Spring had always been a season of beauty.But for Itsuki Hayama, it wasn't… at least, not this spring.
With his crimson right eye, Itsuki stared out the window at the bustling streets, watching cherry blossoms drift lazily through the air. The unfamiliar knowledge and language in his head throbbed painfully, leaving him with nothing but a dull headache.
He never expected to transmigrate.Yet, deep down, he had always wished for it.Why? Because in his previous life, he was nothing but a complete failure.
Itsuki's family had been destroyed when he was young. His parents died prematurely in a fire, leaving him to raise his little sister—five years younger—on nothing but scraps of inheritance and a meager compensation payout. He endured endless hardships just to keep her alive.
For years, Itsuki worked himself to the bone. He studied relentlessly, pushing himself to the brink, all so his sister could have a better life. After graduating college, he finally landed a stable, well-paying job. For the first time, he believed life had turned a corner.
But fate was cruel.
His sister fell in love with a scumbag. Blinded by affection, she threw herself into that toxic relationship—only to be betrayed, her money stolen, her dignity crushed. The man vanished without a trace.
Itsuki never blamed her. Even after she squandered every bit of his savings and left him with crushing debts, he still cherished her. But his sister could not forgive herself.
One day, while Itsuki was at work, she ended her life. The only thing she left behind was a suicide note soaked in remorse.
Itsuki's world collapsed.
For six long years after that, he lived like a ghost—working, breathing, existing… but never truly alive. His only obsession was revenge. He swore he would find that scumbag and tear him apart. That vow was the last ember that kept him moving.
And yet, another part of him… longed for escape.
Then one day, he opened his eyes to a different ceiling.
"...What the hell?"
Several days have passed since then. Though he hasn't fully recovered, Itsuki has come to accept reality—he has become a Japanese high school student, complete with a strange system lodged in his mind.
He regrets not being able to avenge his sister, but strangely, his heart feels lighter. Perhaps, at last, he can live freely again. Perhaps, he can find happiness.
But that hope was short-lived. His current identity? An orphan once more. This time, not even a sister by his side.
Itsuki sighed deeply. He had walked alone for so many years—what was a few more?
Today was his first day at school. From now on, he was a pure Japanese high school boy. His past life was nothing more than dust. All he carried with him was his face—still strikingly handsome—and the name he refused to abandon: Itsuki Hayama, First-Year, Class 4, at Private Ginkgo High.
He adjusted the black eyepatch over his right eye and stepped outside. His gaze lingered briefly on the strange stone carving resting against his wall before he left.
That stone was his first reward from the system's novice package—[Stone Wing+]. Stripped of its teleportation functions, but upgraded with godlike healing powers. Even fatal wounds could be restored within an hour.
His right eye, once ordinary, now bore the curse of a [One-Tomoe Sharingan], drawn from a random lottery spin. It couldn't be closed, but at least it didn't constantly drain energy like some other users had experienced.
The system inside his mind was called the Cosmic Gacha System.
Its purpose? To eliminate illegal transmigrators and the remnants of the old [Main God Space]—a multiverse once ravaged by reincarnators who plundered and destroyed worlds. The system's creator had crushed them, but their remnants still lurked. For this, new agents like Itsuki were chosen.
When Itsuki asked about the creator, the system only replied with two words:
"He's lazy."
The novice package granted him five draws and one body modification. Out of those, three were complete trash: [Unopened Toilet Paper], [Cockroach-Killer Slippers], and [A Brick].
"You expect me to save worlds with this garbage?!" Itsuki cursed.
…Well, the brick was actually kind of useful.
Still, he managed to pull [Stone Wing+] and the [Sharingan], along with enhancements that already pushed his body far beyond ordinary humans.
His current stats read:
Character: Itsuki HayamaAge: 16Points: 258Strength: 12Agility: 18Spirit: 17Skills: NoneTalents: NoneEquipment: Stone Wing+, One-Tomoe Sharingan, Brick, Toilet Paper, Slippers(Average adult male attributes = 5)
Itsuki gathered his thoughts, then stepped out into the street. But strangely, he didn't see any students. Odd.
Sure, his school was a bit far, so it made sense not to see his classmates—but where were the students from other schools? After all, the first day of the semester should be the same everywhere, right?
He glanced at his watch. 10:39.The opening ceremony… probably at 8:00 AM.
…Damn.