Chapter 3

n/a: if you have any doubts I'm writing in the first person so it will always sound like a monologue and if it sounds like a villain it's not my intention, although I think it's fun like the Toradora anime XD.

PS I don't know the exact US geography or historical events and neither does the mc so don't expect me to start investing in stuff until the mc finds out a bit late, I'll make some stuff up too but hey that's what a fanfic is about right?

[Saturday 2:15 p.m.]

I was together with my parents in a [Flea Store] that we visited to look for "treasures", it was fun, cheap and that's how my parents taught me to negotiate in case I had a difficult future and seeded second, third, or even fourth hand things at some point.

They told me that when they were younger they had a difficult time because they had trusted themselves, going through various moments of need until a stroke of luck came and they got out of need and went to comfort.

Obviously, they said it to me in a childish way and censored several things, but the idea was understood and I just nodded as a child should do, in that in my vision something very interesting is seen, pulling my father's hand pointing towards the place for him to take me, I am ashamed to admit that I acted like a real child and when I managed to see the object a smile of emotion and happiness formed on my face.

After all, it was the man who sold kits for children of all kinds, they looked in good condition and didn't look old... I'm stupid they won't look that old, I practically live in the past.

My monologue aside, there was a much-needed gem kit and the famous uranium science kit, I begged my parents to buy me both, one of the few times I was honestly a kid.

He would unlock many blueprints with the materials he would have obtained from this "children's toy".

Unfortunately (though I'm more than grateful), my parents aren't dumb enough to believe that a uranium toy would be safe, so they flatly refused, but hey, at least they let me have two sets of gems, yeeii.

n/a: thanks to Kickedelm0 for the idea, if anyone has more information from the time that can help me, I would greatly appreciate it.

By the time we got home, I quickly went to my room to open my little treasure, messing around with the first piece and opening it as it should be, I got bored but for a normal child it would be exciting, so I opened the rest of the gem prison leaving me with 24 gems in total.

[ gems:

-7 sodalites

-6 amethysts

-5 quartz

-3 rose quartz

-3 agates]

Not all of them came out, but the most useful ones came out, although I was excited with the sodalite, confusing it with lapis lazuli, when I saw the back of the box of what it could come out of, I was a little disappointed but something is something, I should investigate what each stone does to see its usefulness.

In that, I check the green book in my [Craftsystem] window reviewing what I had unlocked, various weapons and jewels both mundane and magical, and something that would solve my problems with gems and what utilities they will bring, I am talking about a book that I only need a white book and 8 gems of a single type surrounding it...

Damn, I only needed one gem to be able to craft it, a blank book is easy with unused school notebooks and that's it, now I'll have to wait until next month to go buy another kit of gems to create it.

Sighing in defeat, I decided to lie down on my bed and think, I was wondering if I should have stolen the other kits and other useful things that were at the flea fair, but I decided to get those thoughts out of my head, I didn't want to have to resort to that and have kleptomania, I already had it in my past life and it only leads to problems, I don't want to be like those gray protagonists who do everything for "a good reason", there is always a better way to go, it just takes more I make an effort to achieve it, but the question will be, how long will this world take to corrupt me or has it already done so?

After all, I am in some Marvel universe, he will always look for a way to bring you down if you are not prepared enough for it, that's why I must make the portal to the [Overworld] as soon as possible and 90% of my worries will be nothing.

The duality of man, hypocrisy, I thought of those words when I saw an address written down on a piece of paper that I had written in my notebook, it was a gold bank that was 5 trips away by public transport and a diamond jewelry store only 2.

I don't want to, but I must and when I open the portal I'll return it, I'll just borrow it...

That's what I tell myself to convince myself, what I'm doing is wrong anyway, so tonight will be the big day, it'll be like taking out a wet band-aid, very easy, just dig a hole underground, take what is necessary, run away, fill the path and leave.

And I'm not going to raise a flag, I already know you universe!

{Sunday 0:01 a.m.}

Pov 3rd person.

On a night bus, in the back seat, there was a small figure dressed in clothes that made him look edgy, he was dark-skinned and had a black cloth over his face to hide it from the world, after all, no one wants their face if they get caught stealing.

The bus driver looked at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, because it was not the first time he had seen children run away from home at this time of night, some were dangerous and others just had no idea how big the world was, he had tired of trying to help and advise them, most ignored him or insulted him, he was already old so his energies were not the same and he decided not to bother anymore with young people who do not know about life.

Undoubtedly, this older gentleman has experienced many things, but what interests us is our protagonist who was shaking his leg up and down at a rapid pace, showing his impatience and nervousness about what he was going to do soon.

He was forcing himself not to leave the bus and go home to sleep and live his day, but that path would take him to life from being a collateral accident, which was the least he wanted at this moment, he was afraid of dying and he was not arrogant enough to get angry with the feeling, he was a human, it was natural to be afraid of death, although he was transmigrated by a superior being breaking the rule of dying to reincarnate, which still had no experience with death.

And he didn't plan on doing it either, he still didn't know if in this world he would have the ability to reappear in his bed and he didn't want to have matched it anytime soon.

So here he was, someone who was taught to be civil, to follow the right path, and to be kind by nature, planning a robbery is a big step in your life.

So to ease his conscience he plans to pay it x10, by doing more good deeds to ease his guilt, it's selfish and unhealthy, but it's the way he needs to think now to progress.

What a cruel world, you just have to grit your teeth and do what is necessary at critical moments.

He no longer had time to deepen his mind, because his stop had already arrived, in front of him he could only see the bus stop, but on the other street was the bank where the gold was currently located, a smile of reluctance formed on our protagonist, in the blackness of the night and due to the low quality of the streetlights, it was not noticed how an iron pick materialized out of nowhere in his hand and then fell to the ground and disappeared.

The earth had swallowed him.

n/a: testing trying to deepen and shape the protagonist, it's good by nature, but the world requires him to do things he doesn't want, it's not like in Minecraft where you find a village, loot it and leave without worries, I try to give awareness to this protagonist and it's new to me, I don't know what you think, I hope your comments and power stones, thank you!