[Suitable Host Detected!]
[Binding Chaos Core with Host!]
"Wha-What is it?!" I exclaimed as I heard voices in my head and a screen popped in front of me.
I was shocked, suprised and even frightened when the mechanical voice suddenly appeared with the weird screen which look like a pop up adds on some corn site but it don't take me a long while to calm myself down.
After all, who am I? A perverted otaku who has consumed many cultured material available in this modern world, and it includes those webnovels with dual cultivation system too so I immediately understood what was happening as I eagerly awaited what is going to happen.
My heart raced at probably twice faster than a normal from the excitement of getting System like those protagonist who gets ridiculously overpowered.
[Binding Successful!]
[Congratulations Host! You have become the Master of 'The Ancient One System'!]
As I look at the new information with excitement, a sudden voice jolted me out of my thoughts.
*HORN* *HORN*
"Oh yeah, I was crossing the road." I thought as I looking towards my right... or atleast I tried to look but alas, it was far too late as was slapped hard in the face by the never stopping Truck-kun.
*BAM*
"Ekk! Ahh!!" A shout escaped my mouth as I flied though the air before slamming hard on the ground.
"An accident happened!!" Someone shouted as others quickly followed.
"Someone quickly call an ambulance!!"
"Quick Quick!!"
Opening my eyes with difficult, I peeked what was happening as I saw the blurry images of many people recording me with thier mobile phones in thier hands.
'I guess that it, huh.' I asked myself. Just when I thought that I can also be a protagonist with a system, I go ahead and get myself killed. 'The only regret I will have is I will never be live I wanted.' I thought as I sighed internally.
[The host is dead!!]
[Activating Secret Protocol:- Reverse Time by one day!]
The sound of system rang in his mind but this time, I wasn't able to hear anything and was lost in my own thoughts as my whole life flashes in front of me.
In a world where misfortune seemed to be my only partner, I had been dealt a hand of tragedy from the very beginning.
As a child, I lost my parents when I was just ten years old, leaving me orphaned and alone in a world that cared little for the unfortunate. Their untimely demise cast a shadow over my young life, a darkness I could never escape.
But the tragedy did not end there. I grew up in the harsh confines of an orphanage, a place where I felt like a forgotten soul, unwanted and unloved.
The other children taunted me, calling me names and reminding me of my worthlessness. They found pleasure in my misery, and I was left with the scars of their cruelty, both physical and emotional.
School was no refuge from the torment of my existence. I was a magnet for bullies, an easy target for their sadistic fun.
I endured their relentless torment day after day, my self-esteem eroding with each insult and every physical blow.
I had no friends, no allies in the battle against my tormentors. Loneliness became my only companion.
As the years passed, my misery only deepened. I watched as my peers formed friendships, experienced the awkward joy of teenage romance, and moved forward in their lives.
But I remained stagnant, an outcast in a society that had no place for someone like me. After finishing high school and passing the age of 18, the monetary help from the government stopped which forced me to stop pursuing my dream of changing my life in University, all I could do was drop my studies and search for a job.
But my dreams were shattered one by one as I could never find a job, no matter how hard I tried. Employers looked at me with disdain, dismissing me as worthless and unemployable.
I became a pariah in the eyes of society, a burden on the welfare system. I was everything that society deemed worthless, talentless, and ugly, someone who can never fit in this world.
My appearance was marred by the cruel hand of fate, and my self-esteem eroded with each passing day.
I grew up with a sense of inadequacy that gnawed at my soul, a feeling that I was destined to be an outcast in a world that valued beauty and success above all else.
But I don't give up, I continue finding a stable job all the while doing a ton of different works and part time job to meet my daily expenses but then came the day when my dream of a stable life with a decent job was shattered.
The day where I was not only rejected in a job interview, but was also mocked for my appearance as I was shown how worthless I was.
That day, I lost any hope I have to be able to live a good life as I felt something broke inside of me. Unable to find solace in the outside world and I did what I never thought I would do.
Seeling the house my parents left for me, I turned inward, seeking refuge in the realm of anime, manga, and video games.
I became an otaku, immersing myself in fictional worlds where I could escape the harsh reality that surrounded me but deep down, I was envious of those protagonist in those stories who got everything they want without doing anything.
I too wanted to be like them, I too wanted a harem of beauties for myself, I too wanted to totally crush my enemy with overpowered abilities but I know all of that will be but a dream for me as I wasn't even able to step out if my room except to replenish my food stock or to buy new games or manga.
My room became my sanctuary and I transformed into a NEET, shutting myself off from the world to cope with the overwhelming negative emotions that consumed me.
My days were a monotonous am, a being living in a life of isolation, self-loathing, and a desperate yearning for something more.
And so, here I am, a 21 year old single and virgin, thinking all this as I lay on the brink of death after that fateful encounter with Truck-kun, my life flashed before my eyes.
'Now that I think about it, there is nothing I received from this world except pain. Maybe, it will be better for me leave this world with my death.' I thought as I closed my eyes, as I accepts my death.
[It has been detected that host wishes to leave this world with his death.]
[Adjusting Security Protocol!]
[Prepare for Transmigration!!]