In a small room consisting of only 5x5 meters, all kinds of scattered trash, bottles, and containers are all over the ground.
In one of the corners of the room, a single man is sitting down, trying to keep awake for the last few days already.
"Someone please.. help me out of here." He begged his voice, weaker than a baby's, to get him out of this place.
"I don't have anything anymore! I have already eaten all my supply, even my last bottle of water. In two days from now, I'll die of dehydration." The man murmured, preserving the last bit of his energy.
"Why is this happening to me!?" He asked begging to be told why he's in here, in this pure black place with nothing else on it.
Before the man got here he was merely a normal person, someone you could find in any corner of the world.
He was nothing special, he didn't even once try to learn any martial arts or even once bother to think of trying them.
His grade was average, along with his looks, height, and weight.
If one thing he can consider special about himself, that will be his crimson red pupil, even this is not something he can consider unique to himself.
Why? It was simply because only one of his pupils was crimson red, the other one was the normal black color.
He hated this about himself, so when he managed to save enough money, he bought contact lenses that made this uniqueness to himself go away.
"Anyone, be it God itself or the devil. Please help me out of here. I don't want to spend any more time here. Kill me to free me from this suffering…"
Finally, after all this time, he has given up completely, he couldn't care less about anything anymore.
But in this moment where he had already given up, a light appeared, turning around he found where the light was coming from.
In this place where nothing can radiate any form of light, be it from his phone, a match, a lighter, or even from his flashlight.
This was the first time he had seen it again, crawling towards it, he forced the remaining strength in his body to reach it.
And when he was in front of it, it said:
[Would you like to commit suicide?]
The light was the same size as an ID, yet what was written on it broke his spirit, seeing how there wasn't even an option.
He understood it wasn't giving him an option, he was being asked.
He wanted to cry, yet he couldn't.
He doesn't have anything to cry out anymore.
He already did it a while back.
Back when he panicked when he got here.
So he answered:
"Please kill me.."
With that, he lost his consciousness, the thing he tried to keep under control all this time.
His body flopped on the ground and his eyes finally closed for good.
Ding!
[Successfully obtained a replacement for a side character in the early stage of the story.]
[Erasing some part of the replacement memory to enhance the quality of the act.]
[Giving the necessary reconstruction for the replacement to take on the side character duty.]
[Lowering specific stats of the replacement.
Charisma: 9 → 1
Luck: 14 → 2
Stamina: 12 → 2
Endurance: 13 → 3 ]
[Destroying the dimensions where the replacement for the side character is in.]
[Freeing the replacement to the main world.]
[Giving the necessary mission for the replacement to take on to keep the plot of the story in place.]
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[Congratulations you have been revived. Welcome to your second life in this new world]
"What!" He yelled inward at the words from his head as he opened his eyes.
As soon as he open his eyes it was set on the ground, he found it dirty; it was a stone road with all kinds of filth on it: dirt, dirty water, some creature's flesh, and even some white liquid running down the road.
Looking up, he found himself staring at half-naked ladies calling out to the men walking in the road, gazing at them he thought.
"Prostitute?" Weirded out by them. "How gallant of them to do this in public spaces. Aren't they afraid that they can be caught by the patrolling police?"
Shifting his gaze away from them, he found the buildings around him different from the ones he knew.
Unlike the smooth cement walls on the building, the one before him was made with rough-looking stone combined with wood as part, making up most of the building.
Realizing this was not the world he had known all his life, he looked up and said in his head:
"Did I get Isekaid?"
Walking toward one of the alleys of the street to avoid the eyes of people staring at him.
He stood still in the middle of the busy street for more than five minutes straight.
Entering that alley he heard someone moaning at the end of it, stopping himself from going in there.
"Alright come down for now." He said to himself, examining his clothing.
"Leather boots, white long sleeve shirt, with brown pants. This isn't what I was wearing before?"
Looking at himself in the glass window he found his eyes both crimson red, confusing him more.
"What's happening! Why are my eyes both red? Don't I have a black lens for them?" His breathing is getting heavier the more he questions.
"That voice! Where are you? Tell me what's happening to me!"
He yelled out in the open, making the people around him flinch at the loud noise, along with the two people in the same alley.
"What's wrong with this guy?" The man asked, running away at the very back of the alley.
"Forget about him, let's just leave now." The woman said, covering her face as they left the road.
On their way out, they knocked over a few crates and bottles on the ground, making him look at them.
Silence.
The moment the two left, there was complete silence.
He was the only one left in that area, all alone like he had been a while ago.
Tired, confused, and starving, he sat near the wall and contemplated himself.
Moments later, the voice began to call out to him once again.
Looking up, he found a floating white panel before him with words on it that said:
[You have regained your composure, we will now begin with your starter kit pack.]
[Choose 3 following abilities to have in this world.]
[Abilities option rendering in…]
[Time: 1:00]
"Wait what! Give me a minute to think about this." He snapped at the panel.