He woke up and found himself in a room.
'Huh?'
He looked around and tilted his head in confusion.
'Where am I?'
He scratched his head.
'My name… it was Michael Nielson. I was a handsome German guy with good physique. I was an orphan. Besides being a closet weeb, I was pursuing management. And… that's it. I don't recall anything else. Pretty cliché.'
He stood up. He saw he was a teenager. His body was normal.
"What? Is this some Isekai?" He mumbled.
He went near the window and saw his face's reflection.
'It isn't me.'
He saw the face of a Japanese teenager in the reflection.
'So fucking lame.'
He turned around and found that his vision was a bit blurry.
'Uhh. Such a poor eyesight. The face is lame, and the body is weak. This apartment is pretty dirty and small too. I didn't even meet some self proclaimed God. This is unfair. I want compensation.'
He clicked his tongue and sat on the floor.
'I need to familiarise myself with this body, place, and world.'
It was night time. He never liked daytime. He wanted to go out, but he didn't know if this was safe.
He decided to stay in the apartment and understand the situation.
An hour had passed, and he had found out some things. He had taken over the body of a nerd called Tsukuda Yuudai.
He lived in Tokyo, and was a student of Kamii University. He had a weak immune system and had bad grades.
Michael got to know about it after he saw Yuudai's Identity card, medical report, and a black diary.
The black diary was written by Yuudai, the former host of the body. That guy was fed up with his life because of less money to live on, sickness, bullies, poor academic performance, and societal pressure.
So at the end, the loser decided to end it all. He used rat poison to kill himself.
'Guess I am Yuudai now. I still haven't got any burst of information in my head. Weird Isekai. Why can't I get this the normal way?'
Yuudai wore the lame glasses he found near the diary and walked towards the door. He suddenly lost his balance and fell down on his butt.
"Ow!" He tried to get up. He saw a little bottle. He picked it up and found out it was the rat poison the former host used.
His eyes strayed to the details of the bottle.
"Ah, what an idiot. This guy used expired poison." He whispered to himself.
"Good thing I know Japanese(language). Being a weeb paid off, huh. First thing's first. I have to redesign this body. Ugh. So much work." He shook his head and headed out to exercise.