1.Prologue

My name is Andrew Clark. I was born in 1999 and lived in an orphanage where I was thrown at birth until I graduated from high school and immediately went to college.

By the time I was 25, I had become a programmer and had a good track record. Luckily, my senior developer position allowed me to work from home as long as I completed my daily tasks. While typing the text, I recalled my lonely life. I never aspired to a serious relationship and did not try to find a girl. My encounters were limited to pointless one-night stands, indulging in the fleeting pleasures of the flesh. Even that stopped after a short period.

My life has been a constant struggle to survive in this unforgiving world as an orphan. The lack of love in my life made me doubt my ability to love someone. I should have discussed this topic in therapy, but finding the time to do so seems impossible.

After working tirelessly all day to complete the work on time, I decided to go out to eat.

-Aaaaaaa!

Screams. Chaos. (Wha...what's going on?)

everyone out of the way! And then I'll kill you!

I turned around and saw a man running in front with a bag in one hand and a knife in the other. I heard screams. He ran toward the child. With a knife. Knife? And at the other end...

- Run!

The moment I pushed the child away, I felt a burning pain run through my body. My body crumpled as it crashed to the ground, trying to absorb the impact. I couldn't understand what happened. I wanted to move, but I couldn't.

"Get out of my way!" the man shouted, running away. I looked after him and then checked how the girl was doing. The suddenness of it all threw her into a stupor, but she was unharmed. It was good. But damn, my chest is on fire. So hot. Beyond what I would call pain.

What is it? It's too hot... (Give me a break.)

(I just got stabbed.)

So I'm going to die from a stab? Shit.)

(Hmm. Well, damn it. (All this pain and panic were starting to interfere with my consciousness.)

However, before I could continue this train of thought, I fell asleep.

(It is strange that death is not at all what I thought.)

That was my last thought on my deathbed.

Before I knew it, I was inside the body of a teenager.

I thought I was dead. I should have died. I remembered how it hurt when they cut me. This went on for a few good, terrifying minutes until I finally lost consciousness.

But then, when I woke up, I was already a teenager.

I stood there, frozen in place, in front of the mirror as the same aching thought echoed through my head.

I have been reborn.

Transmigrating twenty years ago into the body of an eighteen-year-old boy can seem like a huge inconvenience. However, to be honest, all I see is an opportunity. The mechanism of my arrival at this point and place in the time stream was and probably will remain a mystery to me until my death. My last memory of my past life was death by knife, to which I readily capitulated and suddenly found myself in a younger world, occupying a younger body.

After a couple of minutes, I began to have memories of the body I was in. His name was also Andrew Clark; he was born in New York City in 1988, grew up in an orphanage until he was 18, and then went to work as a waiter and rented a room next to his work.

The room was clean and small—only one room. After checking in, I took a shower and looked in the mirror. I'm tall, 180cm; I have blue eyes and golden hair in general; I'm even very handsome, just a little thin. From the information about this world, I realized that there is practically no difference; even celebrities are the same; only films and music are slightly different.

Unfortunately, I don't remember all the popular pieces from my world. But I remember popular companies that will be worth billions in the future. After a few minutes, I began to check my position. I had $200 in cash and $1000 in my bank account, a Nokia phone, a driver's license, and cheap clothes.

I got hungry and decided to eat outside. When I was about to leave the house, a screen appeared in front of me:

<Login System Enabled>

(HM?!)

When I was confused by his sudden appearance, I saw another panel and heard a voice in my head.

<Welcome to the sign-in system!>

<<<Writing Talent (EX)>> as a starter gift!>

The journey has just begun!

<Work hard, young man!.>

(???????)

I had a lot of questions, but then I saw another panel.

< Don't be embarrassed! Use your charm, talent, etc. to get richer. The more money you have, the more rewards you will get!>

<Every $10,000 you earn gives you one sign-in!>

<Will you accept your rewards?>

<Yes/No>

(Yes.)

I chose without hesitation. At this point, I had a lot of knowledge about writing and froze since the amount of information that came to mind was quite large: style, spelling, popular works, experience, advice, etc.

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Name: Andrew Clark

Body: 7 (a normal adult has 10 points).

Skills: <<writing talent (EX)>>

Assets: $1200.

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I stood for five minutes before continuing to walk outside, smiling, thinking of all the popular books I could rewrite from my old world.