1 City of Beginnings, Genesis

In a City's Plaza.

A passerby walk towards a certain boy, talk to him, asking him a question.

"You're from another world, right?"

The kid who were standing straight in the middle of the plaza, gazing into thin air. Feeling like, he had done this before. Is this what 'Déjà vu' felt like? Even he doesn't know if it is the right word of describing what he's feeling right now.

The kid who were standing in the middle of the plaza, slowly blink his eyes before realizing that the passerby's words were directed at him.

"Wh-, what?" the kid stuttered at his words, clearly fluster on what was going on.

"Tsk, tsk! Kid I understand that you're confusions, and can't clearly respond on my questions, but you need to always know that you have to be careful and alert at all times. Otherworlders like you are common here, but it doesn't mean that this City will treat you kindly" the passerby click his tongue, nodding in understanding at the kid's confusion, he then followed up with advice to the kid's confused face.

"No way..."

Confuse and disbelief run through the kid's mind. Attempting to re collect through his memories, but his attempt was received and resulted by barrage of assault headache.

The kid's body dropped, groaning.

The man that talk the kid was flustered by his actions and offered his hand to him for a support.

"What's wrong!? Are you sick?"

"Ah...no. It's just a mild headache" The kid answered the man's worries while clutching his head with both of his hands.

Memories that had been previously can't be collect or locked away flooded his mind. The kid gasped loudly, as he took a deep breath of air, as his body began to tremble.

"Genesis?"

"Huh? What? I thought you were an Otherworlder?" said the man in bewilderment voice, his face was plastered with confusion as the kid murmured the City he was at right now.

The City where it all begins, the City of Beginnings. The City where the summoned Otherworlders first arrived at.

In a game Vincent previous world have, it can be described and called Newbie Village, or a place where level 1 players arrived.

"What in the world just happened to me...?" The kid blankly stared down at his hands, which becomes small. All the callouses that should have been formed by practicing, were all gone, and but replaced with tender and soft palm. The kid clenched his hand and saw that it lack or don't have that much strength. Looking around It wasn't just his palm that had change. His line of sight was lower than usual, meaning that he had become shorter. The kid then hastily raised his hands and rubbed his face checking it out, rubbing his face.

His two tender palms came into contact with nothing but soft, and smooth skin. The beard that had protruding on his face, were all gone.

He immediately grab the end of his t shirt, lifting it up. The kid gaze at his stomach and saw nothing, no defined abs, and no messy scars.

"Are you sure you're alright?" The man ask the kid, looking at the kid weird action, asking him with genuinely concerned on his voice, as he could see the kid who have been standing like a fool, suddenly doing dumb things like touching his face and looking at his stomach with shock expression.

"What year is it right now?" the kid ask the man.

"What?"

"In the Pangaea Calendar, what year is it?"

"1290..."

The man was confused at the kid's weird behavior, but in the end, he answers the kid question.

'1290 Pangaea'.

The time he got summoned. There was no doubt about it now. He had returned to the past.

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Pangaea. He himself got no idea about this world, this crazy and vicious world.

However, this world summoned various people from all kinds of dimensions, parallel or not.

The people of this world, Pangaea called them 'Otherworlders'.

Before he got summoned, Vincent Anderson was an ordinary Modern Person, he was from the world called Earth. Then suddenly, he got summoned to this world without any f*cking reason, that's how unreasonable this world truly is.

[Job: None]

15 years ago, when he got summoned as an Otherworlder to the world of Pangaea. He got the most worthless job, which is none, that's the job bestowed upon him. None, meaning that he was a blank pages, able to learn anything with a special growth bonus. In a way, it was a 'fair' rule that Pangaea gives. Since some had trained Martial Arts long ago before they got summoned, and others know and train in Magic.

It all sounds good in the beginning, but in reality, they have none.

They haven't trained themselves in Martial Arts nor did they study Magic in the past. If they hadn't been summoned to Pangaea, they would've been destined to live normal lives without knowing and obtaining, regarding the existence of such skills and techniques.

In short, they referred to as absolutely normal, mediocre. But, being normal in this world where magic and martial arts reign supreme is a death sentence.

Before he returned to the past, Vincent survived for over 15 years on Pangaea, jobless. He didn't show any outstanding skills and abilities, yet he'd proved himself not to be taken lightly.

Nevertheless, he died.

It was an insignificant death.

Vincent mused over the cause of his death as he leaned against the wall of an alleyway. Yes! It was a worthless and cheap death. As long as you started jobless, your limits had been set in stone. No matter how much of a blank page you are, possessing the ability to learn any Skills and Techniques, how could you learn it when there wasn't anything to learn in the first place?

Some people who were summoned to Pangaea, have full grasp of their unrivalled martial techniques. And even some people started possessing first-rate magical abilities. But him a normal person, mediocre at best, without any real talent and learned abilities to speak of, started on a fundamentally different level compared to them.

Even if they all have started at the same city, Genesis. Vincent with a jobless fought low-class monsters desperately, while attempting not to die in the process, while others walks around on this low class monsters slaughtering it left and right.

'Returnees Time Stone'

He tried to recall, on what is it on his previous memories. He was certain that he had heard such a phrase before.

'No way'.

A memory flickered brightly on his head. It was regarding a dungeon he had encountered and entered once while counting how lucky he is, at that time.

Ironically, Vincent meet his death at that very dungeon. The vivid disappointment he felt when he opened the first treasure box he got inside the dungeon, and found nothing but a small rock, a stone.

Nothing had happened even when he tried using 'Appraisal'. He had even thought of throwing it away, but later decided to keep it and show it to a professional Appraiser in the City, hoping for a different result. A better result.

'Returnees Time Stone...!'

'Haha! I thought It was a sh*tty start, but turned out that all the luck I accumulated this past 15 years living in this hellhole, are all in that box, the 'Returnees Stone'.

The memories of his previous life were becoming clearer and clearer in each passing seconds.

['Returnees Time Stone' can't be activated again]

That lucid voice remained vivid on his mind. Which meant that him returning to his past life was a stroke of luck, on which the goddess of fortune had finally smiled on him for the first and last time.

'Status'

Vincent called out on his mind.

[Status]

[Name: Vincent Anderson

Job: None

Skill(s): None]

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The unsurprising and unrealistic expectation he had were shattered. He managed to return to Pangaea 15 years in the past, but that was it. Nothing had changed, neither did his occupation change nor did he gain any skills.

'What's important is the fact that I came back to the past and survived on that sh*tty dungeon' Shaking his bad thoughts, Vincent decided to look at it positively. The fact that he didn't die inside the dungeon, giving him the chance to returned to his past, that alone was enough.

Vincent gathered his thoughts.

Skills and Techniques that he possessed from his past life? Nothing but low class skills. Those idiots who possess unparalleled martial arts and magic skills rarely taught others of their Techniques. And whatever comes up containing martial arts that popped up once in a while were far too expensive for Vincent, and that went for magic skills as well.

That being the case, the skills that Vincent was able to learn in his past life were all within the limits of what he can afford. Third and Second-rate, skills at best. They were skills that he had taught himself 'arduously' over the span of 15 years, and nothing but felt no regrets over their disappearance. Surely! I'm not kidding.

He actually preferred his current state as a renewed blank page without any learned skills.

The 15 years worth of memories and experiences from Vincent's previous life, not all of them were clear, but he still remembered the events worth remembering off.

"Hey! You alright kid?"

The man who had assisted Vincent to lie against a wall and leaned over him. Vincent lifted himself up and bowed slightly. City of Genesis. Like the man had said, this city was where all the otherworlders initially arrived at, but it wasn't a kind city to the likes of them.

That's why Vincent felt a sense of gratitude towards the man. Even though he was aware that Vincent was an otherworlder, he at least showed him a minimal amount of hospitality.

"I'm alright."

"That's good. Here you go. I brought you some water."

Smiling over, the man handed Vincent a bottle of water, which he accepted it with both hands, while saying. "Thank you"

"No problem. People gotta help each other out right. You're 'jobless' right?

Ask the man which Vincent admitted it with a nod.

"I could tell when I saw you. You know, without a job it will be hard to adjust here. You will be going through some tough and difficult times"

The man looked at Vincent with pity on his eyes, it was a common attitude towards the like of Vincent, jobless. As they were hopelessly unprepared, it would take a near miracle for 'jobless' like Vincent to survive on this godforsaken world of Pangaea.

"You're right." Vincent murmured as he brought the bottle close to his lips.

This time around, Vincent gave thanks for the intact memories of his previous life. The 'experience' that previous Vincent held on would become a powerful weapon, especially for 'these kinds of moments'.

There was a faint, fishy smell coming from the water that the man gives, that he would otherwise not have noticed if not for his cautious mind. However, at first it was only a suspicion towards the man, but now...

He opened his lips slightly to let a small amount of water to slid down.

But It was stopped from coming down to his throat and halted against the edge of his tongue. It was fine, though, as long as he didn't swallow it, the poison would have no effect. Like this guy, It had gotten the best of him for plenty times on the first year he steps on this city and learned the way to survive on the next year or so.

"Pfft!" Vincent spat out the water he had been holding on in his mouth, landing clearly at the man's face. The man, who had been eagerly waiting for Vincent to drink the water, was startled at the sudden movement of Vincent and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

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"What!"

The Otherworlders that make a sudden arrival in the City are easy prey for its residents, especially for people who don't have a job, 'jobless' who have no skills and experience to speak of, but that's for the others, and Vincent is no beginner.

What if he had successfully got swindled and drank the water? His body would have been paralyzed. And then what will happen next? He might have been sold to a Dark Mage or a Slave Traders.

It wouldn't be good end for him but of course if only he drank it.

"Wha- what are you doing!?"

"Same with you! What are you doing!?"

There were the lesson he had learned while living in this harsh world for 15 years.

'Never trust anyone readily'.

Vincent is not saying that to all the Otherworlders who come from all kinds of dimensions and places are bad people. But it definitely does not mean that they're all good.

This place is filled with idiots who place their interests above the others, stabbing others in the back if you just let your guard down for a second.

The man was crying painfully, as the poison of paralysis had gotten to his eyes. Nothing deadly will happen, but it would have been impossible for him to open his eyes anytime soon.

Vincent clenched his fists and charged at full force towards the man.

Even though he possessed no skills, his past experiences made it possible for him to currently use his body aggressively. It was a pitiful thing, the body from 15 years back then was weak and new to any violent that Vincent would have experience starting now.

He punched the man's neck, and made a dull thud sound, the man's opened his open in pain. Then Vincent followed up by lifting his feet and stumping it to the man's groin.

"Ahhhhh" the man cried out painfully, his voice crackling loud like a pig.

Although the strength of a kid was pretty feeble, one clean hit on a man's balls was enough to bring him down. His balls might have exploded from the stump, but Vincent couldn't care less what so ever. He then followed up again with a hard kick at the man's head.

Puchi~

Blood spurted out from the man's mouth.

Vincent viciously kicked the man's head a few more times before stopping himself. Gasping for air violently a few times, tired. Even this bit of movement tired out his current body.

"What a f*ck up city." He spat out through his ragged breath, rummaging through the unconscious man's clothes finding a hidden dagger on the man's waist and some money. It wasn't much of a loot, but it would do for the time being.

Wait?

Hold on!

Vincent thought for a minute whether he should let the man live or not, but the answer is clear as day. No! He will kill the man, because if not, troublesome thing will happen if he come back for revenge.

The Vincent of 15 years was no newbie, he was familiar by the word 'murder'. Vincent at this time was only a normal 15-year-old kid, whose only experience was killing small things like ants and flies. And that's the mental weakness that 'jobless' people most off have.

But this mental weakness was drive away from Vincent long time ago.

Without any hesitation, Vincent stabbed the man's chest, viciously stabbing through the man's heart.

It was less trouble for some things to look forward for.