Bullshit this shit ain't fair…..
Oh it's ok everyone dies and in all the story reborn, transmigrate or teleporting to a new world would be fine but no they fucking lied to me…
No magic, no special energy, or some new crazy magical system for me to use. I mean not even a so-called unique body for cultivation but worst of all no system in sight just a regular world….
Why did this happen to me? Was I that bad to need to suffer? Where the hell are those sexy cat-eared women, divine goddess or my BUSTLY DRAGON WOMAN. And no pretty anime girls hell not even an average woman would choose to look at me twice if they had the choice, oh and me…..
And what every god or being that desire to bring me to this new world truly took the piss on that put in to a body of a 17 year old who look ugly he had thin small eyes, a huge pig nose with small nostrils, and rounded cheeks, and although his cheekbones were defined, his whole face was fat, swollen, and covered in acne and freckles. The hair on his head was thin and had some bald spots.
A face even a mother could love and in fact a face even his mother or father did love letting this body get beaten by some bullies in his school so bad that one of those kicks to the face even ended his life curing me to live like this.
But this body didn't fully merge his memory with mine so I couldn't remember where I live so I was lost and sleeping on the street for two days try to patch some cut bruises I found littered on my body, until the grandpapa of this body found me trying to sleep under some bridge when he found me. Two days under that bridge left me starving, sleep deprived and overall miserable and just happy to find somewhere warm to sleep those six months with the old help me adapt to this world and my place in it.
And now I'm walking alone to an empty house after collecting the ashes of the grandfather that took me in the only person I knew in this world for two days. I was by myself surviving on the money my grandfather left me and gifts I got from his funeral. Friends and family of the old man who i've never really met but vividly remember meeting and talking to in the past.
Then their lawyer showed up a middle age man in a professional business suit then just handed me paperwork and gave me a time to arrive at his office to discuss ownerships of my grandfather's estate and how it would be shared between his son's family.
At first, I was scared, not trying to go back to living on the streets, but after a week of meetings, filling out paperwork came out that legally everything was in my name and there was nothing the lawyer could do about.
"Thank you old man!!"
After that, I started working out, going to the gym running around my neighborhood, started really cooking, making a diet plan for myself trying to cut down on my weight, taking time off for school and all the harassment from my peers taking time for myself.
[First POV]
"One Step at a Time"
Yuuya tugged at the hem of his sweat-soaked T-shirt as he trudged up the hill in Willow Park. His breath came hard and loud, like a freight train out of steam, and his legs ached with every step. Around him, joggers zipped by like gazelles—lean, rhythmic, effortless.
He felt like a bulldozer in a foot race.
Still, he kept going.
It had been three weeks since he first laced up the sneakers he found buried in the back of his closet. He'd stood in front of the mirror that morning, staring at the tight curve of his stomach, the way his shirt clung to places he wished it wouldn't. He was tired of wheezing when he tied his shoes. Tired of avoiding photos. Tired of making himself the punchline before anyone else could.
So he'd gone outside.
The first time, he made it five minutes before sitting on a bench and pretending to take a phone call. The second time, he made it halfway around the park loop, walking slowly, head down. Today, he was jogging—really jogging. His pace was terrible. His breath was a mess. But he hadn't stopped.
That was something.
As he passed the little duck pond, an old man sitting on a bench gave him a nod. Not a pity nod—a real one. Like respect.
"You're out here," the man said simply, lifting his coffee cup in a salute.
Marcus nodded back, sweat dripping into his eyes. "Trying," he puffed.
"That's all anyone can do," the man said. "Most people don't even try."
The words stuck with Marcus as he pushed forward. One foot. Then the other. A stitch bit into his side, but he slowed instead of stopping. The air was cool under the trees, and somewhere ahead, kids were laughing.
He didn't know if he'd ever be thin. But that wasn't the point.
He was here. He was moving. He was becoming someone who didn't give up.
And that was already more than he was yesterday.
Marcus slammed the door shut behind him and let his workout bag thud to the floor. His shirt clung to him with dried sweat from the morning jog and new sweat from the broken office A/C, and all he wanted to do was lie down on something that didn't require thinking.
But he didn't.He walked past the fridge—ignored the leftover pizza calling his name—and made a slow beeline to the bathroom.
The light flickered overhead as he turned it on. He caught his reflection in the mirror, breath catching slightly. I could see my face reflected in the mirror. Thin, small eyes. A huge pig nose with small nostrils. Rounded cheeks, and although my cheekbones were defined, my whole face was fat, swollen, and covered in acne and freckles.
He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. It felt like relief and regret all at once. He leaned on the sink. Water dripped from his chin. For a moment, the silence in the bathroom was thick enough to drown in, Feeling the exhaustion still resting on his shoulders trying to force his fatigue body back to the ground.
"Pant, huff." Gathering all the air he could manage into his burning lungs, as if using the oxygen to lift his exhausted torso off the sinks, forcing him to stand straight and lean back towards a wall besides a mirror, and at that moment….
"What"
All of a sudden, the wall rotated, like a secret door in a ninja mansion, and revealed a room I had no idea existed.
"Wh… What the…?" Feeling the lack of support from the wall that used to be behind him, Yuuya's body slammed towards the ground into a mysterious room. Slamming hard onto his back, forcing all the air he just gathered to Ryan violently rushed out of his lungs as a sharp pain, strikes the back of his head. After a few seconds of gathering himself, Yuuya manages to get back on his feet and look around.
"What is this place…"
I had stumbled on a mysterious hidden room. I was cautious at first, but soon my curiosity won out, and before I knew it, I was already walking around.
"This is…"
As it turned out, this was a room where grandpa put many of the things he collected when he flew around the world. The old man was always traveling around and coming back with souvenirs, but I didn't know where he put them all. I was stunned to realize all of them had been stored in a secret room.
When I was looking in amazement at the goods obtained from all over the world, I suddenly got a strange feeling.
"Wha― What the fuck is this and how long has this place been here?"
It was a puzzling feeling, one I had never felt before, and it now guided me through the room. I passed by many things, some I remember grandpa had shown me in the past, and others that were totally new to me.
"…What is that? That mask. It's cool as fuck, and it kind of looks like a kijin… hmm? Oh wow… is there more stuff like this?"
It was like the kijin mask, and a mannequin that was bigger than me. There were also some basketball-sized red cubes, and although I didn't know the principle behind it, there were also some strange stones floating around an equally strange pedestal.
my eyes were drawn to one particular item placed at the very back of the room. It was a door that existed as if it had been pulled out of the wall. There was a large owl carved on the middle of the wooden door, and trees carved on the edge of it.
"How did gramps manage to bring this back, too?"
This door? If he brought this back, where would this door lead to? Well, it's just a door anyway, so I should only see the wall behind it, if I open it. But the moment I saw the door, the strange feeling that I was having grew stronger.
"Could it be… from this door?"
I couldn't recognize anything about the door in front of me, but it demanded my attention, and my eyes were glued to it. I wonder if this door was the thing calling me this whole time…
With that in mind, I reached for the door knob and opened it.
"…Huh?"
It was an unfamiliar room. It's decorated similar to a log house, with a large wooden table and chairs, and a wooden closet. Weapons such as swords and axes were piled up like mountains.
"Shit how in the hell.. ?" I felt like my head was about to explode upon seeing such an incomprehensible situation. Then, something like a translucent board suddenly appeared in front of me
[Ding]
Skill [Appraisal] has been acquired.
Skill [Endurance] has been acquired.
Title [Master of The Door] has been acquired.
Title [Master of The House] has been acquired.
Title [Otherworlder] has been acquired.
Title [Person Who Visited A Different World For The First Time] has been acquired.
"F- Finally, this is what you call a reincarnation." feeling the anger and frustration that you has been holding onto since waking up in an overweight body being forced to go through high school again now finaling seeing Hope tears start to blur his eyes.
" it's.. a- an.. it's a fuck system."
[END]
Hello, this is the author of this fanfic. I wanted it to be known that I do not own any of the source materials of the original. I'm just trying to make a fun story based on I got a cheat ability in another world. I saw potential and I wanted to use it in a new way. Thank you for tuning in and listening. I will try to give you a good story.
Oh, and by the way, I did not have an editor so if you see any mistakes in my writing pretend like you didn't, I will try to fix them if I come across them, bro, while reading through it.