I screamed in terror as I awoke from what seemed to be a terrible nightmare.
"Where am I?" I thought, gripping my chest tightly, desperately scanning for any sign of injury.
To my relief, I realized I was perfectly fine.
'Huh, that’s not right,' I blinked in confusion, finding myself seated in a university lecture hall.
My experience in that alley felt too real to be a dream— the blood, the pain, that unforgettable face. ‘What the hell was that!’ I thought. The new surroundings were familiar, giving me a sense of nostalgia, and the faces around me seemed very familiar, like I’d seen them before.
I furrowed my brow, putting two and two together I remembered where I had seen these faces. These were my classmates back when I attended cram school.
But why would they be here and why now? I’d already graduated from university more than over a decade ago, so what was happening?
And then the realization hit me – could it be possible that I've been transported back to my past? I quickly ruled this out as an option.
'I must be delusional,' I said to myself.
Looking around, I saw some familiar faces, people I’d attended cram school with when I was alive. The lecture hall buzzed with students chatting and preparing for the class. As I contemplated and tried to piece together my thoughts, a teacher entered the room, and a hush fell over the students.
At the front of the cram school classroom stood an experienced middle-aged teacher, radiating warmth.
Her neatly styled hair, touched by a few streaks of gray, framed her face gracefully. Behind glasses, her eyes sparkled with wisdom and enthusiasm. Dressed professionally, she exuded authority and began discussing the results of a previous test.
For some reason, she felt so familiar.
‘I must be experiencing a memory, yes, that has to be the explanation. Could this be heaven maybe?’ I thought to myself, still baffled by my current situation.
All of a sudden the words *REGRESSION COMPLETE* flashed before my eyes on a panel. ‘The system window!’ I suddenly remembered all that transpired as I floated in that void of emptiness.
‘Could it be that I was actually given a second chance?’, I thought.
Still lost in thought my heart sank as the teacher pointed me out, expressing disappointment in my performance on the test.
“Malcolm Shade, on your feet,” she said with a firm voice, and I quietly obeyed.
“Need I remind you that this is your only option now? You already missed all other opportunities at getting into school and spent a whole year at home. I advise you to take this class more seriously. I do not say this to embarrass you but to help. My God, you’re the oldest and had the lowest score in the class.”
As she said this, a roar of laughter filled the classroom, and my face flushed red with embarrassment as I quietly took my seat.
"Thank you for the advice, ma’am. May I please use the restroom?” I quietly muttered, raising my hand respectfully.
“You have two minutes,” the teacher firmly stated as I got up from my seat and quickly made my way out of the class and into the restroom, surprised by the fact that I knew the exact route to take.
I walked in and washed my face at the zinc, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly how I did back when I was trying to get into university.
My long black hair scattered across my face, and I pulled it over my head, examining my face. Eye bags curled under my eyes from sleepless nights spent gaming, and my face looked pale, with my cheeks being slightly red, smartly complimenting my chiseled jawline.
“This system, what exactly does it mean?” I muttered.
Suddenly another panel popped up with a question being relayed through it.
<WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE YOUR STATUS WINDOW?>
[Yes] [No]
Reluctantly, I tapped yes and another panel appeared displaying the words *STATUS* as it’s heading.
[Status Window]
{Additional Information}
You have failed an exam and you are in a cram school studying to get admission into university.
[End Of Information]
Even the system was harsh to me, calling me a failure. ‘Oh well, at least I can change all that now’ I thought.
Still trying to process my current situation I waved my hands in the air and the window closed, and went back to examining my features.
As I said earlier, I was by no means ugly but never paid heed to my attention as I was a shut-in who did nothing but play games and eat junks.
I wasn’t so built, as my skinny body accompanied my height. I stood at 6*1 feet at the time. I tidied my hair and made my way back to class, and the rest of the day went on without altercations.
*******
After classes, still grappling with the shock of my situation, I aimlessly walked home.
Lost in his thoughts, I was suddenly approached by two guys who greeted me like old friends.
I strained to remember them; I couldn’t quite remember the significance they held in my life, but so as not to look weird, I simply went with the flow and pretended to be their friend.
"Hey, Malcolm, long time no see! We were wondering when you'd show up," one of the guys said with a sly grin.
Confused but not wanting to appear clueless, I played along.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Been caught up with stuff."
“Come hang with us; it’s been a while,” said the other guy, putting his arm around my shoulder.
I complied and followed them, laughing at their jokes and playing along even though I felt this tension in my heart.
Something was definitely not right.
The two guys guided me toward a quieter part of the neighborhood, and as they entered a dimly lit back alley, my unease grew. It dawned on me that these guys were not friends but potential trouble.
"So, Malcolm, we heard you're doing pretty well now. Got some cash to spare?" one of them asked, a menacing glint in his eyes.
My heart pounded as I realized who these guys were.
They were bullies!
And I was the target of their torments.
I hesitated, weighing my options. In this past version of myself, I lacked the experience and confidence to handle such a situation.
Feeling the pressure, I stammered, "I, uh, don't have much on me. Can't you guys just leave me alone?"
The bullies laughed menacingly, closing in on me. Panic surged as I fumbled to find a way out of the situation. It was at this vulnerable moment that I connected the dots.
‘Wait a second, if by some miracle I’ve been regressed, and I truly have a second chance at life, I can finally make my life better and what I’ve always wanted. That’s right, I’ll never give up; I’ll get revenge on my murderer and every other person that’s ever treated me wrong, and I’ll make them pay, and it starts with these 2 fools,’ as these thoughts came to my head and a wide grin flashed across my face, and the aura around me changed.
Even the bullies must have noticed it as they started to back away from me step by step.
“Hey! Give us your money if you don’t want any trouble, or else,” one of the bullies yelled.
~DING!~
*NEW QUEST UNLOCKED*
<Defeat the bullies.>
Reward: 5 SP
(Note: For the readers “SP” basically means System points and their use would be explained as the story progresses.)
‘I guess even the system wants me to have a go at them and since I’m getting something from it I might as well…’
I took a deep breath and muttered to myself.
“*SP* huh! I’m curious about what it does…”
The bullies in front of me gave me a puzzled stare, but I didn’t care about their opinions of me.
I only cared about what I was about to do to them.
“Or else what? If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get,” I said, throwing my bag to the floor and entering a defensive stance.
Thankfully, in my previous life, I took some self-defense classes when I had my free time, so defending myself from two bullies wouldn’t be so hard.
At first, the bullies were surprised at my newfound courage, but then they started to approach me as they mumbled to each other.
‘That’s right, come at me. I’ll make my life what I always wanted it to be, I’ll get whatever I want, and I’ll make my enemies suffer. Starting with you two.’
I readied myself for battle as I let this newfound rage take over me.
‘Let my new story begin!’
I squared my shoulders, staring at the two bullies who once made my life miserable. The alley felt tighter, and the dim light flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows as if nature itself anticipated the showdown. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, but this time, it wasn't the rapid pulse of fear. It was a rhythm echoing newfound resolve.The leader of the duo, a broad-shouldered guy with a menacing smirk, stepped forward. "So, what’s this, heh? Malcolm suddenly thinks he can fight back? Well, think again, pal. There’s two of us and only one of you." His accomplice chuckled, cracking his knuckles.I clenched my fists, my palms sweaty but unyielding. "I'm not the same person you used to bully," I snapped back, the words escaping my lips with a confidence I never knew I possessed.The bullies exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. "Enough talk. Give us your money if you know what's good for you," the leader snarled.I merely stared back coldly, my focus unwavering. "
I squinted my eyes as the rays of sunlight creeped through my curtains hitting my face, illuminating my room as I stirred awake. It was time to face reality –all this was not a dream. I reached for my phone on the shelf as I felt it vibrating, realizing that I’d gotten a text from none other than my father.His text stated thus: "Remember, Malcolm, use your allowance wisely."‘As cold as ever,’ I thought.I blinked my eyes to try to get the remnants of sleep away. Checking the calendar, It was a new month, the date being the 17th of August 2002 and there, staring back at me, were the stark numbers. 49 days until my final entrance exam into Columbia university– just a bit over a month and a half. The responsibility weighed down on my shoulders , and I was brutally reminded of the task ahead.I directed my attention back to my phone as my allowance had been sent, my fingers swiping across the screen."$10,000," it read.An amount that would seem like a lot to the average student bu
Logan sat in the bustling, ever busy office of Hudson Investments, going through social media on his phone as he sat in his booth sipping his coffee during his lunch break.He was living the life of a basic stock broker, sitting in his stall each day, waiting for a job from potential clients.“Sigh, I never have anything to do, look what getting that degree got me , a crappy life stacked with debt with no friends, family, and as usual horrible bosses,” he said in a tired voice.His life wasn’t the perfect spectacle that most people would imagine as though he was an office worker and worked for *Hudson investments*, a financial giant at the time, he was experiencing a financial crisis.He was in debt, a lot of debt and had no active income that he would make use of to clear his bills.The stock market's unpredictable dance had kept everyone on their toes and actively expecting its next fluctuations, and even in these moments of constant anxiety, the air was charged with anticipation.L
As I sat alone in my lonely apartment, I embraced the solitude of my room as my mind began to dance around my memories and thoughts of my past life.I could vividly recall who Logan was and the significance he held in my past life. He was a stock broker and my friend, in fact my only friend.He was genuinely a good person, but he’d made a lot of bad choices and financial misjudgments here and there which caused him to rack up a large amount of debt, a lot of debt which he had no active source of income to pay back with.You could say that the major prerequisite of our friendship was the fact that we both had financial issues and lived crappy lives, and Logan, my friend, became my intricate guide into the world of stocks and the possibilities it presented. And he was probably my main drive toward my passion for stocks in my past life. I threw myself into studying how it functioned, the fluctuations in the rates and I knew the most profitable investments at that time.I was practically
I increased my pace as I hurried to class, I was late. ‘I spent too much time playing around, I shouldn’t let this happen often’ I thought to myself.The large lecture hall was filled to the brim with other students attending the cram school and buzzed with anticipation, one could easily notice the conversations between students and shuffling of papers all coming together to create the sense of harmony that was university life.Each step I took, my heart felt heavy as I realized that classes had already started, meaning I would basically have to avoid the stares of every single student and face the unnecessary attention given to me by the lecturer who felt like she had this obligation to look after me as I opened and walked through the large doors of the lecture hall.I honestly couldn’t care less at that point and as I walked into the lecture hall, the large doors creaking loudly as I pushed them open, an uneasy silence fell across the classroom as everyone stopped their conversing
Fast forward to a week later, and I'm in the gym, getting my grind on.This is how I'd been living my life for the past week. I'd wake up, go to the gym for a workout, take my self-defense classes, go home, do some research on stocks, and then prepare for cram school for the rest of the day.My schedule wasn't all too versatile, and I was content with it as I had enough time for myself and for my goals.After finishing my sets, I went to the restroom to take a small break. Looking in the mirror, I was impressed with the amount of progress I'd made. It had been about 4 weeks, so I wasn't expecting anything too much, but I was finally gaining some weight and coming out of my lanky frame.This was good; I'd keep this up and continue to monitor my progress."Okay, it's back to the grind, I guess," I thought as I finally left the restroom.I was on my way to resume my sets when I noticed another guy working out on my spot. "Bro probably doesn't understand gym culture; well, I might as well
I got home that day more furious than ever. This was the first time I’d tasted defeat since my regression, and trust me, I didn’t like the feeling. I sent a message to my tutor and called in sick without going into too much detail.I was in no mood for class as all I had on my mind was revenge, and the rage I felt kept increasing by the minute.The rest of the day went on as a blur, and nighttime came calling pretty quickly. I lay on my bed, dejected. I tried closing my eyes to sleep, but it didn’t work.I’d practically wasted the day away. I didn’t go to class, I made no research on stocks and other money-making prospects, and I also missed my self-defense and martial arts session for that day.I was mad at myself for letting my bad experience at the gym put a wedge on my goal progression, but I just couldn’t help it.When I finally came to and realized I had wasted the whole day complaining like an angered baby, I chastised myself.Whenever a problem presents itself, instead of acce
I woke up with terrible eye bags the next day. My discovery of the SP shop and the possibilities I could obtain from it kept me up almost all night, and I paid the consequences now.I had the gym in a couple of minutes, so I had to get prepared. Once again, I felt like I was dreaming; it was all too good to be true. The SP shop provided a wide range of abilities that even made the gym secondary.The abilities section of the SP shop was just a fraction of what it actually contained. Using SP, you could upgrade physical attributes, height, attractiveness, sex appeal, hair – it was all there.I could also upgrade my stamina, my speed to run faster, my intelligence, my luck, by just farming SP.I could purchase any material item I wanted; it was just all too much.I realized I shouldn’t have been relying on the system too much because I didn’t know its origin, and it was still a mystery I was far from uncovering.But for now, I would maximize it to its full potential and begin my SP grind