Ch 6 - New Life

After another flashback, a new person in the body of a schoolboy finally figured out the whole life of the boy. Not a very long and eventful, but a quiet life.

<Ding!>

- <Master, John Jr. left you a letter. There is an envelope under the pillow.>

- Interesting.

Sitting on the bed, the guy threw off the plaid, still smelling of Jessica and the pillow.

A simple sheet of paper from a notebook in a5(size of paper) stripes, folded in two. Beautiful handwriting, neatly written words and letters.

- And here is the last will of the one going to death… What did I write to myself before. It's weird to say that out loud.

* John, wake the fuck up, we have worlds to burn, ahahahahaha. You should definitely know this phrase, but I don't know from where it is known to me. I have news for you, most likely you now think that you killed me with your appearance, but it seems to me that this is a mistake. Since I was born, I remember you and the old man from Japan. I had your memories, and now you have mine. I tend to think that we are one person, it's just that our personalities are divided and who knows, maybe someday I'll take this body back, or I'm a product of your imagination. It's not every day you have to die and be reborn. Yes, as I said before, your memory is mine and vice versa. The only thing I regret is my girlfriend, but speaking in communistic way, OUR girlfriend, ahahahah. I tried, and you will reap all the benefits, not honest thing. That's why I secretly left you a parting gift. I congratulate you on your birthday, motherfucker, go with nipple piercings, haahahahahah, have a good life.

PS. With love, you can suck some dick, John Wilson Vic. Don't catch a cold!

🫡🖕.

"Haha, hahahahahah looks like we're the same person after all. Don't worry buddy, I'll take care of our girl for the two of us, especially in bed. And you-I died a virgin, a loser, in the next life you can safely become a monk, hahahah.

Having laughed at himself enough, already determined for sure that John is him, and he is John. The guy was ready to live from scratch.

- Well? The Samurai plan? I made it fucking glorious, reliable as a Swiss watch, only the content let me down, basically just enjoy life and brand fun on the right and on the left.

- <Host, if it wasn't for the gamer's mind, I would have thought that you had a problem with your head.>

- No, it's just that my dream just came true. I'm having fun, just imagine, an ordinary mortal trapped in routine and boredom, no interesting things. And now I have all the opportunities I need. Power, women, money, drugs, fame, strength and adventure. Everyone has their own, but a real rock'n'roller does not waste money on trifles, he takes everything. Trust me, Mara, I'll fucking become one. Well, except drugs, "Destroyer of Worlds" is not just a beautiful metaphor, but the truth of life, not beautiful and not romantic.

- <Master, it seems to me that you are going to do stupid things and suffer bullshit.>

- Absolutely right!

- < You have a second set of memories from Mr. Yamaguchi Tojiro. Would you like to view it?>

- Whatever, sometime later.

Getting out of bed, John walked out of the Barn, took a deep breath.

- This is-Simply-Fucking awesome !

John summed up. Mountains, air, forests are what you need for the soul. Especially if she recently lived the gray boredom of a big cement city.

Running into the house, the guy sat down at the table, preparing to destroy his breakfast. Grandpa and Grandma greeted him with smiles as usual. Isolde was putting pancakes on, and Vlad was baiting old jokes in the style of a skeleton-bar-two beers and a mop.

- Grandson, in the morning I heard you enjoying the morning in pure Russian. Be glad Grandma didn't hear, but I agree with your thoughts out loud, hahahaha.

- Thank you, Grandfather. By the way, I'm already 15, can you share a bottle of beer and a cigarette with me in the evening?

- Pffff, and what does that mean? Of course, you've grown up a little, but you're still a child, and children are not supposed to do that.

- Grandfather, I'm 15 years old, I'm studying at school, parties will start one hundred percent soon, you've watched movies about American schools with me. There are always parties there.

- Let's say.

- Maybe then I'd better try beer and cigarettes with you? And not in some alley or at a party with schoolchildren who are crazy from alcohol and hormones.

- Ask Grandma.

- Bah? (Grandmother-Babushka, so "Bah" is something like Granny in Russian. )

Isolde listened and thought throughout the conversation. On the one hand, she didn't want to admit that her little grandson had almost grown up, and on the other hand, she still wanted to protect him from everything bad, without turning into a boring crone.

- Vlad, share a beer with your grandson. It's better to let him drink with you, and we have a daughter, not a son. You'll be able to fulfill some of your stupid desires that you drove over my ears during pregnancy. And no, you can't go to a strip club.

- All right, dear.

Vladislav humbly agreed.

- In the evening we'll sit on the porch and I'll teach you how a real man drinks. Just know, if I catch you smoking later or see you with a beer, it's better to get ready to be beaten right away. For I will teach you one more thing that a Soviet man should know, namely, how to get some beating .

- Okay, Grandpa, I'm still thinking of signing up for a boxing section or something like that.

- Hmmmm, that's good. If you really want to learn how to punch faces, then let me teach you better. Your grandfather did not just go through the whole war and returned almost intact.

- Come on, just don't show your battle scars again, I'm still struggling with the desire to give you the nickname "Forest Gump".

- Brat, you definitely want to know the harsh grandfather's love.

- I'm not one of those, I have a girlfriend.

After the last remark, Johnny received a flying spoon in the forehead from the evil grandfather. He was lucky that it was time to leave home for school, because the old soldier was already reaching for a belt with a plaque in the form of a hammer and sickle. Jumping out from behind the table, the guy kissed his grandmother on the cheek, showed his grandfather a fig (figa-it is something like middle finger but not so harsh,it's a friendly "Fuck you", that is not insulting ) and rolled away from the belt and ran to the road, where an old school bus was already waiting for him.

Jumping on the bus, John waved goodbye to Vladislav, who followed him with a smile in his eyes at the porch.

- "It's so good, I'm young again, a loving family, grandfather and grandmother are still alive and well. Not everyone is so lucky. Although I don't remember how it was in my previous life, but there is a feeling that mine have already presented themselves away by the time of rebirth."

The stop at the farm was the beginning of the bus route, for half an hour of the trip, the yellow mastodon of the American automobile industry was gradually clogged with people. Sleepy and angry schoolchildren were seated in the salon, going to interest groups. Classic American football players with their stupid, identical, multicolored jackets. Nerds, fancy fifi( Fifas are girls who think the their look is the most important thigh and are proud of that) and small groups of informals. John sat among them all, but as if apart. The players studiously ignored him, pretending that they were too cool for him. The Fifas whispered softly among themselves, occasionally casting fleeting glances at him. The nerds greeted each other and Johnny respectfully, because of their intelligence, knowing perfectly well that they were living peacefully thanks to John, who regularly morally and sometimes physically humiliated school bullies. The informals hung out in a separate bunch, looking at everyone except John as they are shit.

- "And so, the social hierarchy is standard, as if by all the rules of school movies and TV shows. Football players with fifas from the support group, nerds were tried to pinch, informals are all in themselves. I have carte blanche to have a good time with the girls from school, plus Jessica's assignment, who left yesterday. Let's go from the opposite, hang out with the muscles heads is not an option , I'm smart, but I like to do funny things too much for a group of crammings, the support battalion is cute, but that's all of it, the infors are the most interesting, the guys are too infantile, and the girls are the lovers of suffering because of not so important thing. There are of course exceptions, but there are few of them and, as is known, only confirm the rule. What to do? Fuck it,I'll figure it out later. "

- Mara have anything on quests?

- < Yes, look for yourself, as many as 3.>

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Tasks. - 3

-Harsh love-

Learn to hold a punch. To be trained by Vladislav, in fist, knife and pistol combat.

Difficulty: A drunken fight on forks in a communal apartment. (Don't know if there is a thing like communal apartment in Europe or America. It's a flat with 3 and more rooms, but in every room lives a different family or person, used to live in such flat in my childhood it's not that bad.)

Reward: Old man's respect, Family secret, 3 passive skills.

-Panther in the forest-

There is a panther hiding in the school, you as a hunter must hunt and win without becoming a victim.

Difficulty: One-day survival in a children's camp.

Reward: Honor and respect, title, 1 active and 3 passive skills.

-Give a place for a fight -

There is nothing better than a good fight in a bar on an autumn evening or a school swing in the yard in the early morning. The only available method of earning experience points and store points . The deadline is 100 days. Defeated opponents 0/100, and more.

Difficulty: Disassembly in the Shaolin Monastery.

Reward: 10-100 experience points (exp), 10-100 shp (shp- shop points), for each defeated opponent. Opening the "Crack" function.

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- Of course, open the starter pack.

- < Congratulations on receiving: 10 stat points (sp), 1000 shp, 3 lottery tickets. >

- Not much, but thanks for that. Characteristics can be raised by training?

- <Yes>

- Then I won't touch them yet, we'll leave them until better times. The lottery in the evening after gatherings with my grandfather. Open a store.

#

Multiverse store.

Weapon/Armor

Skills

Auxiliary subjects

Trinkets

Bloodlines

(Available only from Marvel world)

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- Hmm, bloodlines sounds interesting. And why is there a 50% discount on the Asgardian Royal, although 500,000 is still expensive.

- < Carefully inspect the status window.>

# Kind: Human(+)

=(A negligible percentage of the royal blood of Asgard, your Great-Great-Great and so on grandmother, visited by Odin himself.)=

- It turns out uncle's stories turned out to be true. Funny, funny, I can make some jokes of Thor later. Hahahahah.

At this time, somewhere in the halls of the royal palace, on a space island. The gray-bearded elder sneezed, and his son, standing next to him, felt a chill run down his back.

- It seems that my mistakes of youth will soon make themselves felt…

- What are you talking about, Father?

- I remembered my younger years. It looks like the son will be responsible for his father's mistakes.

- Don't worry Father, I am the Great Thor, I will cope with all threats to Asgard.

- I'm not worried about threats, although who knows.

The old man plunged into thoughts, ceasing to pay attention to Thor's empty bravado.

Back to John and the bus.

- "Well, seems like I need to get to know everyone again. I'll probably hang out with the infors, they have only 4 guys for a dozen beauties there."

- "Mara, I report the bumblebee is flying to the flower garden, the end of the connection."

- <Dumb ass. >

-"Hahahah, wish me luck."