Prologue

'The purpose of our lives is to be happy'

'Do good and good will come to you'

'Efforts will never betray you'

Such quotes were commonly preached and respected, and some even try to live by these kind of quotes as if they were words from God himself. I used to be one of those people, always doing my best and trying to be a good person. But the thing is, lots of people are out there unhappy, lots of people do good and don't receive anything in return and lots of people put in effort only to see someone use money and personal connections do better than them. I am one such person.

I know that earlier I said that I always believed in those quotes, but the thing is. Later in life I gave up on them, why you may ask? Well, when I was around 17, my family was struck by calamity that led to my parents' and sister's death. One day, one of my sister's seniors asked her out. A pretty common occurance for her, she politely declined and even offered to be friends with the man. But this senior of hers wasn't some ordinary dude, he was a rich second generation dick head who's had a silver spoon in his mouth since birth and an ego that could put a king to shame.

He thought he was some sort of great existence and thought that he would never be rejected. But my sister said no, his inflated ego had been wounded and he wouldn't let this slide. So, he decides to use some connections to make it look like my family owed money. We took it to court, but everyone from the judge to the audience was bribed to staying silent about it all.

My family wasn't poor but we weren't filthy rich, and the debt was well over our income. I came to the conclusion that my sister, who was an honours student, should stay in school and that I should get a part time job. As a result, my grades dropped but I was pretty smart so I was usually in the top 20% of the year. Then, my grades started dropping even more, and for some reason I'd get called into the principals office almost weekly when I had done nothing. Then I had relasied something, that senior had made it so this would happen. But I still held up strong and decided to get a full time job since I qouldnt be able to get a decent job with the grades I was receiving.

We were able to slowly pay off the debt, and would be able to pay it off within a year. And my sister was nearing the end of her University tuition, so she would be able to get a job and help us out. Then disaster struck again, my father fell ill. He had over worked himself and had fallen ill, he refused to get treated as that would cost money which we couldn't spare. My mother and I both started to take more jobs, we of course didn't tell my sister as she was already feeling a mountain of guilt over all of this. Even though all of us agreed that she made the right choice.

After all, someone like that would never be able to make my sister happy. Me and my mother were both starting to feel the effects of the overworking and my mother had to take a break. It was then that my father died since he couldn't get the treatment he needed. After hearing the news, my mother fainted and was diagnosed with an illness herself. Now that I was the only one working, we seriously couldn't afford anything to help her. We couldn't even afford pain killers since I was having to pay for the living costs of 3 people, a debt and the university fees. But a light of hope shone through and my sister had found herself a job, we could finally afford to get the treatment. But when me and my sister came back home to tell her the news, we saw that she had passed away.

My sister's face turned completely blank, "I can't take this anymore" she said with a voice that could only be described as pitiful. She walked straight into the kitchen, she opened a drawer and took out a knife, her arms quivering and droplet of water streamed down her eye. "I'm sorry, I won't ask you to forgive me since this is all my fault. In fact, hate me, if you hate me then I won't feel as bad about this"

My eyes widened as I realised what she was going to do but it was too late. She had stabbed herself, "NO, PLEASE! DON'T GO! I DON'T WANY TO BE ALONE!" I screamed, I put my hands on the wound to stop the bleeding and unable to hold back my tears, water droplets formed in the corners of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks.

"At least you'll have one less mouth to feed."

Those were the last words I ever heard from her.

Those were the last words my sister ever said to me. After that, nothing really happened. A year after my sister's death the debt was fully paid off and I was finally able to afford a funeral for each of my late family members, although I was the only one present as everyone had left us when we were caught up in the debt.

* * *

I was now in my late twenties and was a webnovel author who wrote about overpowered protagonists who fought against demons,had a harem, a system, had cheats along with artifacts that they really didn't need. The story was about our protagonist who's parents died to demons who were otherworldly beings who enjoyed conquering, everyone in the world has a status but the protag got a system like every other novel and started collecting girls like pokemon. He got cheats through sheer luck, found things like weapon styles and movement techniques and got skills. He also had Elves and Beastmen in his harem.

In the world they lived in, things like bloodline abilities existed. The main characters bloodline ability was the system, of course certain people descended from Dragons and Angels and other beings of legend. The world they lived in was one where the world only had a single continent. Humanity only had 2/9 of the continent. The 3 races alliance which consisted of Dwarves, Beastmen and Elves ruled around 3/9 whilst demons ruled the remaining 4/9.

After everything that happened in my youth, I was depressed, I spent my days reading and writing WebNovels. My body was in horrible shape from my horrendous diet. I was reading through some comments, they all kept saying stuff like "Dropped" or "Horrible writing"

There wasn't a single compliment for my novel and I could see why. Suddenly I felt my head get light, these comments must've spiked my blood pressure. I looked for it but it was to no avail, my medicine was nowhere to be found.

'So this is how it all ends? Thank God that this shitty life is finally over'

* * *

I then awoke to birds chirping and singing, the sun was shining into my room, warming up my body and releasing me from my lethargic started. I was on a rather comfortable bed.

'So I guess I didn't die huh? How unfortunate'

Then I looked around, I realised this wasn't my house or my room. I looked about the house in a daze, and made my way to the nearest mirror. I caressed the face in the mirror and it was indeed my face, or 'my' face. It was a relatively handsome face with black hair and dull red eyes. 'I' seemed to be relatively tall and was in decent shaped, I lifted up my shirt and saw that I had abs that were forming in.

I then had a thought, 'I wonder where I've been reincarnated' a thought then came to me. 'Open Status'

Name: Reinhardt Umbridge

Age: 15

Race: Human

Rank:F

Strength: F

Speed: F

Stamina: F-

Intelligence: F

Mana Capacity: F+

Charm: C+

Class: Swordsman

Fighting style: N/A

Skills: N/A

My lips slowly curved up to show a smirk

'So I've been Isekai'd into my own novel? This time, I'll live a better life, I'll be happy and I'll sure as fuck never lose anything. I'll also make sure the original owner of this body is proud of what I do with their body"