Chapter 1: A mail?

Hey guys, it's your boy Nouflex here. This story will be about this guy who will go to another world with this anime system. I had this idea in mind for a while now. I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT!

I just want to be precise that the main character will literally be me, his story is my REAL story, and the decisions he will take are my decisions if I was in his place. I hope you will like this book. HAVE FUN!

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I've always thought of my life as a series of mundane events strung together by fleeting moments of half hearted excitement. Nothing particularly special, just the ordinary boring existence of an average person or maybe even below average, I don't know to be honest. I mean, I wake up, I eat breakfast, I read some fanfiction or watch some anime, and then it's just a monotonous cycle repeating itself day in and day out.

But this series of events that lead me here did not start overnight, it has its origin way back in time.

Back in middle school, when I was the epitome of innocence and naivety, reaching to a new world called reality. This is where the bullying started. Being the idiot I was, your average bully would come to test the waters, smack you gently in back of your head to see your reaction. If you defended yourself then you are fine, he probably will never come towards you again.

But as I already said I was naive, not understanding how things actually worked, so when he did that I smiled awkwardly to him thinking he was joking with me, and now he knew I was his perfect target. So obviously the next three years in middle school were like hell for me, sometimes I considered quitting school, or even worse... Quitting life.

Although there were two people who I considered friends, they were "Laughting friends". People who are here when you wanna laugh and gossip, the only people that helped me make it trough my torture and depression, indirectly it still helped even though whenever I got into trouble or I needed help they would just magically disappear. And to be honest I dont hate them for that because I would've done the same thing. After all, I was like a non baked paste, empty from principles, I didn't know nothing at that time. 

After all, the father who should be there to teach me those things wasn't there. From what I saw in films and other shit I watched on social media, it was the father who would teach his son how to behave, how to fight and defend himself. Well, apparently I had to do that myself and figure it out, which I did later.

But those three years weren't in vain, they did teach me something. I now had an unbreakable character, not that I would defend myself, but defend my ideas. No matter how much someone tried to convince me, I would always stick to what I want to do and what I believe in. But it also made me lose something important. I felt my emotions slowly fade away because of those three years of bullying, maybe I lost the feeling of pain, or was it emotions? It was as if i became numb to those things. I truly don't know, I was not really sure about that.

What made me think that way too were some experiences I had gone through, such as the death of people really close to me and some family members, at that time did not affect me at all. It was the first time I was exposed to death but it still did not affect or shake me.

So this brings us to my first years of high school. I changed school due to financial problems of my family so I moved to a public school. Where most people there were delinquents who didnt give a fuck about school or studies. Surrounded by delinquents what do you become?

Yes, one of them. So what happened is that I skipped 90% of classes to go play basketball with those guys and participate in fights with other students from other schools. I wasn't even a fan of basketball, I didnt like playing it much, I was a football lover, (Soccer for other countries), I had football in my veins, but I just had to there, I felt that I belonged to them, after all, I had nowhere else to go.

One year in this school, with fake friends again who did not care about you at all, not caring about classes and in constant fights. I was destined to fail that year. But a miracle happened, the COVID-19 appeared out of nowhere and they forced lockdowns and quarantines. With students not taking the final exams, the government made everyone pass to the next year class. 

I felt like this was a sign from god, telling me that I should check and review myself and my actions or else I will ruin my life. After all in a country like Morroco, even people with degrees can't find jobs, let alone a nobody like me.

The next two years were where things started to take a turn to the better, moving to a private school my life started to be enjoyable and I finally started to come out of my 5 years old depression. First of all, I discovered my talent for football and started training without stop. Even if this was the only good thing that happened to me, I am sure that would've been enough after all it made me really happy and gave me a new motivation to reach something.

Also I finally made a friend a real friend! By now I can actually tell the difference between real and fake friends. I only need to spend a week or two with him and I can read them like an open book. And this one was really the one, we even shared a lot of things, such as our love for football.

I even discovered later that he was from a rich family, and that they had two huge villas with a pool and their own zoo, it was hilarious.

Now I was 16 years old and there was this one girl who captivated my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. I had some girls in my short 16 years old life, but all of these girls I was attracted towards them by lust, nothing more. But this was actually made me fall in love with her and really want to be with her forever.

She was the epitome of beauty and grace, with a presence that commanded attention wherever she went. Her every movement seemed to be choreographed with elegance, her smile radiant enough to light up the darkest room. I admired her from afar, mesmerized by her aura, but paralyzed by my own insecurities.

She came from a wealthy family, a world of privilege and opulence that felt light years away from my own humble existence. I couldn't help but feel inadequate in her presence, convinced that I could never measure up to her standards. The thought of approaching her, of revealing my feelings, filled me with a paralyzing fear of rejection.

Ironicaly, it didnt matter how many fights I had, or how many people feared me, I was like my middle school self in this regard. Maybe I need to learn to do it the hard way in order to change. So instead, I found myself content to admire her from a distance, stealing glances whenever I could muster the courage. I watched as she moved effortlessly through life, surrounded by admirers and suitors who seemed to possess the confidence I lacked.

But deep down, I knew that I was letting my own insecurities hold me back from something potentially beautiful. I yearned to tell her how I felt, to express the admiration and affection that had been building inside me for so long, two long fucking years of emotional pain. Yet every time I tried to approach her, my courage failed me, and I retreated back into the safety of silence.

At this time my mom had met a Morrocan man living in Canada, and he was willing to bring both of us to Canada to live a better life. My mom refused to marry any man when I was a child and a teenager although the many proposals she received in order to raise me well and not get me into emotional problems. And the moment she married him, she started preparing our documents for immigration, since they take so long to make

After getting my baccalaureate in economic studies, my admiration for that girl only deepened, yet so did my regret for not speaking up when I had the chance, which follows me to this day. The weight of missed opportunities hung heavy on my heart, a constant reminder of the fear that had held me back. As they say, the first love never gets forgotten...

For the next year, every morning, I would wake up at 9 and have a light breakfast then do some full body workout all by myself since I could not afford to pay for a gym, then have lunch and rest for a few hours before finding myself already out on the field, my boots laced up tight and determination burning in my chest. The distance from my home to the pitch didnt matter to me, from the moment I kick ball, I understand that football wasn't just a game to me, it is my passion, my purpose, my everything.

I trained tirelessly, pushing my body to its limits day in and day out. 4 hours long match sessions were the norm for me, each minute dedicated to honing my skills, perfecting my technique, and building the endurance needed to compete at the highest level, not only that, but also joy and fun. While others slept or socialized, I was on the field with a group of few individuals who shared this passion with me, including that friend who now became my best friend, chasing my dreams with an unwavering intensity.

And so, I trained like that with an unrelenting fervor, pushing myself harder and harder with each passing day for a whole year until our documents were finally ready, so we bought flight tickets to Montreal. I was ready, happy and enthusiastic. Any other country for me was better than Morroco, I did my researches on the prosperity of football in Canada, and I found out that it was becoming popular and culturally accepted and appreciated, with good salaries at that.

I knew that with my talent and hard work, coming in a sport that they just started to love and practice would be easy. So after saying goodbye to the few friends I had, I finaly landed in montreal with a unwavering determination to finaly achieve my full potential. It was first June, after checking the website of the Footbal club of Motnreal, they will start the tests at october. I felt ready, I just needed to stay in shape and things will be perfect, right?

Well the world is a cruel place, it's not all floweres, smiles and hapinness. It all started with some pain appeared when sleeping on my left side, then my left leg started hurting when I was in a sitting position and it kept getting worse and worse. Until it started giving me excruciating pain whenever I started walking, sitting or sleeping on one of my sides, I could only sleep on my back which was painful after a few hours, and for days.

I already had an idea of what was going on since I looked that up on google, but I still needed confirmation. And when we checked the doctor, he confirmed my fears, I had bone cancer. It wasn't a dangerous type, but it indeed developped quickly even managing to reach my quad muscles.

I had to do a 10 hours operation, They removed my whole left femur and replaced it with metal, and 50% of my quad muscles too were removed since they were infected. I stayed in a dimly lit hospital room for a while, I sat alone, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of medical equipment, Mother visiting me whever she couls since she already had a job. My body felt foreign to me, weakened and fragile after the surgery that had robbed me of more than just a piece of bone, it had stolen my dreams.

I traced the scars on my body with trembling fingers, feeling the jagged edges where the surgeons had cut away the cancerous tissue. The weight of my own mortality hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the uncertainty of the future.

Tears refused to roll down from my eyes although I came to terms with the harsh reality of my situation, this made me question once again my feelings and humanity . The dream that had fueled my every waking moment, the passion that had driven me to push myself beyond my limits, it was all gone now, shattered into a million pieces by the cruel hand of fate.

"All of these efforts, all of the pain I went through, all the sacrifices I had to make" I whispered to myself, the words echoing hollowly in the empty room. Almost emotionless, just blatant regret. "While I was doing all that they were partying and having fun, that's not ...Fair." But there were no answers, no solace to be found in the silence of my own thoughts. All I could do was stare out the window, watching as the world passed me by, feeling more isolated and alone than I had ever felt before.

"Now not only did my dreams shatter, but even the one I considered best friend has abandoned me, its been months that im trying to contact him, but he never responds..." I said to myself, remembering the millions of memories we had together and all those meals we shared.

"Was it jealousy? Hatred? No... He was not like that, He's way more succesful than me and rich at that, how could he be jealous at me. It must be..." I took my phone from the rolling table next to me as I checked his instagram story.

"Yeah it must be that, he seems to be having fun with his new friends..." Looking at instagram his story and new posts riding a car with his new friends drinking and having fun. Did he just replace me like that? I thought we promised each other to make our business, play football and become succesful... Together.

Did he think I do not feel lonely? That I have a bunch of friends here? That things would be easy for me...?

"..." Staying silent for a while, The rage builded up inside of me, and I had to take it out.

"FUCK! FUUCK YOU ALL! I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DESERVE THIS NOT ME! IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! HUFF... Huff... huff..." Even my breath that usually made me run miles without breaking a sweat was now taken away by mere words. 

Hearing my commotion, a nurse ran to my room to check on me.

"Mister Nouflex, is there something wrong? Do you need some help." She asked me, concern visible in her eyes since I can't even move my legs now, let alone to walk.

I just ignored her, closing my eyes to relax since I cannot even turn to the other side yet. 'Don't look at me. I don't need your pety. My life is fucking ruined.' I thought in my head.

"Nouflex? Are you okay?" She inquired again, walking closer towars my bed.

"Leave me alone!" I replied coldly, stoping her from comign any closer.

"O-okay, if you need anything dont hesitate to press the red button next to you..." She said in a low tone as she left the room.

"Just leave..." I muttered under my breath.

'Should I just do it? Should I finish it here? Maybe I will go to a better place...' As those ideas started flooding my mind, I received a message on my phone. Checking it, I found out that it's a mail from an unknown person with its title as. "YOUR CHANCE TO LIVE IN A NEW WORLD!". 'What the hell is that, shouldn't the spam detector automaticaly delete this type of messages?' 

As I was about to throw my phone on the table, my phone did another buzz sound. "Are you sure you want to pass this offer? You might regret it!" 

"How did they know I was going to... You know what never mind I'll check it real quick." I cliked on the "CLICK Here TO START THE INTERVIEW" red button not expecting much from this. 'I hope its not a virus...'

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