Chapitre 2: I AM A PIECE OF SH*T

First things first, I had to check the basic necessities and make quick contact with the chest area, only to make contact with two well-defined pacs, confirming that I had retained my previous gender.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being a girl; it's just that I couldn't be caught taking backshots with my consciousness intact.

"Thank God!" I sigh and am taken aback by my own voice. It was way deeper and more musculin than my voice back on earth, and it also had an authoritative resonant key with a slightly gruff tone—nothing like my old voice, which sounded like your typical Indian scammer at a call center.

I placed my foot on the matted floor, placing both arms on the bedframe. I was quite surprised at the scene before me. I glance down at my legs and arms as I sit, noticing their muscular definition—strong but not overly bulky. The veins trace faint lines across the surface, evidence of years spent training and staying fit. Each movement reveals the compact power beneath my skin, a testament to dedication and disciplined workouts

But what caught my attention the most was the built-in tent that was set up in my genital area. It seems to fit at least three family members of small animals.

As looks can be deceiving, I checked to see if the underwear was just exaggerating the size and destructing the tent to reveal its true nature, and there it was: my manhood, larger than I had ever imagined. It seemed to fill the room, a testament to my newfound maturity. Its size both thrilled and intimidated me—a symbol of my burgeoning masculinity that I couldn't ignore.

I have only seen such sizes and widths on certain websites, and I thought it only came in black, but this one was white; it's still in the state of morning glory, which likely seems to be its peak form. Just by the look of it, it seems to be at least 6 inches, bulging with vigor. I can't imagine any female taking this on without previous experience.

After the brief check-up, I stood up and walked up to the triptych of mirrors, which was a combination of three human-sized mirrors attached together to give a 240° view of oneself.

As I stood before the towering mirror, a wave of disbelief washed over me. My reflection stared back with piercing blue eyes set against a backdrop of tousled blonde hair. My physique, towering at 6'3", was adorned with sculpted and defined muscles. The face that greeted me was chiseled, framed by a jawline that spoke of rugged strength. Yet, it was the undeniable presence of a larger-than-life attribute that drew my gaze downward, a physical trait that seemed almost unreal in its proportions. As I processed this new reality, I couldn't help but wonder how this body, this image, now defined who I was to become in this strange, transmigrated world.

After imprinting my elated physique into my memory, I took some clothes that were beside the bed and put them on. It was a short-sleeved white tee with a pair of gray shorts.

Now I have some more information. That is, although I thought that I would be reincarnated as a Japanese, considering the Japanese title, it seems I have transmigrated into the body of a man from the northern half of Europe.

And after recollecting my memory right before entering the portal, I can vaguely remember that the text of the portal next to where I entered was called 'Once upon a time' and, if I am not mistaken, that was another R18 game I used to play.

While pondering within my mind, I walk towards the door to face any new surprises that await me, but as I grab the doorknob, a screen with a transparent background floated before me.

[ANTAGONIST SYSTEM]

NAME: ERIC DAWSON

AGE: 17

STRENGTH:57

INTELLIGENCE:46

LUCK:17

CHARM:67

[DO YOU WANT TO SYNCHRONISE STORED DATA WITH CURRENT MEMORIES? Y/N]

Taking a few steps back due to the sudden appearance of the screen, I regained my composure and checked out the data given on the screen.

'Eric Dawson',I think I have heard of that name before but can't recall where I did, and look at these stats. I think 40 and above can be considered high considering my appearance and my stats. And my charm is exceptionally high too, but I seem to possess a very great misfortune coming up with this luck.

But most importantly, for the synchronization option, do I press yes in the air or do I just have to think of it?

Raising his hand, pointing forward, and pressing at absolutely fucking nothing, "ehem," a quick glance around the room confirmed there were no spectators.

"I knew it wouldn't work," I mumbled to myself, a little embarrassed at the attempt. Then I tried confirming it in my mind. 'YES' I thought to myself as if talking to somebody, and the next moment the screen changed.

[LOADING STORED DATA TO THE HOST'S MEMORY 0%]

"Oh, it actually works." Before I could finish my sentence, I fell to the ground. Just like a resource that has lost its value and been thrown away, I hit the ground without resistance.

In my head, numerous frames of pictures were sliding through simultaneously, each frame representing a certain memory. After a while, the process came to an end, but I was still lying unconscious on the ground, still taking time to sort out the memories.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Brother, wake up; it's time for breakfast," a young voice called out from the other side of the door. After knocking a few times, it finally brought Eric out of his slumber.

"I'll be right down; stop knocking." Eric cried out. He was rubbing his temples, not from the fall damage but from the sudden surge of memories.

'I now know who I am', Eric thought, sitting up from his previous position. 'I AM A PIECE OF SH*T', he announced.

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