A Fresh Start

"Are you the one who created all of this?"

"Yes."

"What are you?"

"Someone who creates."

"Who are you?"

"You won't remember even if I tell you."

"Why?"

"You just can't. Now, let me ask you. Who are you?"

"I don't know..."

"Good. Let me answer it for you. You were the Keeper."

"The Keeper?"

"Yes. But, you are now the Destroyer. Now go, do whatever you want for you can't exist anymore after this one."

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The first thing I saw after the seemingly endless darkness was a computer screen displaying a game interface. The moment I saw the shape and design of the computer in front of me, I knew that it was not the world I used to live in.

Still not sure though, until the date on the computer and the calendar hanging above the computer proved it. June 8, 2030.

"2030… Am I traveling 7 years to the future?"

The year before I strangely sat in front of a computer desk was 2023. At that time, I was…

I was…

"What was I doing before I came here?"

My mind was foggy. I couldn't remember what I did exactly before coming here.

I shook my head. "Well, that doesn't matter..."

Yeah, it didn't matter. Better looking for clues of where I was right now. The first clue was that it was the year 2030. And the second clue was…

"A messy room?"

Wow, so messy. Looking at this place made me think that mine wasn't that bad. Clothes and many other things were scattered in the room. What was going on?

I put my hands on my hips; I feel like my hips have become smaller, and I realized that something was wrong with my body. I quickly ran toward the mirror.

"Huh?!" 

I was shocked when I saw my reflection in the mirror. 

"Is that me?!"

When I looked at the mirror, it wasn't my face reflected in the mirror, but someone else.

The jet black hair was the same as mine, and also the eyes; his eyes were darker and blacker than mine, it was as if I was staring through the endless deep void. If I was to mention what was the difference, it was that this guy a better looking than I was. He still looked like an attractive person even with his messy, uncombed hair.

Should I feel glad or jealous about this? I was glad that now he was me. But, I was jealous that he looked better than me–my previous self. It looked like I was seeing my younger self.

I fell backward when I was taking a step back without knowing that there was a glass bottle; I slipped as a result of stepping on it.

"Ow!" I groaned, my ass was hurting so bad. 

I gently rubbed the sore spot while kicking the bottle. Surprisingly, it didn't break even though it was made from glass.

"Fvck you!"

A blue window panel, the one that looked like in a game, especially RPG, appeared above the lotion bottle I kicked earlier. A status screen.

[Bottle]

That was what was written on the window screen.

I started to ponder about where was I. Was this place—was this world a game's world? An RPG world? If it was, which games was it that was set in 2030?

I couldn't think of one among the game I'd played.

"Oh well, let's just think about it later. This messy room kind of bugging me after all."

People often called me a clean freak because how I couldn't suppress my urge to tidy up things when I saw something was in a mess. Just like this room. But, trust me, I was not that kind of a freak, I just hate it when things were disorganized.

Before anything, I looked for a mask and gloves. And when I was done, it was time to roll!

"This is just the beginning," I smirked behind the mask.

Later…

"Huft… Huft… Huft…"

That was weird.

"Huft…" I gasped for air.

It was really weird.

"Fvck…!"

How did it take me so long just to clean up this house?!

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the softest I'd ever sat on. Gasping heavily, opened my mouth like a fish, trying to recruit as much air as I could to fight this suffocation I felt.

My own body was the culprit of my situation right now. It was untrained. A body that had never touched grass and just sat in front of his computer, then eat, then sleep, and repeat.

If I was to give it a rank. This body's overall abilities were F! Except for his brain. I felt like I could think and remember things easier.

"Oh right… If this is a world inside a game, then…"

"[Status]" As I spoke the word, a window screen popped up in my vision.

Just as I thought!

"Now then, let's take a look at my stats, shall we?"

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>>[Status]<<

Name: Zio Varrez

—> Stats:

Strength: F

Agility: F

Intelligence: C

Stamina: G

Magic: F

Charisma: D

Luck: E

—> Talents:

[Dual Wielding Lv.1]

Users will be able to wield two weapons at once even if their proficiency in said weapons was low. Learning dual-wielding techniques will be easier. Available dual-wielding weapons; Sword

—> Skills: 

[Clairvoyance Lv.1]

Type: Active / Passive

Allow users to acquire information about their targets and detects the undetectable.

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"It's not bad… for a starter."

'Player' was the first term for humans that wielded magic power inside their bodies in my novel. The reason for that was because of the status system that was similar to the RPGs which made people who had those similar to a player or character in a game. But then, it was changed to the Enhanced.

"My stats suck…"

That much was not any different than a normal human, even worse. 

"G-rank stamina… What the fvck is this?! This guy's an old man!"

I was a bit disappointed knowing that. Usually, people who got reincarnated to another world would have overpowered stats or godly or maybe heavenly artifacts and items in their possession the first time they arrived in that world.

But, look at me. Look at me! I had nothing! Well, not really… I still had some useful skills.

My eyes fixed on the other description in my status screen; Talent and Skills. For some reason, the format seemed familiar.

"Dual wielding…"

My talent was dual wielding. It sounded cool the first time you hear it, imagine fighting with swords in each hand, just like in a movie. But, in reality, wielding two swords was much harder. Fortunately, according to its description, it seemed like this talent was some sort of a support tool to learn dual wielding. 

If this was a game… Maybe just having this skill in my character was enough to master dual wielding.

I narrowed my eyes, and this time I looked at the skill I had in my status window.

"... and Clairvoyance."

To my knowledge, Clairvoyance, the one I remembered was a high-ranked superpower based on the user's vision or eyes. According to its description, this skill seemed more like an appraisal and detection skill.

"Ah. Did the status screen appear on top of the bottle earlier because of Clairvoyance?"

I looked at the bottle I kicked again. The same status screen as earlier also appeared again. Then, to satisfy my curiosity, I focused on another object. The computer.

[OctaX 2.0], [Garuda Keyboard], [Garuda Mouse], [Desk].

Several pieces of information popped up above each object I observed. 

It was a bit weird, unfamiliar, and ticklish to my eyes when I used this Clairvoyance. And I didn't know why it felt like I knew how to use a skill. Was it because I played a game?

"The information is too little and vague to call the skill Clairvoyance… This is just an appraisal skill."

I stretched and stood up.

"Well. I've rested enough. Let's continue where I left…"

Click–!

Just as I was about to start mopping the floor, the door was opened.

"I'm home…" A mellow and soft voice made me freeze in place. I'd never thought I'd hear a voice as tranquil as that.

"Eh?"

Long silver hair and eyes the color of ice looking at me in disbelief.

I was nervous. Captivated by her beautiful face and hearty lips that opened up, giving way for air to move in freely.

Who was she?

We both tilted our heads at the same time. But, the one that spoke first was her.

"What are you doing?"

"Mmm… Mopping the floor?" I scratched the back of my neck.

Was I the intruder? Or was she a relative? I wouldn't know unless she talked about it. They both had attractive faces though, one was handsome, and the other was beautiful. It'd be more make sense if she and I were relatives.

"I can see that. But why?"

"Why…? What do you mean?"

She rubbed her nose bridge as she shook her head slowly.

"Nevermind. It's just that, it's been a long time since I saw you doing house chores. Usually, you'd lock up yourself in your room all the time since…" 

She paused midway, biting her hearty lip, and sandwiching it between her canines before continuing. It seemed like she was wondering whether to tell me something or not.

"Anyway, I'm glad, really." She smiled. And not just a smile, that one was sincere.

For some reason, I felt like I want to return her smile, so I did it.

She rolled her uniform sleeve. A uniform that was somehow familiar to me.

"If you're doing it. Then, let me help you. It's been a long time since this house took a bath."