1 Born with the highest possible difficulty

I woke up in a simple bed and looked around. It's an empty room with some things, there's a backpack, books, a computer, some comics, basic training equipment, nothing special, this is my new home... for the next two months, or fifty-eight days, six hours, and two minutes to be exact.

That's the time limit I can live in one place before it becomes a deadly trap.

I got up and washed my face in the bathroom and looked at my weakly scarlet eyes in the mirror, I've had them since birth and it's something very strange in this world... maybe it's related to my situation, I don't know.

I changed clothes, took a wooden board by the door and went to the kitchen...

Crash

The glass of the living room window broke for some reason, I used the wooden board to block the glass without even turning towards the window, "This time it was a window... eh". Maybe this is strange for someone else that this inexplicable event happened, but there's a reason; at least it was the only reason I found after living like this for years.

-This world hates me-

I don't say this in a figurative, poetic, theoretical, philosophical or any way that makes me look dramatic. I literally hate me so much that it constantly tries to kill me. It wasn't always like this, or better said, it wasn't to this extent.

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It all started with simple bad luck; when I was a child, the worst I suffered was falls on the floor and things like that. Over time, everything got worse; when I turned thirteen, a car tried to run me over for the first time.

The world is very creative when it comes to attacking me, but it always follows logic, it uses things like accidents or almost miraculous events to try to kill me.

Well, after surviving the morning's attempt, things will be relatively calm until after twelve o'clock.

Scene Change

Walking down the street on my way to my beloved job (sarcasm), my phone rang, without even looking I understood. "This is a distraction...". I got on alert, left, right, the ground, the sky from somewhere it will come...

"UP!", I shouted while looking at the sky.

A three-meter sign above the building I was passing broke and fell. The sign made no noise when it broke, so if I had been distracted with my phone, I would have been dead; I quickly moved away a few meters.

Crash

I looked at the shattered sign and at the people shouting and running. "It's not over yet." My instinct was refined over the years, so I can instinctively feel their intention... the intention of death, the world is not so kind as to stop with one attempt.

A man came out of an alley shouting incoherently... I looked into his eyes, I saw that this man was drugged.

"Ahkjafggg! Ahhh I am salvation!!" He tried to stab my stomach without hesitation.

"..." Without speaking or changing expression I sighed, I am used to these situations.

I took off my backpack and threw it, with a solid and heavy blow the man fell to the ground. My backpack had several bricks, I carry it for cases like these.

"Ahhhh!!", The man screamed on the ground; some bone must have broken.

It was two attempts to kill me... I should be safe until after eight o'clock... but I was wrong. I crossed the street and a truck horn sounded near me.

Again?

It's the fifth time it tries this way; the world has a taste for trying to run me over with a truck.

"Watch out!"

"No!!"

The people around me screamed, but I didn't even look at the truck and continued walking... of course this is only possible because it is a truck, if it were a sports car I would have jumped. Many people who are run over by trucks are because they freeze when they see them, if they keep walking they wouldn't even touch them.

After two steps the truck passed behind me at a high speed, the people were still agitated and even some gentlemen scolded me for carelessness but I ignored them. How do you explain that if I had run the truck would have turned and chased me.

"The third time... eh". It's strange that the world tries three times in a row; but it happened.

Scene change

"Good that you came, we were missing one more man!"

A blond-haired (dyed) guy greeted me outside a restaurant. What was his name?, it doesn't matter, I'll ask later; it's already eight o'clock and today's last attempt to kill me is near...

The world is cruel, but strangely polite; In the morning it's always a direct and simple attempt, easy to avoid, almost seems like it just wants to hurt me; seeing it from another perspective perhaps the world wants me to suffer... although that would be too fruity.

After noon it's always exaggerated attempts and easy to identify; accidents that cause a lot of damage like explosions and crashes, miraculously nobody dies with that... obviously my only target is me.

Still, the real danger is at night. At that time the world is always discreet; it is always insidious, malicious and very subtle; it is excessively difficult...

I sat down at the big table. I looked at the group of young people my age, ready to look for a partner in this blind date... three girls and three guys including me... what am I doing here?

"Hahaha! It's true the idiot dirtied the pool and the director went crazy!", the blond-haired guy seems very charismatic, he's a good guy; even if he's just an acquaintance of mine.

It's true, I owe this guy a favor. That's why I agreed to come to this blind date. No matter, I'll just go with the flow and enjoy the free food. Besides, I'd like to talk to someone for a change.

"To begin with, it was your fault for challenging him to do it," I said with disdain and mockery to the guy with dyed hair.

"Shhhh don't say that out loud!!, he has me marked, one more joke and I'm expelled!!", the guy looked at me in terror.

Hahaha!

Everyone laughed at him, including me, thinking about it these moments are a luxury for me and I should have a good time if possible. I'm aware that it's better to hide in a bunker, but is that life?

So I decided to try to live and not just survive, even if that means putting myself in danger. Besides, I don't want to sound arrogant but my situation doesn't scare me much. In fact, I feel strangely calm, I've always felt this way, others may have gone crazy.

Maybe I'm abnormal...

The time passed and one of the girls stood up. "Excuse me, I have to go now". She didn't give an explanation, she just left everyone confused.

!!!

In my case the situation was different, upon seeing this my senses went on high alert; Don't be confused, I'm always alert and tense even if I don't seem to be, but this chill down my spine is like a sixth sense that warns me of its presence; the presence of the world, perhaps destiny, perhaps it's God or the devil or maybe it's death...

I don't know, but it's here...

"..."

As I feel the slightest change around me, the instinct that I have been cultivating since I was young is activated to the maximum, although my mind remains calm.

"It's coming... whatever it is, its presence floods the place... it's frightening to feel watched... is it death, fate?, the world?, God? or perhaps all of them I would like to know, but it doesn't really matter.

In the past, it wasn't so extreme, I had a relatively normal childhood, the world increased the danger of its attacks as the years went by and now they are literally attempts to kill me.

Ceiling?

Floor?

People?

Objects?

Impossibilities?

Miracles?

An unexpected accident?

Something?

Someone?

What form will you take to kill me, my enemy?

Look at everything, analyze everything, predict everything, think, improvise, never stop thinking and survive. I tell myself that while keeping calm.

A click made my mind snap when I understood a detail. "The girl..."

"Hm? Is something wrong, friend?" The guy next to me looked at me confused.

"The girl who left... who was she?" I commented in a low and serious tone, but without being rude.

"Oh ho~ are you interested in Ellie?, she's a simple girl who likes books and dreams of having a medical degree", his words gave me the piece I need to understand what death is trying this time. The doctor left?!

"Guk". I feel bad suddenly, my throat closes, I can't breathe!!. Curse, I was a step too late.

I looked at my food, it had peanut cream, but I'm not allergic. Now that I remember, I heard that it's possible to develop allergies out of nowhere, but this is ridiculous!!!.

No... I must say, well played world...

It always prepared me in advance for each battle, I trained to never lose my calm in every situation, even with serious injuries I am able to move because I know if I stop I will die, I torture myself to be able to sleep semi-consciously... I turned every gram of survival possibility into my innate attribute thanks to all that I was able to survive for years to its attempts to murder.

I obtained resistance to poison. To toxins; with all that it implies doing that madness. To pain; physically and mentally... I have been fighting against the unjust world since I was born.

But what do I do in this situation?, how do you train against an allergy that you don't have?. It was too unexpected,. too brilliant.

I didn't have time to breathe deeply, at this rate in a minute I will be unconscious. Keep calm...

I looked at the guy with dyed hair who was hitting my back thinking something was choking me...

Think, think, don't stop your thoughts... be creative,.survive... win.

I looked at the waiter, he had a pen I took it from him and wrote on a napkin. When they saw what I wrote, everyone shouted.

"Peanut allergy!!"

"CALL AN AMBULANCE!!"

"..."

"Is there a doctor?!

"Call Ellie!!"

"I try but she doesn't answer!!"

Sh*t, it's true world you prepared everything well. Help won't arrive in time, and if there's a chance that someone will make it, "something" will miraculously delay them; analyze.

Well, I have a plan...

I ran to the parking lot... movement in this situation is deadly, but I have an emergency team in my Jeep. I bring all sorts of tools, antidotes, medicine anything that helps in different situations.

"Where are you going?!"

Many people shouted, but I ran with adrenaline maybe I can challenge Bolt in a race. People are not to blame, even if someone tries to help me, the world will prevent me from doing something.

In the end, I can only rely on myself...

I arrived at the Jeep, but my consciousness was at the limit I could no longer hold on and I fell, the Jeep had been moved to the farthest part of the parking lot; Cursed.

Is that it?

People don't die from lack of air so quickly, but in my case, all the disadvantages wounds and dangers are amplified in an unnatural way... so I'll probably die quickly.

Well played wolf you got me...

I never knew why you hated me this much world... I guess I'll never know...

I feel weak... it's unpleasant how my body's functions are disconnecting; I was right I'm dying quickly...

I've never felt so weak...

The face of my grandparents who raised me kindly until their death came to mind. They never told me who my mother and father were.

From what I could investigate, my mother was a hermit woman who never socialized much, she just locked herself in her house. My grandmother was her servant and she decided to raise me as her grandson.

My mother lived in a isolated mansion, it's strange that her records before a few years before I was born don't exist, she just appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe she was a spy and the government hid all her information...

It doesn't matter....

I admit I'm upset...

What upsets me? My death?

No... that's not it... I already knew I would die young... it's something else that upsets me...

Me...

Me?.....

'I don't want to lose'...

My heart stopped... my cells died every second, with the last thread of consciousness, my only regret was the fact that I lost against the wolf who wanted to kill me... what nonsense.

This is your victory... hahaha... Hm? it's true I'm laughing, why am I laughing?.

That's right, it was always like that!, from the beginning I never saw my situation as a tragedy or injustice... for me the world... is an opponent... an enemy, My Last Boss!...

I always saw this as a long battle between us, a mortal dance where neither of us surrendered.

A normal human without power, luck, or the slightest support from fate, against the world, a story epic worth remembering!...

It's a beautiful story... But!. I hate losing like this... it's too soon!.

That's right!!, we haven't finished yet, wolf!!

I refuse this outcome!!!

But what can I do?, I have nothing... I can't think of anything...

....

No, wait there's something...

There's something, I can feel something...

There's something in my hand....

I can't feel it physically because my body is technically dead... but there's something...

What is it?

Ah, it is, the waiter's pen!...

I unconsciously brought it with me!

!!!!

My heart had stopped...

My lungs weren't moving...

But I was still alive.... just by force of will...

My hand moved in some way... and with an impossible strength for a corpse, I stabbed my throat. I barely managed to remove the inside of the pen and I could breathe.

"Shhhh!", the hole sounded in my throat giving me life... I never felt that breathing was such an invaluable treasure until now.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

My victory!!!