My name is Nemo Yuri.
People who heard that name would usually say, "Who was that again?"
To be honest, I didn't really know who I was either. Maybe that's why my life, from the very beginning, felt like the path of a lost traveler — moving forward, but never arriving anywhere.
My childhood… it wasn't like others'.
I lost it all in a single day.
My family — my mother, my father, my siblings — all of them died in a tragic accident.
And I… survived.
A leftover piece of a broken picture, an extra weight no one asked for.
My uncle took me in. He was a good man, he didn't let me end up on the streets. But that house… it never felt like my home. I lived there — nothing more.
I studied, I worked, I achieved things people called "success."
Everyone said, "Nemo, for someone your age, you've accomplished so much."
But inside… I was hollow.
The things that keep people alive — joy, passion, purpose — none of them existed in me.
Understand this: I was alive, but I wasn't living.
Love?
That was just something other people felt. A warmth I couldn't reach, no matter how close I got.
So I drank. Alcohol was the only thing that could wash away the emptiness inside me, even if only for one night. One brief, false comfort…
Then came that night — the night I completely lost myself.
I had drunk far too much.
I knew I shouldn't drive. But back then, I didn't care. Not about life, not about death, not about anything.
I pressed the pedal.
The wind roared.
The world blurred into a smear of lights.
And then — darkness.
The car hit a building. My body broke, blood poured out, but I wasn't afraid. If anything… I felt relieved.
Here's a truth I never told anyone: I never knew how to live. Maybe death suited me better.
As everything faded, a single thought crossed my mind:
If only I had… one more chance.
And then everything ended.
Or so I thought.
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When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a cold, cave‑like place.
I felt myself breathing — smoothly, lightly. No pain, no weight.
Strange. Impossible.
I stood up and walked out of the cave.
The world outside was unfamiliar. Too unfamiliar.
"Did I… fall into another world?" — that was the first thought that came.
I approached a small stream nearby and looked into the water.
A child stared back at me — thin, weak, fragile.
And I froze.
Because that child… was me.
Not the boy I once was — but someone else's body, someone else's life.
Suddenly, memories that weren't mine flooded my mind.
This child — the original owner of this body — lived a miserable life.
Unwanted, bullied, beaten, terrified…
A boy who had never tasted happiness.
One day, running from the cruel brats who tormented him, he hid in that cave — trembling, hopeless — and died silently, all alone.
His death… and mine… must have crossed paths.
A coincidence?
Or fate's twisted little joke?
I stared at my reflection… and then I laughed.
Quietly at first, then uncontrollably:
Fine!
Fine!
This body is MINE now!
This is my chance — my new beginning!
This time, I'll LIVE! AHAHAHAHAHA!
A fire lit up inside me.
My old life was ashes.
This world, this second chance — it belonged to me now.
I will not be weak.
I will not be broken.
This world gave me a new life…
And I'll bend it to my will.
This was only the beginning.
I am the new Nemo.
New world.
New fate.
And with all my strength, I shouted into the sky:
"Wait for me, life…
I'M BACK!"