1 Prologue
Everything happened extremely abruptly.
Before I realized anything, my vision blurred, and I was in a different place when I blinked again.
"What the hell...?"
One moment, I was opening the refrigerator for a cold beer, and now I was in a room similar to a dumpster.
At first, I thought it was all a dream. Nevertheless, when I pinched myself and did not wake up, the reality hit me hard.
And despite harboring still some doubts, I chose to accept all this as true, for the sake of preserving my sanity.
'For now.'
But after the stupefaction dissipated, a tumultuous mix of emotions stirred in my heart: fear, panic, confusion, and more.
I didn't quite understand what to do next.
However, the real surprise came when my gaze met a mirror in the corner of the room.
"!"
I noticed, perplexed, that... I had become someone else! More accurately, a disheveled adult Korean man in a bad state.
From a healthy man, he now appeared to be suffering from a terminal illness, with sunken eyes, pale skin, and deep dark circles under his eyes.
"Wait...!"
Then, with a shiver running down my back, I checked a crucial part hidden under my pants and, 'Hmm.' I sighed with relief.
In fact, my situation was now considerably better than before...
No!
I shook my head vigorously - this was no time to worry about such trifles!
As a result, I pondered the how, why, and when that had led me to this point.
The chances of finding an answer were not high, but at least it was helping me to calm down.
Since my arrival here, my emotions went up and down as if they were on a roller coaster ride, impairing my cardiac well-being.
Of course, I was exaggerating, but not by much.
In that, the foul smell of the apartment, due to dirty clothes among ramen boxes, dusty blankets, and cigarette packs, distracted me.
Not only that. I smelled bad, too, similar to a blocked sewer, and together with my shabby clothes, I looked like a hobo.
Fuck! I gritted my teeth angrily at this unfair situation I was forced into, denying my right to retort.
In any case.
After pondering for a while, I muttered, "Yeah. I haven't the slightest idea." I ruffled my greasy black hair, full of frustration.
But it happened when I considered getting to know my new identity by looking for some identification.
Welcome to the Template System!
Initiating template selection process. Please wait a moment...
Template Selected: Satoru Gojo.
The installation process is in progress...
Note: Once the installation is complete, the system will be removed.
Installation in progress:
1%...
2%...
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"Argh!" A scream of agony escaped from me.
The reason?
A sharp, intense pain assaulted my head due to an avalanche of information being violently downloaded into my brain!
I doubled over from the suffering, clenching my head in the hope that it would cease at some point.
Additionally, I felt an unpleasant tingling in my body, as if thousands of ants were moving under my skin!
What was happening!?
The magnitude of everything mentioned reached an unbearable level, triggering the inevitable loss of consciousness.
I had never experienced anything like this, so it was even more unbearable.
Which I was grateful for. I was far from those novel protagonists with the will to endure the worst torture.
But that was not the end of it. There was what was known as a double-front "attack". However, I didn't know that yet.
In the air, a vibration transformed into ripples that concentrated into a point before materializing into a blue teardrop.
Gently, the tear descended on my forehead, although in my current state, I did not perceive its contact.
Then, the blue object sank into my skin with the elegance of a feather gliding over water, vanishing without a trace.
―○●○―
During the night, a woman moved somewhere under a bridge across the Tancheon River.
The moonlight occasionally reached her before the shadows, allowing the viewer to glimpse her beauty.
The woman wore a white blouse, a black jacket, and a gray H-line skirt, highlighting her stunning figure.
To complement the look of a typical businesswoman, she carried a leather-lined handbag.
Her name was Kim Hannah.
She was a person who sought to always be as airtight and perfect as possible from a human point of view.
Therefore, after thoroughly investigating her target, she still waited for the perfect moment to strike and catch her prey.
Proof of this was that he operated that way even when his target was a debt-laden gambling addict.
With the perfect bait in his bag, he only needed to move with cunning and intelligence before releasing the net and counting the winnings.
And it wasn't long before Kim Hannah found the person who would suffer before her preparations and plans.
Her target was sitting on the ground before her, oblivious to her arrival, watching the river water with a beer in hand.
But, something peculiar about him, a slight deviation in his information, made her stop the elegant step of her heels on the rocks: his appearance.
His hair, originally black, turned a total snow white. 'Does he dye it?' Kim Hannah thought.
Also, he was wearing sunglasses, but the strange thing was that the lenses were covered with... Black paint?
He would be incredibly embarrassed if the latter knew Kim Hannah's thoughts.
Although it was not his fault, he was unable to get darker glasses before this meeting which I anticipate from increasingly nebulous information.
He was up against the clock.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the silence of the place. "Hey, are you going to stand around watching like some kind of stalker?"
The man spoke to her with a subtle smile. And that's how she felt because this one had his head looking in her direction.
Even if he was trying to provoke her, Kim Hannah, experienced and prepared, stepped up and revealed herself to the man calmly.
"You won't drown even if you get to the bottom, you know," she teased with a playful smile that was out of tune with her appearance.
Her pleasant voice rippled in the air as her lips parted to respond to the equally relaxed man in front of her.
Thus began the first meeting and exchange between the reincarnated man and the woman, Kim Hannah.
