The life of a pessimistic seventeen-year-old took a 180-degree turn after a tragedy occurred and led to him being mysteriously transferred to a new world. Miles Reyes, who has lived an ambitionless and solemn life, now walks a dangerous path filled with troubles ever since his transmigration. And while he wanders on unknown lands, he meets a particular idiot who became his salvation. As the two develop feelings for each other and experience many "first," what unfolds is a journey that dives into the machinations of human emotion, and touches on the timeless struggle of every soul, which is the key to finding happiness. Covert art by: https://instagram.com/emman_toy?utm_medium=copy_link (Author's Status) I'll mass release tomorrow! About 20 thousand plus words!
View More"Mama... Papa... don't die!"
"I'm sorry... this is the life you were born to... promise me, find your happiness."
"Oi! Old man... D-Don't talk like that... t-this isn't funny!
"Don't start crying now, dumbass... save you tears... until they're tears of joy." He smiled... and died.
He dare apologize for giving me the best life he is capable of?! Why did you have to die? If I hadn't waited for that bitch, this wouldn't have happened!
As a gallon of tears flow from my eyes, I hear a faint, feminine voice whisper...
"Miles..."
"Mama? Not you too..."
If I can't save father, at least let me rescue you! But how?! If I check her pulse...
I seized mother's hands, but when I pressed down my fingers, I felt a weak beat slowly decelerating... Hahaha... It's too... late.
"It's okay..." she muttered... and smiled.
Why are you smiling?! Can't you see what's happening?! That's not helping at all!
Don't die yet! Don't leave me behind!
|Nine hours before the incident|
"Life is boring, and it's too short..."
The atmosphere in the plaza is perfect for dozing off. The gentle breeze sings a lullaby that puts you to sleep. The scenery looks as if it came out of a Da Vinci painting. The Sun and I seem to be getting along since it's neither too bright nor too dark. And that lulling whisper of humans chirping...
"What a perfectly peaceful and solemn life..."
"When are you going to get your ass out that seat!" Shouted a voice... it's mother...
Damn it, mother! Can't you read the room? It was supposed to be an impeccable novel introduction!
"Honey... Go easy on him."
Another voice joined the conversation... it's my old man.
"You trying to argue with me?!"
"I-I'll wash the dishes tonight!"
"Then let's head home."
How useful of you, old man! They blew away that salving atmosphere, and now I can't doze off! Well, nobody sleeps in public anyway.
Why can't everyone live in a separate individual world? So in my world, I'll be able to sleep like a languid toddler.
That sounds like an idea straight from the book of stupidity, but if you could pick who goes with you, that'll be convenient. Evaluating the world now, that's not an outrageous concept. In fact, it has been our lifestyle for quite a time.
Everyone has their own little world, and people enter and exit that world like a grocery store. Throughout our lives, we've been handpicking people that will live in our atmosphere. And anything outside of it is a threat. It's like an expansionist intelligent alien race trying to obliterate your planet because why the hell not.
Alright, that should be enough inner crisis to queerly entertain myself. Let's continue my solemn life.
I stood up from my seat and said, "I have work to do... I'll head somewhere."
"That's the fifth time this week... you should enjoy your youth more often!"
"Listen to your mother! You're taking life way too seriously."
"I'm relishing work, so I guess that's enjoying my youth?"
"Nothing I say is getting through that thick skull of yours... Don't be too late for school!"
And mother said. I shall depart from this sacred plaza to finish my article!
I waved and looked back at my parents since they're the only ones... Forget it.
|...|
As I started walking, I realized that I nearly overlooked the utmost place to be listless! The café!
It's dead-quiet with not a single soul you can hear. The only pinch of sound you can catch is that becalming piano that transcends you to heaven, and it keeps the Da Vinci scenery earlier! This is my writer's haven! It's like I can write the most prominent piece of literature in this place!
|...|
I've arrived at my haven! Now all I have to do is order the usual and sit on my throne!
I ordered my usual cup of coffee and bowl of rice. It's a strange mix, but I love it, so fuck off! All that's left to do is-
My throne has been seized?! This early in the morning? It's 7:20 AM! Well, it can't be helped, but something may go wrong today... but now? Of all times! The timing can't get much worse. Screw it! I'll just finish my article.
Oh... I haven't introduced myself yet. Wasn't this supposed to be a second-person novel? Ah... shit! So uhh...
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a clock? Particularly the hands.
A stationary object with a singular purpose of telling time. For every tick, the hands reach a new place, yet it does not have a destination. The hands move aimlessly in order, but they will always return to the same place no matter what it does.
You can compare this object to my life, the only difference is it has a reason to exist, and I don't. A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have.
I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity.
My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.
It's a vital attribute if you're living in Abu Dhabi! This place is a paradise in hell where you can find all the shades of brown, but it's still miserable. I'm the type of guy who'd close the elevator door at your face or hold it for three minutes if I feel like it. I'm 6'1, my blood type is B, I have a badass burn mark on my face, and I like rice. Now you know enough to loathe me. Let us begin the journey!
|...|
February 14, 2021. Valentine's day. The amount of resent I have this day is equal to how much you will detest me. This is just like any other day with an extra touch of jealousy, and sometimes I wish all the surrounding couples become as miserable as I am.
I don't particularly like romance; I find it useless, but I've always been curious, why do people go as far as throwing away your life for the sake of someone else that may not feel the same? I've never been able to fathom an answer.
Maybe I'll find it today? The conditions are perfect since Valentine's is on a Sunday. That means we have classes...
As I packed my bag, my empathy for school becomes apparent. My movements were that of a sloth... But! I realized something!
I have perfected two abilities for days like this! First! The ability to conceal my presence and become invisible! Second! The ability to read people like telepathy! With both skills, I can avoid social interactions and stay one step ahead!
|...|
Half the day passed, and with these skills, I avoided any social interactions. The first ability may sound horrible at first but is quite serviceable if the conditions are right.
I don't have that many people to interact with from the start. The only interaction I ever do is trying to survive, jumping from group to group to satisfy my needs. Finding a place that would benefit me the most, and once it is no longer beneficial, I move on to the next... just like a parasite looking for its host.
I try not to keep favors and promises. When I get close to a group of people, once I've obtained what I wanted, I'd help them with something equally valuable and move on as if nothing happened.
It's a terrible way to live, all I'm trying to do is exist, and I don't want to live like this.
|...|
I made it past the day with minimal social interaction. Everything is going smoothly until a miracle happened! The chances of this happening again is so low, I have a better chance of beating Luffy for the title pirate king.
As an anti-social pessimist, I have no social experience with females. They're like a different species for me. The only interaction I ever have with this species is me manipulating them or any insignificant actions.
While having snacks with the current group of people I'm with, the unidentified species approached me like a little girl in love with a fake smile only I could tell.
I thought she was associated with one of these idiots I'm with but suddenly...
"Meet me outside... Kyle."
Everyone at this table is puzzled since nobody in this group is named Kyle. She instantly corrected it to Styles. At that point, I knew she was referring to me.
The way she hides both her hand behind her back, and the tone of her voice is telling me it may be something special, but she's uncomfortable, and she doesn't even know my name. It wasn't anything romantic.
That smile screams uncomfortable. I didn't reply, just nodded my head.
Uhh... No reply?! What the hell is this supposed to mean? I feel like they know something I don't, and it's not good news. "Master... I'd like t-to update you about something." Nori barely muttered. "G-Go ahead..." While scratching her head with a poker face, Nori exclaimed, "Uhh... Master, you may die." "Eh?" |...| The fate of Midway lies in my hands. I can feel the unbearable weight of the task ahead of me, crushing my sanity like crumpling paper. And I don't know if some seventeen-year-old pessimistic sadboi can bear the burden. What's worst is, despite such arduous ordeal coming at my face full speed, the people I relied on are acting like children... at the MOST CRUCIAL moment of the crisis! "C-Come on, Master! What are we waiting for? Let us do the switch." Nori exclaimed as she awkwardly giggled. Even without trying, I can tell that smile is fake! It's no use trying to talk it out of her! Perhaps
"Wake up, you useless piece of shit! You're this close!" I cried out with all my might as I spat out blood. "Don't die! Don't die! Don't die!" I repeatedly yelled. Each scream gets silent as time passed by... while I slowly succumb to the void devouring my existence. The blank night sky and the crimson moon started fading away... as if a black hole was absorbing it. The harbor began disappearing too... Well, at least its remains. What used to be an iconic piece of infrastructure is now reduced to dust and pebble. And along with the dirt and shrapnel, a pile of corpses blankets the ground like snow. For every second, the void threatens to fully envelop the hell I've been living in... like it's mere moments away from becoming just another memory. "I want to go back..." I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes. |...| I opened my eyes and silently said, "I'm here again, huh?" I've lost count of how many tim
"Stop it? Don't fuck with me. I don't know when to stop. Not until I know the truth behind the innocent men and women you murdered-" Sir Rigor threw himself on the floor and started banging his head on the ground. While having a breakdown, he yelled, "Arghh! Stop it! I don't want to remember!" |...| A thud reverberated throughout the room. And then another... and another... and yet another. It turned to a rhythm, a decelerating cadence becoming more silent for every thump. "..." A few seconds passed, now the thud turned to a splat. It's like the sound of footsteps on water. 'How did the noise change?' You ask... Well, if I were to say that a man continuously pounded his head against the ground until a pool of blood gushed out from his face, will you believe me? I'm currently witnessing it now... from the man the least I anticipated to do so. Never in a million years would I have expected to see Sir Rigor in such a pathe
"Liar! Papa would never abandon me!" The kid cried out. "Don't fuck with me, brat. You know it yourself... Your father is a criminal. If he doesn't give an ounce of fuck about the law, what makes you think he cares for you?" "Liar! Liar! Liar! H-He said he wouldn't... He said he wouldn't..." Taking care of this child will be... troublesome. |...| An unknown substance is flowing through my veins. For all I know, it isn't my blood. I could barely stop myself from punching the air... Yes, that's right. That unknown substance is pheromones. I'm beyond excited! "Miles, you're wagging your feet. A-Are you nervous?" Reyna worriedly asked. "No, I'm... exhilarated!" This excitement can't be explained! Only two more hours left, and the one obstacle that's preventing me from having a delightful Isekai experience will be gone! Reyna looked me in the eyes and asked, "There you go again. You're Miles, right? Not Fukit
As Reyna's mother try to annoy us, a sobbing voice could be heard near the end of the tunnel. This voice sounds all-too-familiar, but I've never heard it sob before. "Elena... is that you?" |...| I have yet another query. If you don't mind, may I ask... what is happiness? It's a vague question with no incorrect answers, and of course, there are no correct ones too. It is simply subjective. Our definition of the pinnacle of life deviates from each other, but if there was one thing we could all agree on, it's this moment. Never in my unorthodox life have I witnessed such genuine happiness. If the world were watching, I'm sure even the most heartless individuals would be touched by this reunion. "Tintin... this is really you, right?" Elena barely whispered as she cried out an ocean. Her body trembles as she holds her brother tight with a warm embrace. "I'm an adult now... d-don't call me that." Sir Konstantin replied with teary ey
Before I could finish, I felt a soft sensation on my cheeks. It goes beyond the many elating experiences I've gone through in this world. "Thank you, Miles." |...| This soft feeling is like touching the clouds... it makes my chest fuzzy too-... Hold up! D-Did Reyna just... kiss me on the cheeks?! "Reyna! What was that for?! I wanted Ria to be my first! My purity has been stained! Well, it's not like it was on the lips. "T-That was just a little thank you! A-Anyways! I-I'll meet with my mother now. B-Bye, Miles!" Reyna muttered and ran away. What a troublesome woman! If you're embarrassed, why do it in the first place! But... I kinda liked it. Ah, fuck me! This isn't the time for that, Miles! For now, I should meet with the hostages. As I reached the end of the hallway, I heard laughter behind a shabby door. My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to open the-. |...| Hmm... what the fuck is
The look of sheer determination written on his eyes. Even if God himself became an obstacle to his goals, he'd do whatever it takes to achieve it... That's right. This is Hitoshi. As I try to discern Hitoshi's action, Hitoshi stood up. In a moment of sheer disbelief, one that made me question the existence of this world, Hitoshi threw himself on the floor and begged, "Miles! Please take care of my son! |...| If it doesn't bother you, mind if I ask a question? You don't have to answer, just give me your thoughts... what is emotion? It's a vague question, isn't it? Well, back in the previous world, I've always thought it was nothing but a system created by humans to understand what they can't. A cliche phrase, but humans fear the unknown. Right now, I don't know myself. The man that has caused me countless troubles, the same man who put Ria in a coma, is asking me the impossible... take care of your son, you say? Sure, the creator's sins
Reyna broke the silence and said, "Miles, I'm sure you're unaware of this, but ten years ago, there was an incident called the night of noble snakes.""Your lady is correct, Miles... ever since that day, the police corps have killed ten thousand as a result of collateral damage."Huh... Sir Rigor's police corps?! That's... ridiculous.|...|An excruciating pain stung my back. Almost as if I was stabbed by a dagger. My emotions were hard to put into words... constantly shifting between anger and misery.Right now, I'm stuck to my chair while staring at the ground; It's like my soul had left my body. It left me clueless, but there's one thing I'm sure of... For some reason, I felt betrayed.It was glaring from the start. The same police corps that Sir Rigor is leading is the same police corps that murdered an innocent man and his daughter..."With that said, Miles, I have another proposal..." Hitoshi said.Another proposal? What
I could barely control my arms from shaking... Just like the words of Sir Konstantin, I have murder in my mind. Hitoshi... I have a lot to ask you. Where was this sympathy when you killed all those innocent people... |...| Have you ever hurt somebody before and regretted it? I'm sure you have... even God himself has regrets. But if you were to harm a criminal, would you still feel the same? Would you punish Robinhood for stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor? I know many of you won't, but what if I told you... that stolen money was supposed to be used for the pitiful. Will you still praise him like a saint? I've been through such a scenario... where I'm stuck between being "good" or "righteous." I exposed the student council president for bribery. That may sound like a "good deed," but it isn't the entire story. Why am I telling you this? Cause I'm currently going through it again. |...| "So, Miles... I'll gl
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