Utopia Origin Online: Devour Reincarnator in Starting

It was a deep and gloomy night, with darkness blanketing the city in absolute silence. All was still, except for a single luxurious building, its gleaming lights piercing the void. Small flies buzzed and swarmed around the glow, their faint humming the only sound in the air. Suddenly, a long, slender tongue darted out, its sticky surface snatching one of the unsuspecting flies. The tongue retracted swiftly, pulling the fly back into the mouth of a well-hidden chameleon, camouflaged against the wall, waiting for its next prey.

Among the opulent buildings, one stood out, towering ominously over the city, surrounded by a lush, meticulously kept garden. Its architecture was distinct, almost as if it held a secret meaning, with the word "Curious" engraved into its surface, adding to its mystery.

Inside the building, the silence was oppressive, nearly tangible. But abruptly, a low-pitched, hoarse cry echoed through the corridors, cutting through the stillness. The cry died as quickly as it had come, and the silence resumed its reign.

In one of the rooms, a young boy suddenly awoke, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. Clutching his head, he gasped, "Wha... what was that?" His hand fumbled for the switch, and with a soft click, the room flooded with light.

He sat on the edge of the couch, grabbing a glass from the table and downing its contents in one gulp, the sound of his swallowing the only thing breaking the quiet. His body, drenched in sweat, felt out of place in the air-conditioned room. He stared down at his soaked shirt, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Was it all just a dream?"

Shaking his head, he muttered, "No... it felt too real to be a dream."

Rubbing his temples, he groaned, "I need to sort this out."

Without hesitating, he got up from the couch, heading towards a door on the right. He opened it to reveal a sleek, modern shower room. As the water cascaded down, the sound of the shower replaced the eerie silence that had gripped the Curious building's room.

Twenty minutes later, the young boy stood before the mirror, his hair swept upward and back into a high, voluminous pompadour. His abdomen displayed six distinct muscular segments with barely any visible body fat. His sharp blue eyes and defined nose reflected back at him. Despite his striking features, his furrowed brows hinted at a concealed concern, something hidden beneath the surface.

After completing some basic routine tasks, he grabbed his phone from the table and moved toward the balcony connected to his room. Opening the door, he was greeted by the deep darkness of the night, but he ignored it, taking a seat on the couch. He let his body sink into the cushions and fell into deep contemplation.

Time passed, and the darkness outside began to fade. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and a word unconsciously escaped his lips, "Impossible? How can this be possible? A tattoo... a tattoo on my body?"

He clasped his right wrist with his left hand, tracing his thumb over the unfamiliar mark. His sharp blue eyes focused intently on the tattoo, which was located just below his wrist on the front of his right hand. The design was enclosed in a circle, but the figure within was strange and indistinct.

"Strange. It really does look like a tattoo," he muttered. "But did I ever get a tattoo? How did it even appear on my hand? And what is this strange figure?"

Despite his close examination, the details of the figure remained unclear, leaving him puzzled. With a sigh, he pushed the thought aside. "I'll deal with this later," he said, glancing toward the horizon where the sun was rising, slowly dispelling the last traces of darkness. "I need to focus on the company issue."

He stood up and moved back toward his room. Sitting down in front of the monitor, his eyes fell on the lines of code scattered across the screen.

public class PlayerMovement Monospace{

private CharacterController charactercontroller;

[Serialized] 

private float gravity = 9.8f;

private float moveSpeed = 5f;

Void Awake (){

 charactercontroller = GetComponent<CharacterController >():

}

Void Update {

Move();

}

Void Move(){

Vector3 moveDir = transfrom.forward;

if (Input.GetAxis(Axis.VERTICAL_UP) > 0){

 moveDir.y -= gravity;

 charactercontroller.Move(move * movSpeed * Time.deltaTime);

}

}

His fingers rested on the keyboard, the soft *tap* of keystrokes resounding through the room. This continued until his body slumped back in the chair, exhausted. Grabbing an energy drink, he downed it in one go. 

"Tastes better," he muttered, his gaze returning to the screen where several script files— *CharacterController.cs, PlayerMovement.cs, GameHandler.cs,* and others—were already written. 

His attention drifted to the window, where warm sunlight had faded, replaced by the chilly gloom of overcast clouds. He glanced at his watch: 4:30 p.m.

"Time sure flies," he remarked, rising from his seat. He opened the refrigerator, retrieving some cold yogurt, ice cream, and dried energy fruits. With these in hand, he stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy a quiet moment of solitude.

As he savored his snack, his eyes scanned the luxurious buildings surrounding him. They were impressive, but none compared to the towering structure he called home. A few years ago, these accomplishments were celebrated by his parents, symbols of their pride in him. But all that changed when tragedy struck. A car accident had shattered his once-happy family, leaving him one and alone family. Depression followed, taking months to overcome. Yet here he stood, having not only rebuilt himself but also taken his company to new heights.

Shaking off the painful memories, he inhaled deeply to steady himself. Pulling out a tablet from beside him, he dialed a number.

*Ring*