The last thing he felt was the unbearable pain of life leaving his body. His chest tightened as if invisible hands were squeezing the very air from his lungs. Everything went black.
And then… light.
A figure appeared, hovering in the void. It was small, ethereal, and glowing faintly, with eyes that seemed to peer straight into his soul.
"You are dead," the figure said. Its voice echoed like distant thunder. "But death is not the end. I am a Rob, and I grant you three wishes. Choose wisely."
His mind raced. Questions, regrets, possibilities—it all collided in a storm. But clarity came quickly. Power, knowledge, freedom… he could reshape everything.
"I… I want a system. Exactly like QuestSim. All of it—quests, skills, stats, progression, everything."
The Rob's eyes shimmered. "Granted. Your first wish is complete. You will awaken with a system capable of measuring and improving your abilities beyond mortal limits."
Relief and exhilaration coursed through him. Finally, he could transcend the limits that had bound him in life.
"And your second wish?" the Rob asked.
He inhaled deeply. Identity mattered in this new life. Presence, appearance, how the world would perceive him… "I want to look like James Lee from LookSim."
A blinding light enveloped him. When it faded, he glimpsed a reflection in the void: sharp jawline, piercing eyes, commanding aura. Perfect.
"And your third wish?" the Rob asked, floating patiently.
He paused. This one was the most important. Knowledge was power, but without the right place, it would be wasted. He had thought about this for ages. "I wish… to have full knowledge of the Tokyo Revengers story, and to be reborn directly into that timeline."
The Rob nodded solemnly. "As you wish. Your third wish is granted. You will retain complete awareness of events, characters, and outcomes, and you will inhabit the world itself at the appropriate time."
Light surged around him, filling his mind with everything: gang dynamics, betrayals, deaths, victories, the rise of Mikey, Draken, and every pivotal moment. Every path, every weak point, every opportunity was now etched into his consciousness.
And then, darkness again…
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the void.
A gentle morning light filtered through the window of a modest bedroom. His new body felt alive, robust, commanding. Every movement was precise, every sense heightened. He raised a hand to his face, and there it was—James Lee's visage staring back at him.
[QuestSim System Activated]Level: 1Stats: Human BaselineQuests Available: 3Skills: NonePerks: None
He flexed experimentally, feeling the potential coursing through him. This was no longer life. This was opportunity. He had power, knowledge, and now a timeline to navigate.
He rose and examined his surroundings. Familiar yet subtly different—he was in the Tokyo Revengers timeline. His third wish had been fully realized.
The streets outside his window buzzed with the early morning chaos of high school students. He could see them clearly in his mind—the key figures, the gangs, the events that would unfold if left unchecked.
He dressed swiftly in the uniform prepared for him and stepped outside, feeling the weight of possibility on his shoulders. Today was the first day of his rebirth, and already the seeds of Valhalla were beginning to take root in his mind.
At the school gates, he noticed them immediately:
Takemichi Hanagaki, nervous, unassuming, unaware of the chaos that would shape his future.
Mikey, calm and confident, his aura commanding respect even without speaking.
Draken, tall and imposing, a living pillar of loyalty.
The MC smirked faintly. He had full knowledge of these individuals, their strengths, their weaknesses. And he had the system to grow beyond anything they could imagine.
His interface flickered with the first objectives:
[Objective 1: Identify potential allies for gang formation.][Objective 2: Establish influence among key figures.][Objective 3: Survive first encounters with delinquent threats.]
By lunchtime, he had already noted the strong, the weak, the influential, and the pliable. Every glance, every conversation, every word chosen could serve his goals.
He approached a small group of students who seemed easily swayed, planting subtle seeds of charisma and influence. His system registered the first skill points:
[New Skill Acquired: Observation +1][Hidden Talent Unlocked: Strategic Analysis]
Every decision felt calculated, deliberate, and thrilling. For the first time, he wasn't just surviving. He was shaping the future.
Takemichi, struggling to navigate the crowd, caught his eye. The boy had potential but was naïve, predictable—a perfect foil for now. Perhaps later he could be an ally, perhaps a tool.
The afternoon passed with careful observation. He learned the routines, the rival groups, and the key players. His system tracked everything, suggesting subtle ways to bend events toward his favor.
By evening, he had planned his first moves, considering whom to approach, whom to avoid, and how to establish his presence subtly but firmly.
This was no ordinary rebirth. This was strategy, foresight, and calculated power. With his system, his appearance, and his knowledge, he was no longer just a player in the story—he was a master, preparing to form Valhalla.
The city stretched out before him under the fading sunlight. The Tokyo Revengers timeline was alive, chaotic, and full of opportunity.
And he smiled. This was just the beginning.