Chapitre 1: In the Trenches As A Nerd
In the heart of Los Angeles' unforgiving ghetto, I, Alex, was the perpetual misfit... I was a nerd. My parents, hardworking but struggling, had left me with determination and resilience, the tools I'd need to survive in a neighborhood where dreams were scarce and violence was routine.
My dad, a plumber, was my first teacher. He allowed me to watch him work, explaining the mysteries of pipes and fixtures with a twinkle in his eye. My mom, a bus driver, filled my ears with tales of the crazy passengers she met on her daily routes. Despite the neighborhood's harshness and the relentless bullying, I held on to the dream of a better future, clawing my way into UCLA.
But life took a cruel twist. My parents were caught in a gang shootout on our very own street, and my dad was taken from me, leaving me with little but memories and the knowledge he'd imparted.
The meager inheritance my parents left behind quickly dwindled, drained by debts and funeral expenses. The rest was supposed to support my education, but the cost of living in Los Angeles was a relentless beast, and it devoured my funds with unyielding voracity.
Desperation pushed me to seek employment with my dad's old boss, a gruff but fair plumber who had known me since I was a child. He agreed, knowing my dad had taught me a thing or two. It paid the bills, but just barely, and the ghetto was still my home.
My escape from the harsh reality outside came in the form of video games and anime. It was in those digital worlds that I found solace, free from the ridicule and violence that haunted the streets.
On a day like any other, I was engrossed in a game when the world outside erupted into chaos. Gunfire shattered the air, and I felt my heart race as rival gangs unleashed their fury upon each other. Desperate to avoid the deadly crossfire, I scrambled for cover.
As I crouched behind a battered car, a searing pain erupted in my chest, like a white-hot poker piercing my flesh. I fell to the ground, the world around me fading to black.
I woke in a sterile, fluorescent-lit hospital room, the pain in my chest now replaced by a dull ache. I blinked, disoriented, as my surroundings came into focus. The room was devoid of color, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the ghetto streets.
The memory of the shootout flooded back, and I instinctively touched my chest, expecting to find a gunshot wound. Instead, there was only a bandage, securely taped over the spot where the bullet had struck me.
A nurse bustled into the room, her voice gentle as she explained what had happened and how lucky I was to have survived. But her words were overshadowed by the mounting dread of the hospital bills that would soon come crashing down upon me like a tsunami.
As the nurse left the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, my gaze fixed on the window that overlooked the gritty streets below. The anger welled up inside me, a seething resentment toward a society that seemed determined to crush people like me. I was broke, uneducated in the ways of the world, and utterly powerless to change anything.
With a growing sense of frustration and helplessness, I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to rant, my words echoing in the sterile room.
"This godforsaken, moral less, and unethical world," I seethed, "where an honest man fights an uphill battle while the corrupt thrive. It's a system rigged against people like me, where survival is a daily struggle and the dream of a better life feels like a cruel joke."
I paused, my frustration bubbling over. "I can't do anything! I'm just a broke, uneducated nerd, watching as the world crumbles around me. I wish... I wish I had the power to change it all, to make a difference."
And then, as if in response to my silent rage, a voice echoed in my mind: "System has been granted."
My heart skipped a beat. Was this some delusion, a symptom of my trauma? Or was it something else entirely, a lifeline in the darkest moment of my life? Uncertainty gnawed at me, but one thing was clear—my life was about to take a turn into the unknown.
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Lee_Bo
Lee_Bo Hello, this is my first time writing an orginal story. I have written a fanfiction where I learned a lot about writing. This story will hopefully be better quality. You can check that out on my account, it is called Multiversal Escapism System and while in the beginning it is rough I never gave up on it and its shaping up.
This story will be very long and explore dark themes, the MC will be ruthless at times but not heartless. Harem haven't decided.
Names, Games, and Anime will be based on real content but won't be the same name because it is not a fanfiction.
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