Ren found himself floating in a huge, empty space filled with stars and galaxies. The silence was almost deafening, and a strange calmness surrounded him.Confused and disoriented, Ren looked around, his heart racing. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing.Before Ren could react, an invisible force seemed to reach out and grab him, pulling him inexorably forward until he was falling, tumbling through a swirling mix of colors and shapes.The cosmic maelstrom battered his senses from all sides, overwhelming him with a dizzying barrage of sights and sounds unlike anything he had ever experienced.Just when Ren thought he couldn't take it anymore, everything suddenly stopped. He found himself floating in a huge, empty space filled with stars and galaxies. The silence was almost deafening, and a strange calmness surrounded him.Confused and disoriented, Ren looked around, his heart racing. He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing.

Ren hung up the video call with ComiXStream's CEO, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips. He had totally outmaneuvered those big-shot publishers, forcing them to agree to his terms. That sweet $10,000 payment was sent to his account, plus he'd be getting 50% of the profits from Thunderstrike's crazy success. *Ding!*Ren's eyes lit up as they saw the notification, and they couldn't contain their joy. "Finally... I've made my first $10,000!" Ren exclaimed, unable to believe. He had never had the opportunity to make $1,000 in his previous timeline, let alone $10,000, so this was an incredibly joyful moment for them.But his moment of triumph was interrupted by a loud banging at the front door. Ren's brow furrowed as he heard his dad's slurred voice from the living room. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"The sound of the door being unlatched, and then a booming voice that Ren recognized as their grumpy landlord, Mr. Zimmer. "Where's my money, Riley? The rent was due three days ago, and I'm

Ren sat on the crowded school bus, music playing softly through his headphones as he gazed out the window. It was a familiar routine he had gone through countless times before, but now everything felt different.As the bus rumbled down the street, Ren couldn't help but overhear the whispered conversations of the girls around him. "Did you see that guy? He's so hot!""I know, right? I wonder who he is..."Ren felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips as he recognized the familiar words. It was a stark contrast to the way things used to be, when he would sit on this very bus, invisible and overlooked, desperately hoping to catch even the briefest glance from the object of his affection.He remembered how the girls would chatter excitedly about the popular, good-looking boys, never sparing a second thought for the shy, skinny outcast he had once been. Ren would sit in the back, hunched over and trying to make himself as small as possible, his heart aching with unrequited longing

On the ground stood Broc and his defeated gang, their bodies covered in blood as Ren had inflicted injuries on them. Ren made sure they would be hospitalized for at least a month. He wanted to teach them a lesson they would never forget and ensure they never crossed his path again.Ren squatted in front of Broc and whispered in his ear, "You can use the $1000 and treat yourself. You can keep the change." Broc felt the urge to stab Ren, but he was powerless.Kyle was shocked. He never expected Ren to overpower them. He had feared Ren would be the one getting hurt, but it turned out differently."Isn't that Ren? I thought he was weak... How did he defeat the number one?" The crowd was surprised and curious.Ren gazed at the bewildered crowd and shouted, "Pizza is on me!" Instead of being frightened, the crowd cheered and exclaimed, "Yeah!"Ren wasn't afraid of the consequences the school authorities might impose on him because he had recorded everything that had happened. He had acted i

A second chance and a system. Zachary Bemba was woken from a deep slumber by the crowing of a rooster. His eyes abruptly rolled open, glazed over with the remnants of a dream or rather a nightmare.Zachary was first aware of the foul polluted air with a stale fragrance. It was nothing similar to the coolness of the air and its fresh fragrance he'd grown accustomed to in the big city of Alistair of the Tron Empire. He was lying on an abnormally small foam which didn't seem to be the same as the king-size bed the TSF provided all it's players. It was very uncomfortable and hurt his back when he stirred.Zachary blinked as his as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room before propping himself up and orienting himself to the surroundings.He was in a room with worn out brick walls that had holes in it. Small sewed in ragged curtains hid the shabby small glass window on one side of the cramped chamber-just leaving a shy peek of the dirt filled road beyond. One wooden seat and a r