1: A fu*ked up situation

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"Kimochi warui!!!"

Inside of a certain rundown apartment, a boy could be seen doing some indecent things with his meat stick while staring at the monitor in front of him where a young girl could be seen tortured by a 'Demonic Thing'. The individual had a lewd smile on his face and would let out evil laughs from time to time. The laugh if heard by any child would have left the child with a life ling trauma.

The individual in question was currently enjoying himself with god knows how many lascivious thoughts in his mind. Yet at the height of his excitement...

*Ding*

The sound of notification could be heard. The individual was annoyed since his fun was interrupted but still he, after using a tissue to clean his hand, picked his phone up and look at the notification.

It was from a certain website where he wrote novels to gain some pocket money.

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Sender: xxx@yyy.com

Receiver: Suckmaballs@free.com

We at the main company, after hours upon hours of the meeting, have concluded that the novel you created can and should no longer be shown on the website. Please contact us if you have any questions.

Thank you for your understanding.

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"HUH!!!"

"...the fu*k! How dare they belittle my work of art!"

The individual who now lost all his motivation with anger written all over his face the individual sent a reply.

'How Dare you belittle the original piece of art that I wrote! And besides it is one of the most popular novels on your site.'

Soon a reply came...

It was a message a few pages long as if the sender knew what the individual was about to ask already.

Skimming through it the individual figured out the gist of it as...

"Yes, your novel is popular, but have you even read it yourself? It's terrible, as bad as a novel can get and the only reason the novel is popular is that people are so disgusted by it that they have to try it to know what the epitome of a trashy novel is! And you call that original, even goblins would come up with a better idea! Just how many novels did you copy from our website! Our traffic has decreased by half since you wrote that novel! A person even came to our office a few days ago saying how traumatized he was by your novel and asked for compensation! We even thought of selling your novel to a few third party websites but even they didn't want to buy it! Even the ZZZ website which is famous for being filled with trashy novels rejected your novel! Even Guinness World Record contacted us

and said they want to give you the record for being the worst writer that ever lived!"

Exaggerations aside, the individual was quite angry as well as ashamed with what he had read so far. He didn't know of any way to outlet his anger and humiliation. So guided by his emotions he threw his phone towards the monitor where a woman was still being tormented by the 'Demonic Thing'.

It seems that his luck was at an all-time high. There is a 1.47862×10^-17 possibility of a phone exploding on impact(A/N: Trust me, I did the maths).

*Boom!!!*

An ear numbing explosion rang out in the room followed by the perpetrator of the accident flying across the room and hitting his head on the opposing wall but the individual was still conscious. The individual felt warm fluid trickling down his head. He didn't feel any pain, his mind was strangely calm even though half of his room was on fire with smoke drifting about. It may have been due to a moment of clarity before death or maybe an extraterrestrial power was at play. He, Although being heavily injured, stood up unsteadily he turned towards the door where his neighbours were already gathering and knocking. Reaching the door after an unsteady walk, he opened the lock of the door...

That was his last memory of the whole incident. He could hear gasping and panicked voices all around him but couldn't make out what they were saying properly. His mind was conscious though and had a thought roaming in it.

'Will it start now?'

It was a thought filled with anticipation and rightfully so. He was currently waiting, waiting for an interesting phenomenon to happen. He didn't know where he had read it but he remembered that a person will have a flashback of his whole life before death. 7 min, was the amount of time he would be allocated to have a trip back to his memory lane and see the face of those people who gave him this life yet were so irked by him that they left him in front of an orphanage. Yes, he who was named... what was his name again? Not just his name, his thoughts, he could feel it they were becoming more and more lethargic and then it started... It felt as though time was reversing from his perspective his boring adult life, his high school days, his crush, the shabby Alleyway where they used to flirt, that shabby middle school and that orphanage where he used to be abused by all workers in the name of love and care and then it stopped to the figure of a woman who was very pale and seemed malnourished, she was not beautiful by any means not one bit, with those protruding cheekbones, sunken eyes with large dark circle underneath and a pale sickly body, if anything she looked like a hungry ghost. But for 'Him', this was the sight he wanted to see the most in his life, the face of the one that gave him life. If he ever got to see him he thought that he would be angry and ask why they left him at the orphanage but looking at her, whose face he wanted to imprint on his mind, he knew why... Those tender, tear-filled eyes, it was like they were saying 'My child, I'm sorry that mother can't be with you, I don't want you to suffer like your mother. So I will send you to a better place. Even though my heart hurts, I know you will be better off there than with me.'

It felt as though a second but also like a century. He only saw darkness. He didn't know how long he was here, but soon he could feel his consciousness returning to his body. He thought he would see the hospital ceiling when he opened his eyes but fate! What a wonderful thing it is, as he did wake up to find himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling but something felt off. He gathered his thoughts for a moment and soon realized what the anomaly was. The room was too quiet... He knew he wasn't rich enough to have a private room all for himself and no relative who would pay for such high treatment costs. Also, he didn't feel any pain or any constrictions in any part of his body due to bandages. The more he thought the more certain he became that this was not a hospital.

MC POV

'Wait!!! Isn't this the cliche that happens to every MC! Was I kidnapped by a government organization? Was my brain transplanted? Oh! is this the future? Will I be able to have a space battle with aliens while various chicks stick to me? Wait! Wait! What if I have transmigrated? Which novel of fantasy world did I transmigrate to?'

I stared at the ceiling while countless chuunibyo thoughts were on my mind. I was imagining almost slaying a dragon and having a harem filled with beautiful women, I smelt something nasty. Like your toes after you haven't washed your feet in a month. It pulled me to reality and I felt both the bedsheet and my clothes all sticky and wet with sweat and piss, which may have been due to me transmigrating into this body. My OCD kicked in so with a single thought in my mind of cleaning myself, I dashed towards what I presumed to be the bathroom door. I opened it with such force that it slammed on its adjacent wall.

*Thud*

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Some 30 min of intense scrubbing later,

I stared at the reflection of my new body in the mirror and was very impressed by it. This body or rather I could have been considered a celebrity if I was still in my old world with the looks I currently possessed! I was about 165cm tall with black hair, dark skin and ruby red eyes. I had quite the lanky figure and looked like a scholar. One could exaggerate a little and also say I had a sharp jawline...

"Ah!! Wait!! That's not my jawline being prominent! I'm just fu*king Malnitrished."

Yes, that's right. I looked like a ghoul, My eyes were sunken, cheekbones were protruding, I had heavy dark circles beneath my eye. If anything, I looked similar to her...

'Huh! Who?'

I felt as though I had forgotten something that was very precious to me. I couldn't properly put my finger on what but I kind of felt empty as if a part of me was missing or satisfied. But the feeling had soon faded as it was drowned out by happiness and eagerness for the future along with curiousness for everything around me.

So I looked around the room I was currently in and "holy mother of Fu*k!!! what did I just see?!" Rubbing my eyes and looking at the Si-Fi looking bottle on my bedside table I almost died out of sheer frustration and anger.

The bottle wasn't the main source of my frustration, it was that sticker with the name 'Apricus' at the front of it. Oh, what was that? What is so wrong with the name? Well, it's the fact that I almost figured out the place I transmigrated to! And let me tell you it isn't a good place. I don't remember which Novel I stole this name from, but one thing is for certain I had made it out to be a pharmaceutical conglomerate in my Novel.

'No! no! I can't be that lucky right? RIGHT?!'

*Twitch*

My mouth and eyebrow twitched. Under normal circumstances, My mind should have gone completely blank with despair at this point but strangely I had various ideas on my head to prove if either I was truly at the place I thought I was. Or was it just coincidences at play? So, with a final trace of hope, I thought a single word in my head...

'Status.'

But as if the world itself was ridiculing me for my ignorance, a blue screen appeared in front of me...

I who was almost drowned out by despair slowly sat down at the edge of my bed. I massaged my nose bridge for a bit and then...

*Sigh*

All of my anguish, my feeling of injustice, everything about the 'Fu*ked up Situation' I was in, was channelled through that sigh.

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A/N: This is an original novel. If you liked the novel and want to continue reading, then please read it at the following link.

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