"Mom I am worried about ren" said a young looking girl to her mother who was washing dishes.
The mom had seen better days — dark circled eyes that where dead from years of witnessing her son throwing his life away.
She didn't pause what she was doing. "He can do whatever he wants, go wherever the hell he wants." The harsh words came out soft and weak.
She was tried of the same repetitive act of going upstairs being disappointed in him and yelling at him.
He never did anything to help around the house, or to help himself all he did was put on those anime all day or play one of his games.
But today was different.
"Yo five guys on me, they are spraying hard, fucckkk I am so dead!" He yelled frustrated as he threw his controller down on the sofa he was sitting on which he immediately regretted doing.
"Fuck!" He turned off his game and said his farewell to his friends leaning back into the plush sofa.
His family was very comfortable providing for him against his mother's will, his father seemed to pay no mind to his un-productivity.
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See his father believed his son was a genius from the start because he showed some signs of it, but ren showed zero interest to study, he didn't read, write, skipped school in the pretense of being "sick" or having a "cold"
Eventually his father came to understand that his son was destined to be a failure, but the damage was done. His father was a proud man who valued his reputation and name over anything, a father who bragged across the neighborhood that his soon is a genius.
So eventually he began spreading the word that his son was dead who died in a tragic "accident" at home because of an "unexpected" disease that they were too late to spot.
Not that ren cared, he got to stay in his room all day doing what he actually finds passion in.
Though his mother left her hope that her son IS a genius who would amount to something in life at somepoint.
Maybe it was too late for that, far too late for that. But she is his mother she would of course won't abandon hope on her own son.
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Ren got up from the sofa and pulled the door open scratching his hair. He was going to get some orange juice or something to fill his belly up.
*SQUEAK*
He slipped on something no existent or rather this own foot.
And fell face first on the stair.
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[System Loading...]
[The Soul Of The Chosen One Has Been Harvested From Planet 1669]
[Continue? Y/N]
He didn't seem to have spiritual consciousness, yes but this floating words where in his eyes... Or what seemed to be his way of vision in this state.
He didn't have a voice, but he could think.
'Y'
[System Loaded Successfully!]
[System Initiated]
[Welcome Host to the desire system! Anything you wish power, money, fame woman! It is I the systems job to deliver!]
[You will be spawned into the world of jujutsu kaisen as it seemed to be your last memory in-correlation with your memories!]
**SWINSHHH**