I want to isekai again!

Negut looked at the information board and sighed in frustration.

According to the history of this world, after the safe zones entered a stable period, researchers and survivors introduced a system for talents and classes.

The lowest ranks are F, D, C, B, A... and the highest is S. Naturally, the higher the rank of talent or profession, the higher the maximum level that Survivor can achieve.

Currently, only seven people possess S-rank talents and classes, and of course, their levels and statuses are extremely noble.

Three of these seven are the emperors of the three largest empires today.

Based on the memories of the 'old Negut,' Negut knew that with an F-rank talent and profession, the highest level he could reach was... 15.

If his father supported him, using the best and most precious resources, he could reach level 20 or even level 25.

But that was his limit.

This world was already divided into two types of people: survivors and ordinary people.

However, among the survivors, there were also genius survivors and ordinary survivors.

Negut frowned; he felt that the system he possessed had only a few functions. How could he survive past the 30th day like this?

"System, can you do anything else? At least you should provide me with some support. How can I resist the protagonist like this?"

[Ding! To unlock new functions or receive rewards, please survive the first event.]

"The first event?" Negut frowned, remembering the time the system had notified him he would die: "Could it be... the first event will happen after 30 days?"

"And in that event, I will die?" Negut muttered.

He tried to search through the memories, but the memories left by the 'old Negut' were incomplete. After all, he had just arrived in this world and taken over the 'old Negut's' body, and there was too much information for him to digest all at once.

Negut shook his head and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, and began to organise the information he had received so far.

"AAA!!!" Negut suddenly screamed: "Damn it! I can't find any way to escape this damn 'Death End.'"

He ruffled his hair, feeling extremely uncomfortable and desperate. Suddenly, he thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "Ah! I can leave this city."

"That's right, I can run away. After all, the protagonist can only operate in this area; for now, he can't go far. As long as I run to another city or another empire, I'll be fine."

"Then I'll hide in a safe place, wait for the event to end, and I can continue living."

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang. Negut frowned when he saw the name displayed on the phone screen.

"Father" 

He felt a bit worried. After all, he was not the real Negut in this world; if his 'father' found out, he might be killed and burnt to ashes.

Negut tried to remember how the 'old Negut' spoke, took a deep breath, then pressed 'Accept call.'

"Father! You..."

"I heard you were beaten. Are you seriously injured?" The voice of a middle-aged man rang out. Although the voice did not show much emotion, Negut could feel the worry in it.

Negut felt a bit touched.

In fact, in his previous life, he was an orphan. Because he didn't know how to please adults, no one wanted to adopt him.

When he was eighteen, he was kicked out of the orphanage, finding his own way to survive.

Therefore, when someone worried and cared about him, he felt very touched, as if he had a real family.

"Father! I'm fine."

"That's good." His father's voice sounded a bit relieved: "I called you because there's something important to tell you. In the near future, you must not leave this city; otherwise, even Uncle Wells won't be able to protect you."

Negut: "..."

'What the hell?' He cursed inwardly: 'I just thought about running away, and my father called to forbid me from leaving the city.'

'Could it be... the system wants me to stay in this city and face the upcoming event?'

Negut felt extremely frustrated and desperate; he sighed deeply and said: "Is there something wrong, Father?"

"You don't need to know. You just need to know that... if you stay in this city, you will be safe; if you leave this place... I can't protect you."

Negut took a deep breath, feeling a bit worried and scared. It must be known that his father was the governor, a level 89 survivor. More precisely, his father was a weapon capable of destroying an entire city in human form.

However, his father said he couldn't protect him if he left the city, which meant something terrible was about to happen.

Negut held his forehead and tiredly replied: "I understand, father."

"Good! If you need anything, just tell Uncle Wells; he will provide everything for you." Negut's father said: "In the near future, don't cause any trouble and stay quiet, understand?"

"Uhm!"

After that, his father ended the call, and he sat on the bed, his eyes filled with despair as he looked at the ceiling.

'Could it be... I am destined to die?'

Negut felt this was the worst isekai in human history. All paths to survival were blocked, and the gift from the system didn't help him much.

After a while, Negut sighed and muttered, "Alright. I can't be this hopeless. Maybe... there is still a way for me to live."

"Go to the academy; meet that girl and Alec; I need to know the current situation and what event is about to happen."

"At least... until then, I can find a way to resist."

Negut stood up, changed clothes, and then left the room.

"Young master!"

"Ack! Uncle Wells." Negut was startled when he saw Uncle Wells waiting for him as soon as he left his room.

He was a middle-aged man, his hair neatly combed back and a strong body hidden under a butler's outfit.

However, few knew that Uncle Wells was a Survivor with the Knight class and that he was at level 49.

This level was enough for Uncle Wells to request a high title from the government, with the right to establish a new safe zone and become a king in that land.

But Uncle Wells didn't do that; he decided to stay with Negut's family, serving as an ordinary servant.

A person capable of becoming a king in a new land willingly served Negut. This was enough to show the terrifying power and vastness of this family.

"Young master, I fear you have forgotten what you need to do today," Uncle Wells respectfully said.

Negut frowned, trying to search his memory to recall what he was supposed to do today. However, he still couldn't remember his plans.

"Ah! Uncle Wells, I drank a bit too much yesterday, so my head is still dizzy, and I forgot what I was supposed to do today." Negut pretended to hold his forehead, finding an excuse.

Wells frowned at him for a long moment, then asked, "Young master, did you drink alcohol?"

"Ack! I…" Negut stammered.

"Young master, I know being beaten by others is hard to accept, but you don't need to despair and blame yourself like this," Wells sighed.

"Everyone is born without the ability to choose their fate. You are the same; don't let your lack of talent make you despair."

"At least, you still have your parents, and they can help you live a carefree life."

Negut: "..."

"Ack! This… Uncle Wells, I understand. But my head hurts so much, I still can't remember what I need to do today," Negut forced a smile and said.

"Young master, today you will give flowers to Miss Selvia. I have prepared the flowers in the car."

"Flowers?!" Negut was confused, so he then went to the garage. This place was indeed very luxurious, with countless cars placed inside, making him startled.

It must be known that although safe zones have been established for quite some time, gasoline-powered cars are still extremely valuable because oil extraction has become incredibly difficult.

Although humanity can occupy vast territories on the continent, the ocean remains full of mysteries and horrors, a forbidden area for humanity both in times of peace and apocalypse.

"Young master, over here." Uncle Wells' voice echoed from afar. Although this place was his private garage, it was as spacious as a shopping mall parking lot.

Negut walked towards where Uncle Wells was standing and saw a pink Porsche Taycan 4S, which made his jaw drop.

Even inside the car, on the back seat, were romantic red roses.

Uncle Wells said, "Young master, today is like every other day; you will confess your love to Miss Sylvia."

"What?!" Negut seemed unable to believe his ears, frowning as he asked, "Is this the important matter you mentioned?"

"Yes." Uncle Wells nodded, "Young master, have you forgotten? You said that confessing to Selvia is an extremely important thing you need to do every day."

"Every day, you use 99 roses to confess to her until she agrees."

Negut: "..."

Suddenly, memories of this from the 'old Negut' began to become clearer. Just as Uncle Wells said, it had been three months since Negut first met Sylvia, and every day he brought 99 roses to confess to her.

Most notably... This pink Porsche was also because the 'old Negut' heard that girls like pink, so he used this car to carry the flowers.

'F*ck! I've taken over the body of a simp! I want a redo! I want to be Isekaied again! AAAA!!'