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"Hey, somebody got hit, call an ambulance."
{Are they talking about me? Maybe, yeah}
When I was a kid, like any other kid, I also dreamed about what I would become.
I wanted to be a scientist.
Yes, a scientist who understands the nature and its laws.
Since I was a kid, I used to always be first at science programs during my time in middle school.
I was called a genius by the ones around me.
But those words came with a cost I don't know that would cost me dearly in the future.
When I started attending high school.
I was always first in my class.
That attracted the envy of the rich.
I was constantly exposed to bullying.
When I graduated, I couldn't find a job.
Due to my awkward and gloomy personality, which made me unattractive.
I tried my best for so many years.
I despaired, depressed.
Only to end up holing myself in my room.
I have finally given up on everything.
I have become a 'scum' that has only become a burden to my family.
My parents, my brother, and all of them tried to cheer me up.
But they left in vain, unable to convince me.
My small brother was the only one who tried more.
After some time, he also left.
I touched the scar running along my cheek — a reminder of the day his classmates had shoved him into broken glass, laughing as I screamed. The world had carved me into this. Bitter. Ugly. Shut away.
On my desk, empty cans leaned like gravestones.
A half-finished physics notebook stared at me as if it were also cursing me.
Its margins are crowded with equations no one would ever read.
I had always loved how the universe followed rules — rules cleaner than the chaos of people. Heat, pressure, motion, light… predictable. Unlike friends. Unlike love. Unlike trust.
"Scum," he muttered to his reflection in the dark window. "That's all I am. That's all they made me."
I told myself that I would be better off dead than a burden to my family.
Like that, I waited for the inevitable.
[present]
The screen glowed pale blue against the cracked wallpaper.
I was browsing something on my pc.
Another night wasted. Another thread where strangers tore him apart for his opinions, where his only income source,
teaching on YouTube.
I finished the class.
"Maybe I should get a bite."
I reached the cracked door.
I looked at the room that looked like even rats won't live here.
I walked out.
The apartment rattled.
For a second, he thought it was just the neighbor slamming his door again.
But then came the roar — a tearing, metallic scream — and the world tilted. Concrete groaned. His shelf collapsed, cans and books raining down.
He saw a truck speeding up, the driver asleep.
And a girl who was walking cheerfully, listening to the podcast eyes closed.
Not noticing the danger that was driving toward her.
My legs moved involuntarily.
"Look out."
*wham*
I hit a wall.
Pain ripped through me, and then I heard only the people's screams.
Calling an ambulance.
I closed my eyes.
Then I saw a bright light shining on me, and doctors whispering.
Nurses panicked breaths.
Then again, I closed my eyes.
This...this time permanently.
...
It felt as if I were drifting in a void.
Time felt like years.
Is this how dying feels?.
Then I felt some pull.
A bright light.
I lost all sensation.
then
---
When sensation returned, it wasn't the ache of broken ribs or the stench of blood. It was… warmth. Softness. He gasped, and his first breath was not smoke but cold, clean air.
"@#$%!^"
{It's here! Master. The baby is here.
What are they saying?
Where am I?
"%#$@!"
{it's a boy}"
Those words?..felt foreign.
I opened my eyes.
A ceiling of carved wood hung above me.
The next thing I saw was baby hands.
Wait.
Those are my hands?.
But they were too small. When I cried out in panic, it was high and thin. I tried to curse, but only a ruffled baby cry came out.
Panic clawed at me.
I felt as if I were being lifted.
But they were warm.
A pair of arms lifted me close, something broke inside him.
A warmth I hadn't felt in years when my biological mother passed away.
That warmth pressed against the scars of my soul.
In that moment, as he looked into her tired but gentle eyes, a thought settled deep:
I've been given another chance. But I'm still me. Still scum. Still scarred.
no
Maybe in this world, I may be able to become someone better.
But I felt as if I was being passed.
I was lifted by another figure.
He looked middle-aged.
Similar to how I looked when I died.
Without the scar.
"@#$!^_^"
{papa here!,let me kiss you}
A wave of cringe flowed through me.
I screamed to get away from me. I cried again.
He panicked.
My mother took me from him.
"@#$!"
{There, there, nothing will happen, Papa doesn't mean to scare you.}
I don't understand, but that felt warmer. I feel tired--
"^_^%#$@"
"Oh! my sweet dreams, dear".
And no one in that room knew that inside the fragile sleeping body was a bitter shut-in with the knowledge of physics, chemistry, and every petty sin he'd carried from another world.
And so his second life began.
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END OF CHAPTER 1
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HAVE A NICE DAY ;)