide for themselves, John does not care at all. He has hundreds of years of life in his pocket and then 80-year-old grannies will also be too young for him? I think there is a certain line that has developed historically or simply from the common sense of people.

Now John was sitting carelessly in the bus, casually assessing all the girls who were caught in his eye.

- "Anyway, Jessica is the most beautiful, I will miss her. Yeah, a whole year without her, maybe I should go to visit my parents for Christmas? Let's see, now we need to arrange a fight, make friends with informals and seduce the teacher, I'm all in business no free time."

The bus pulled up to the school, despite the fact that it was a school in a relatively rural area, the building was impressive. The O'Dwyer farm was almost in the middle of nowhere, but near a fairly large town in comparison with the nearby ones. Something like a district center, the main city within a radius of 50 kilometers. Therefore, children from all over the neighborhood towns came to this school.

- "As far as I remember, there are many secluded corners where you can hide from the eyes of the crowd. Oh, here are my future friends quietly making their way to one of these places behind the school building."

Following a group of teenagers to a shady space in the backyard, between the school and the gym. John attracted the attention of the guys and girls who had just settled comfortably. The rock music playing from their phones created a classic scene of a "Tough Guy" walking in their direction. Given John's new look, namely the color palette of skinny black jeans, a black biker jacket, a white T-shirt and fashionable black and white Converse sneakers, long straw-colored hair with shaved temples and piercings, John could well pass for the informal kid.

Approaching the teenagers, John pulled a friendly smile on his face and sat down at one of the empty seats at a table made of wood and iron.

- Hi everyone, I think we didn't really hanging out at school before. My name is Jonathan Vick, but you can just John, Joe, Johnny or V. I hope we make friends with you, and if not, suck ass posers, ahahahah.

Silence reigned for a while, a little shock and misunderstanding were written on the faces of teenagers. After thinking over the guy's words again, they realized that John had already communicated in their language and would be able to fit comfortably into their small club of interests. After a little laugh from one of the Gothic girls, the whole party laughed. The first to speak was a guy hung with chains and jewelry with black nail polish and eyeliner.

- Hi John, I didn't think you'd be interested with us, you usually kept to yourself from everyone.

- Yeah, me too. It's just that recently, thanks to a pretty bitch, I slightly revised my views when choosing a social circle.

- Well, the whole school has already noticed this, cool outfit, by the way. And my name is Julian Side.

- Nice to meet you and thank you, it was chosen for me, but I still like it.

- Who chose?

- Jessica.

After mentioning Jessie, one of the girls asked a question.

- Are you dating?

- Sort of.

-Where is she, by the way?

- She went to New York with her foster parents.

- I see.

The joy of this news was almost written on the face of the talking girl. Apparently Johnny was liked not only the teacher and a few silly girls from the support group. The girl herself was slightly below average height for her age, a neat and petite body had all the right shapes and bulges for a young woman. Tight leather pants, black shoes, a loose gray T-shirt from under which sports underwear peeked out, an unbuttoned shirt in a red and black check, some silver jewelry, cross earrings and a head with neatly arranged red hair of medium length, but with dark green nail polish.

- "I haven't noticed this cutie before, maybe it will be possible to spend time with her before moving to the big Apple. "

(I don't know if it's common to name New York the Big apple, but in old movies it was common thing. So tell me if I'm wrong.)

John held out his hand to her, which was convenient, because she was sitting at the opposite side of the table, they were separated only by a meter-long piece of lacquered wood. The girl returned the handshake with an almost imperceptible blush on her cheeks.

- I don't think we've met, what's your name? I'm John, but you already heard that a few minutes ago.

- Pamela Queen, it's very nice to meet you officially. Although we go to the same literature and drawing class, we haven't talked before.

- I'm sorry if I offended you, you know, until recently I didn't pay much attention to classmates and surrounding people in general, hahahah.

- I can understand, it's okay.

- Thanks.

Their handshake a bit too long, breaking contact Pamela didn't know what else to say, but John, being no longer an old himself, but a new one, quickly found a topic for conversation. Favorite movies, rock bands, food, games and so on.

Five minutes before the start of classes, John got up from the table, said goodbye to everyone, winked at Pamela and left the backyard under the pretext of classes starting soon.

Walking through the corridors of the building, the guy remembered where his locker was and what lesson he had first on schedule. Finding his locker in a dense row of metal doors, John opened the combination lock. Immediately after opening, magazines of ambiguous content with naked women fell out of the locker onto the floor. And there was a note on the inside of the door.

= Another surprise from your good old Johnny, if you haven't noticed yet, then you've just been fucked hard. Have a nice day Mr. porn magazine lover ahahahha. =

The children, who were at the neighboring lockers and passing by along the corridor, stared at a small mountain of waste paper with frozen faces. Some girls blushed and turned away, others showed their disgust, some guys smiled while others imperceptibly gave a thumbs up, and one of them patted the frozen John on the shoulder, saying something like - "I respect your courage, you're a real man."And disappeared into the crowd.

- Fuck!

John swore in a calm, confident and dispassionate voice. Starting to carefully collect the scattered magazines, he did not notice how a modestly dressed woman with glasses was walking along the corridor. The students hurried to their classes, leaving the guy alone. One of the magazines flew farther than the others, and it was the one which woman picked up, coming closer and closer to Jonathan, who was busy cleaning.

- That's a stupid asshole, fucked me up. Well, never mind, I'll play on your girlfriend so much that even your fucking ghost will feel it. Although it's a great joke, I'll have to find out where Julian's locker is. Hahahah

Muttering curses to himself about his past self, the guy did not notice the lady standing next to him, who perfectly heard him and saw every cover in his hands.

- And who do you hate so much, Mr. Vic, that you are ready, as you put it, to "Play" on this man's girlfriend. Maybe I should inform the director and maybe the police about everything I heard and saw?

Cold sweat was pouring down John's back in drops, if it happens as the voice said, it will be difficult for him to explain everything. Turning towards the speaker, still tightly clutching picture books for children from 18 to 100+, the guy saw the same woman with the same elastic ass that his girlfriend was talking about.

-Oh, Miss Smith, what are you doing here?And it probably seemed to you that I was definitely silent for the last few minutes, and magazines are just material for drawings, I have recently become interested in painting and portraits. You probably know that the most difficult thing in drawing a person is a properly constructed anatomy of the body.

- Are you saying that you keep a mountain of porn in your locker as references to the human body?

-That's right.

Miss Smith picked up the magazine she was holding, looked at it, and then turned the cover to John.

- And this copy of "Big-boobed Asian girls tied up in the basement" is also just a reference, if I understood everything correctly?

... "What an asshole you are, old John," the guy cursed again.

- Yes, it is. I can get the reference material back, otherwise I'll be late for class.

Jonathan tried to carefully pick up the magazine. Miss Smith held it in a death grip, not giving the guy the opportunity to quickly hush up everything and escape. After a minute of intense tug-of-war for porn, Lavender Smith let go of the glossy magazine.

- Be careful with your references next time, Mr. Vic. This time I will close my eyes to what happened, but know that you owe me. Do not forget to pick up this literature from school, next time you may not be so lucky with witnesses and you will go straight to the principal's office.

- Thank you, Miss Smith, I assure you, this will not happen again.

-I hope so, Mr. Vic.

Putting the thick stack of magazines back in the locker, John slammed the door and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

- Goodbye Miss Smith, I'll see you in your lesson.

- See you later, Mr. Vic.

John was almost running away from the teacher, afraid to stay even a second longer than necessary, and felt that the crisis had passed only after entering the chemistry class. If he had turned around in the direction of Lavender Smith, who was looking at the back of the fleeing guy, he would have seen the eyes burning with desire and a predatory smile on the face of a modest teacher who accompanied John's back to the end of the corridor.

- So the game begins !

The English teacher muttered.


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