Lego was thrown into a large, empty room. The lights flickered, and a smell like a public restroom filled the air.
"You damn bastards! Where have you left me? Don't let me get out, I'll turn you into mincemeat!" Lego roared with rage.
The two people who brought him there pretended to be scared, then a smirk spread across their faces.
"You're all bone and no meat, yet you're so aggressive, huh?"
Left alone, Lego began to process everything that had happened. So, he had been pulled into that "constipated" book by that cursed god. In the novel, the main character was pathetically weak, relying entirely on his girlfriend. He would have her solve all his problems, even though he knew she was cheating on him with multiple men. He pretended not to know just to mooch off her reputation, and she even let him take credit for her feats of monster-slaying.
"This is the most constipated novel I have ever read. Why did I even bother?"
It was too late for regrets.
The real Lego was a hot-tempered guy. He used to watch a lot of MMA and boxing, and he wasn't afraid of anyone. If someone started a fight, he'd go all the way, even if he was losing. He would use anything around him as a weapon, which eventually made his bullies wary of him and they never dared to mess with him again.
But this new body was nothing like his old one. No six-pack abs, no big chest.
"Where did all my muscles go, sniff… sniff…"
Lego's father stepped out of his car and into the conference room, where he saw the teacher waiting.
"I had to rearrange my work, so I'm late. Have you been waiting long?"
"Not at all. Please, have a seat."
Lego's father had a physique completely opposite to his son's. He was 1.7 meters tall with a muscular build. His face was similar to Lego's and quite handsome, though it was aged by wrinkles.
The teacher immediately began: "Look at your son, his academic performance is hopeless." She pulled a test paper from her bag. "The test was this simple, and your son couldn't do it. Lego's IQ must be close to zero. He circled 'A' for every single multiple-choice question, only getting three out of ten right, and the essay section was blank. Simple questions like 'how many planets have we conquered,' 'at what age do we awaken our abilities,' or 'what percentage of the global population is awakened'—he got all of them wrong."
Upon hearing the teacher's words, his father's face creased into a dark frown.
"Has your son been hanging out with any gangs lately?"
His father looked surprised. "No, my son is a very good and timid boy. How could he possibly be with bad people?"
"Well, I regret to inform you that he has been acting violently. If I hadn't intervened in time, things could have gotten out of hand. He even dared to attack his teacher."
Lego's father's eyes widened in shock.
"I'm afraid he might have been lured into using illegal substances, causing mental instability and leading to hallucinations and nonsense speech."
"Where is my son now?"
"Don't worry, I've had him restrained to prevent him from harming others. Please, follow me."
The teacher led Lego's father to a room that resembled a long-abandoned warehouse. When the door opened, their eyes met.
Lego froze, looking into the man's eyes. An unspoken fear rose within him, and he didn't understand why he felt it.
The father walked in, grabbed Lego by the back of his shirt—who was still tied up in the teacher's spider silk—and carried him out to the car with just one hand. He was thrown into the back seat, and he didn't dare say a word. If it were anyone else, Lego would have been cursing up a storm, but something held him back.
When they arrived home, his father used a knife to cut the silk threads, setting him free. He said nothing, only stared at Lego. An indescribable feeling welled up inside the young man.
Lego's mother interrupted them by calling out, "Dinner's ready! Lego, tonight we have your favorite dish."
The awkward silence was broken. Lego quickly dashed to the dinner table to avoid his father's gaze. He focused on eating and didn't speak, and when he was done, he headed straight for his room, following the memories of the body's previous owner.
This house was far inferior to the one he had in his old world, looking quite run down. According to the memories, only his father was an awakened individual with a special ability, and it was only a low-rank one. He couldn't earn much money like those with higher ranks and could only work transporting goods or cleaning up monster carcasses.
Lego, once a rich man, was now facing such difficulties. "It's all because of that damn god who messed with me. When I get stronger, I'll definitely tear off his head and use it as a chair," Lego vowed to himself.
In this world, 70% of the population are awakened with special abilities. "What ability and what rank will I awaken? If it's a low rank, I can still train to level up, but it will be tough. You need a lot of money to level up easily."
"But what if I can't awaken at all? Am I just one of the 30% of normal people in this world?"
In the novel, the main character he now inhabits only awakens his F-rank ability—commonly called the Copper Rank—after a major shock. Specifically, that shock was being betrayed by his girlfriend and pushed into a chasm.
But how could the current Lego go through a breakup? Even if it happened, he couldn't possibly have the intense emotions of the novel's protagonist because he didn't love her.
Lego's feelings were a complete 180-degree turn from the protagonist's.
"So how am I going to awaken my power?" he wondered.