Chapter 2

While Room 119 soon became quiet and down the hall, the two muscular men stood before Room 114, they both raised their hands to knock only for their arms to bump into one another, the heavy-set one pushed the other one out of the way, "Move aside Jack, Harold put me in charge this time!"

Jack was caught off guard and stumbled a little before gaining his balance and then pushing the heavy man in anger, "Reid, you puff guts," yelled Jack as his attempt to push Reid failed because of the size difference.

"Haha, Jack your still weakest in the group," laughed Reid ignoring the frustrated grumbling of Jack.

*Knock*

*Knock*

Reid Knock loudly on the door causing the individual inside to drop something and break it but then the room went back to silence for another two minutes, getting annoyed Reid beat on the door louder saying, "Open up, We don't have until nightfall," but this time no sound came.

Reid getting mad was about to beat harder until Jack spoke, "Stop, if you break that door Harold is going to cut our pay, which means less food for you," hearing that he might miss a meal Reid stopped as he asked in confusion, "So what do we do?"

Jack simply laughed at Reid's stupidity, in there group Reid was the strongest but also had the lowest IQ while Jack was the weakest but the smartest, which is why Harold paired them together frequently, "I'll talk the person into coming out, and if they still refuse Mr. Franky has a spare key to the room."

Reid only scratched his head nodding, 'Subduing this half-wit is so easy,' laughed Jack in his head with pride that he could easily control such an idiot, "Hello... we know you're in there, come out, we only want to discuss the rental payment," spoke Jack loud enough for the person in the room could hear him.

After a minute of no response, Jack spoke, "Sigh, we have a key to the room, come or we'll simply open the door, please be responsible and open the door," and after a minute Jack sighed about to tell Mr. Franky until he heard footsteps coming toward the door slowly.

'Hmm, it looks like I will prove myself as a good leader,' thought Jack wanting more attention from his three other teammates.

[5 minutes ago, Room 114]

'Wha.. where am I,' thought a man lying down on an old mattress filled with sheep's wool, the room itself was dark from the lack of windows and empty, only housing a bed, nightstand, and a wooden chest.

When the man sat up his features became visible, the man was tall, lean with light tan skin, blue eyes, and shoulder-length, slicked-back blonde hair combed down to the nape of his neck. He has a long face with sunken cheeks and a well-defined jawline.

The man wore a black suit and a long tranche coat made from leather, and easily his most notable physical feature was the set of three vertical scars over his left eye that gave him a very unique aura that made the atmosphere heavy and dense.

'Huh, didn't Saitama, Genesis, and I have a sleepover to watch action movies and play games,' thought the man looking around nervously as he tried to make sense of everything.

'Where are my clothing,' thought the man analyzing his clothing with his hands before thinking a thought he only considered fantasy, 'Is it like those comics, did I get transmigrated,' as he rubbed his face to notice he had the same face as in his last world.

The man grew excited for a split second until he realized what came with such a possibility, 'Ahh, that means I died but how Saitama was with me,' thought until the man heard two loud knocks scaring him into quickly standing up and accidentally bumping into the nightstand causing the unlit oil lamp to fall breaking the glass in the process.

'Who's that, am I in danger,' thought the man as he ran to the corner of the room to hide as cowardice took over, the man then thought hard but not getting anywhere, 'What do I do, how do I survive, hell, WHERE AM I!'

"Open up, We don't have until nightfall," sounded a loud rough voice with strange words that were alien but way too familiar to him, he knew exactly what the voice had said, 'Huh, what is this language and why do I understand,' thought the man as he started to realize his crazy thought from earlier was becoming more and more true.

"Hello... we know you're in there, come out, we only want to discuss the rental payment," spoke another loud but more formal voice causing the man to think, 'Huh, rental payments, did I get transmigrated with debt, and if so, what will those people do to me if a can't pay?'

Thousands of turbulent thoughts ran through the man's head, from getting tortured to death to even fighting off the thugs and becoming a hero, "Sigh, we have a key to the room, come or we'll simply open the door, please be responsible and open the door," spoke the voice again causing the man to stand up on guard.

'Wait, they got a key which means I can't hide and wait for them to go away, of course, idiot, they could just break the door too, what's stopping them,' analyzed the man with caution, not knowing what to do the man did what he did best, act calm and collect while showing no fear or weaknesses.

Gathering the very little courage within him the man began to walk to the door very slowly at a snail's pace.

[Outside the Room 114]

Jack and Reid waited for the person inside to step out until they saw the door to room 119 open as scream was heard before Harold walked out toward them with a happy expression, "Looks like you were faster than us as usual," spoke Reid watching Harold approach as Jack thought, 'Damnit, I wanted to show them not just a weakling!'

"Are you guys done, we have to go the underground market immediately," spoke Harold emphasizing the word immediately making the two perk up as Jack asked, "What happened, and where is Bennett?"

Harold's face grew scared until a thought appeared in his head, 'That MIRROR is worth a lot,' which completely distracted him as he pulled the mirror out to show his friends his find, "I found this, let's hurry and sell it, we'll never have to work another day in our lives!"

Reid and Jack watched as he pulled out the finely crafted mirror that was made from rare wood with beautiful patterns craved into it making the two eyes shine with happiness, 'Haha was going to be rich, I can finally leave these idiots, and start my own powerful gang,' thought Jack as he was filled with a determination which he had never felt in his life, giving him hope for the future.

Reid's thoughts were simple yet truly terrifying since it was warped and twisted by an alien force, 'Food, I could buy all the food I want, Pan-Fried Meat and Fish, Meat Pies, even my favorite Lemon Cakes,' rubbing his stomach until he thought looking at Jack's neck, 'Hmm, I'm hungry now! I could really eat some meat, Ah, Jack looks very appetizing, why don't I just take a bite.'

Seeing his friends on board Harold was about to excitedly speak but stopped as he heard Jack angrily yell, "Let go of me fatty," while watching Reid effortlessly pick up the smaller Jack and open his mouth unnaturally wide biting down on Jack's neck.

"AHHHHHHHH," a scream so loud filled with gurgling blood sounded from Jack's horrid fill face as Reid's mouth was filled with flesh and blood, Harold stepped back in fear almost vomiting at the site until that VOICE reminded him while a relaxing energy flowed from the mirror he was holding, 'The fewer the better, I'll have all the profit from selling the MIRROR to myself!'

Another scream came from Jack as Reid started to tear away at the flesh and after a few seconds of struggling he ripped it off the already dead Jack, Reid munched down with a bright bloody smile scaring Harold even more but he ignored it as greed for wealth too over as he put the mirror in his pocket and walked away to find the underground market, ignoring the loud crunching and the sounds of other tenants opening their room doors to be horrified.

Inside Room 114 the man that was on the other side of the door stood frozen with his hand on the doorknob, the man was covered in a cold sweat that seemed to cover his entire body and horrid stricken face, 'What were those screams,' thought the man as he heard all the yells of the tenants.

"Ahh, some call the police!"

"AHHHHHH, A MOSTER, EVERNIGHT GODDESSES PROTECT US!"

"LOCK THE DOOR, KEEP THAT THING FROM ENTERING INTO OUR ROOM!"

"RUN, HES LOOKING AT US!"

'HUH, this sounds like a monster attack, you know what I'll just stay inside,' thought the man as he was too familiar with such screams in his past life, he knew if a monster was attacking just avoid it and hide until the heroes showed up.

Without batting an eye the man swiftly and quietly stepped away from the door before going back into the room to hide in the corner thinking, 'I'll wait it out, hopefully, someone kills that monster.'