One day, I was just going back home from the part-time work I had just barely finished. I didn't want to work, but you can't stay unemployed, so I worked as a programmer in a small start-up company.
I was not really a super-talented or hidden gem. I was just one of many average people in the company.
Honestly, even I think I am worse. It's not that everyone is treating me like the worst. Everyone treats me equally, but I guess I just don't want to blend in?
Sigh, I don't want to improve, but I don't want to be average as well, and if I get a chance, I will turn the whole world into my sandbox.
I will have a world filled with beautiful girls who overly love me!
… Well, it's not like I can anyway. I should have worked better at emotional stuff; I am just an introvert loner who is completely average.
While I was thinking all such things, suddenly the legendary Truck-kun came and hit me.
Well, it was my mistake, I thought no one would be driving at this late at night, but I guess I was wrong. I like to walk in the middle of the road at night, so you can't blame me for it.
Anyway, dying by Truck-kun fucking hurts. How come all those protagonists just die like it's no big deal?
The pain all over my body is so excruciating that I feel like dying... Wait, I am dying!
Damn, I can't even just go to a peaceful sleep with all this pain. I hope I could die faster so I can escape this pain.
I feel like I got my lungs, arms, legs, and some organs damaged, though most of my body is turning numb from pain, so I can't be sure, just that everything hurts, breathing hurts, life hurts.
Well, finally, I feel like fainting; at least I won't be getting this painful sensation all over my body now.
When I died, there weren't any fireworks. No white light, no random Omnipotent being. Just... silence. Maybe really just a sleep?
Then suddenly came the blinding headache and a small, echoing voice saying, "Huh?"
Well, it was me who said it, but my voice feels different, and the headache keeps going on.
After some time, the headache finally calmed down a bit.
I finally know what happened. I had reincarnated on another Earth. Though I don't know if the 18-year memory is the one installed in my brain or this life's memory installed in my brain.
But one thing is clear that it's me, like really, both of my lives are pretty chill to accept any number of lives in me. I am not gonna go, who am I?
I have a good sense of myself. If I got many lives' worth of memories, then that's just the start of my new life.
It's going to be hell anyway, so why torture myself over it?
Anyway, I was five again in this life. I got a new name, new face, new family — or lack of it. An orphan, dropped into some random rich rich-looking house in Kuoh Town, Japan.
Not too bad though — clean streets, quiet neighborhoods, and the vending machines worked.
Good enough for my new life.
Though it's too bad my parents in this life died early, in fact, just a few months before they died, my memories came it seems.
Was I sad? No. Was my previous version, who was living in this world, sad? Again no.
Looks like my parents were not good; they treated me like I was a mistake that they made one night and nothing more.
Sometimes they yell at me, sometimes they vent their stress on me, but let's not go to the dark side.
It's my new life now, anyway, let me enjoy it.
The good news is that I got 45 million yen from them as an inheritance.
I knew how the market would move. What tech would go big? When big events would hit?
So, I will play it smart. Investments, crypto, stock timing. I will turn my 45 million yen into way more before I even hit middle school.
This time, I will be super rich for sure, get every game I can, eat only good food, become a househusband of some super-rich lady, and live a luxury life doing nothing for work.
Yeah, I think I am still scum.
Well, being a small 5-year-old boy may be a problem for most, but not for me. I got "Real Life Experience," so I am sure I can manage myself just fine.
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One Week Time Skip
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Alright, it's been a week since I've gotten with getting used to this new life.
And I think this world is weird...
Everyone here is good-looking....
Why am I the only one with average looks?
I want the good-looking perks as well!
Anyway looks like a 5-year-old despite my real 18 years of experience, I'm still not ready to handle such a change.
I get tired easily, most of the things are too heavy, some are too high to take it and such problems are just getting more and more.
I need more time to get used to this world.
By the way, my neighbors are really good, sometimes they even give some food.
The only problem is that they are giving me pity looks and one of them even talks about adopting me in.
Of course, I declined firmly.
Also, the neighbors' kids are too clingy as well.
All are asking me to play with them in their childish games.
While I am a child and may act childish, I don't want to play with them, I am learning more about programming as I bought some books on it.
There was this girl who thought I was badass, declining to play childish games and reading such a book full of text.
I think that girl had some screws loose.
Who likes a kid who is reading a thick book about programming, which is not even mainstream yet?
I was already labelled as a weird kid by others, so I guess it's fine.
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