Bab 1: Chapter 1
In a room that's dark and without the brightness of light a man lies on the ground with his body sprawled. His chest rises up and down, breathing his last breaths.
Near his body you can see a syringe with some yellow liquid dripping onto the wooden floor. Sometimes death is so unexpected although life in the beginning is filled with hope.
Soon as the man slowly breathes into this quiet room the sounds of
a police siren sounds out in the street. Yet the man can no longer hear the sounds of this dream world.
As he slowly drifts into the warm softness of his last dream. But his heart is still tinge with a slight regret. A regret that lives in many dying members during their last moments.
But what's special about these moments is the hope in the impossible, "God if you're out there, I only ask for a chance to live again," there's an audible pause in his thoughts, "In this life I had caused too much pain and lost their hope. If there's a next life let me serve out my dream."
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There was only darkness as he closed his eyes to the kiss of death. Suddenly, the sound of an alarm clock ringing very loudly sounds in this dark dimension, 'What is this sound?'
As he opens his eyes the brightness of the day slightly blinds him. The sight looks very blurry as the spectrum of colors gleams into his perspective.
Sitting up in his bed as he slowly tries to adjust to the room and everything around him which seems so awfully familiar, 'Just where am I, why does this all seem so familiar.'
Then a mechanical voice sounds in his head, 'Responding to master, this is your college room.'
'Wait a minute, who is this?'
'This is the Spirit System which is bound to your soul,' the mechanical sound voices again in his head. 'Right now you're back to the past when you are 18 and today is January 1st 2000.'
As his eyes finally finish adjusting to the room he starts noticing the empty beer bottles that are sitting on the counter. And it is all becoming clearer that he has returned to the past.
Yesterday he went with his buddies to celebrate the new year and got pretty drunk last night, which explains the headache he's feeling right now.
Before becoming happy at this new chance to change the past and get a new start a thought occurs to him, 'I'm so over. I remember I still have my physics and history test coming up in three weeks. Seriously don't remember anything.'
'Congratulations to master for a new beginning. As a gift System awards master 20 spiritual points!'
A transparent screen with only a few letters appear in front of him:
Soul Power: 5+(20)
Slowly reaching his fingers to this strange plus sign next to the number 5. Curiosity overwhelms him as to what is this strange soul power panel. As he clicks the plus button one time he suddenly feels something surging into his mind.
Now his thought process is a little more clearer and less sluggy despite the hard hangover from getting drunk yesterday. Curious as to what this feeling is, 'System what's happening, what's Soul Power?'
The mechanical voice then sounds again, 'Responding to master, Soul Power is the natural strength of your soul. Normally people usually have Soul Power from 1-10.
However there have been a few exceptional people in history in your world who have had higher numbers. And Soul Power mainly constitutes your thinking process, but also slightly improves your bodily strength and longevity.'
Slowly nodding his head in understanding, 'Okay so that means by improving my Soul Power I can essentially be even smarter than Einstein and Newton combined.'
Then he clicked on the plus button until the awarded points are exhausted and the plus button disappears:
Soul Power: 25
Closing his eyes he can feel the clearness of his mental processing and many problems he has had in the past suddenly becomes cleared up.
There are also many old memories that he had forgotten that are cleared up. But the biggest difference is that anything he has heard or read is remembered, like eidetic memory not photographic.
System speaking in his mind, 'To be sure that Master will be ready, System will point out that Master will be transported within a month for his mission.'
Universe: Lookism
Mission 1: Reborn as Duke Python and become an even more famous rapper than Eminem.
Lookism is a webtoon by Taejoon Park about this obese high schoolers who gets bully for his physical looks. But one day a miracle happened where from an unattractive loner guy he woke up in a body that's handsome and perfect in society's standard.
But even though he happens to be able to get the ability to separate his conciousness in this other body during sleep in the obese body he has to learn to see past his prejudices. And one of his friends at the new school was an aspiring high school rapper named Duke Python.
Whom despite being obese and bullied by people around him he never failed to stanndup for his values and what he believed in. Although initially there were many prejudices against him that hold him from opening the world to his talent as a rapper. Eventually he strives towards becoming a great rapper like his idol Eminem.
Slowly sitting on the bed he thought about what methods he can use to achieve this goal. But the hardest part is the minimal time, 'According to my memory the Lookism world doesn't have the songs of Eminem in this world and other famous rappers. So I'll need to memorize as many songs as possible within this month.'
As he was pondering the plan and the obstacles that might be a challenge a phone call sounds:
A man with a friendly tone speaks through the phone, "Hey Tony, I bet ya' love the party last night. Got over your hangover yet?"
Responding to his friend, "Yeah feeling much better now. What's up?"
Laughing the other guy now speaks to the main purpose, "Ya know the thing that's popular now...Well I got it for ya at the party tonight downtown. How about $50, won't charge ya much for now."
This was the beginning of what then began the evil road that led to his addiction in his past. This time I'm going to be different, "No thanks man, keep it for somebody else." Then Tony clicked off the call, and took a deep fresh breath for a new beginning.
On the other side of the phone is a young man with ruffled dyed hair and baggy pants and clothing. The house is pretty empty except a red sofa with a drunk prostitute that high on some drug. Talking to himself, "What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Thought we were cool."