an ordinary sundey morning

It's an ordinary Sunday morning, I'm working as usual

I saw a young lady in a suit approaching from the other side of the deserted street. I straightened my posture, coughed a few times, opened my lungs and approached the lady and handed her one of the posters in my hand.

When I thought the smile on my face was appropriate enough, I approached and said, "Would you like to attend the conference to be held in 5 days, where a famous millionaire will tell how he became rich and other authors who will attend will sign their books after the conference?"

The woman took the poster in my hand, tore it up without even looking at me and threw it into the trash can next to me. After thanking me in the standard way, she continued on her way without slowing down.

A young lady in a suit was coming towards me from across the street in the early morning hours.

Anyway, I don't care, all I care about is whether the supervisor who offered me a day job will hold me responsible for the posters that keep piling up in the trash can next to me, I don't have the luxury to care about anything else right now.

I looked at my reflection in the office building made entirely of glass behind me. Actually, I had an above average appearance. The tracksuit that the employer gave me as a gift for me to wear while distributing posters and thought that it would make me look like a carefree person living much more comfortably, looked quite good on me. If I'm lucky, maybe today. I can seduce a girl who won't reject me because I'm in debt

When I looked at the young man, 5.7 feet tall, with tangled black hair almost covering his eyes, weighing about 100 kilos, looking at me in the image reflected from the office window, I felt once again that my hopes were nothing but nonsense.

The only thing that was nice about me was the black tracksuit I was wearing and the luxurious look flip-flops I was wearing. In fact, when I looked at the tall and handsome young man standing 100 meters away from me down the street, he had a completely different atmosphere when he was wearing the black tracksuit and flip-flops.

It wasn't actually that hard to guess why he was there. According to my employer's thoughts, 'even people like me could turn into someone like him' ahh, this job is really humiliating but there is nothing I can do, 300 dollars a day is not a small amount of income and it's only 5pm.' I have to work until

When 5 o'clock comes, my work here will be finished and I will go to the hotel. After working there until 2 am, they will only pay me 50 dollars. In this way, my daily earnings would be 350 dollars and I would only have to work for 10 days to pay off the weekly debt installment of 3,500 dollars, but unfortunately, the job of distributing posters that I have now would only last a few more days, then as usual, I would work from morning to noon in a restaurant, from noon to evening as a courier. I will work as a cleaner at the hotel from evening to night and my daily earnings will never exceed 200 dollars.

My family supported me and raised me until I went to university. I wish they had not borrowed money from a loan shark before the car accident they had.

When I remembered the tall, fat and bald people who came to my house with sticks in their hands because I paid the money late last month, I got rid of my ridiculous thoughts and came to my senses. When I looked around, there was no one on the streets even though it was all high-rise office buildings, I didn't even need to think about the reason for this.

Today is Sunday. Maybe in my old world, although Sundays could not cause desolation on a financial street like this, adult people in this world would leave Sundays to watch the series episodes and new movies they missed.

Yes, I am an immigrant, what a surprise. Interestingly, although I was not run over by a small truck, I learned that being the victim of a murder can also cause people to emigrate. The owner of the body I'm in now was Alex Black, whose name is the same as mine.

Before immigrating, I was a 26-year-old young man who had just graduated from university and studied veterinary medicine. Ironically, while I was going to buy bread on a Sunday morning, a man who had been drinking all night blocked my way and stabbed me with a knife he took out of his pocket without saying anything.

Maybe the reason I was reincarnated was because I died in a completely ridiculous and meaningless way, although it doesn't really matter now.

When I opened my eyes in this body, I found myself looking at an emptied medicine bottle, probably the Alex of this world chose to commit suicide.

Although it didn't take me long to find out what the reason for his suicide was, he entered the university at the age of 20 from the architecture department, which was a very demanding department, and soon he was forced to earn money by loan sharks while facing the pain of losing his family.

When I opened my eyes in this body, I also received his memories and discovered a few differences between this world and the previous world.

First of all, the concept of idol in this world was not something that only existed in the east and movie stars were valued much more in this world. I heard that a famous movie star had at least 4 or 5 protection devices while driving around outside.

In this world, people had a lot of respect for the people who created content, from writers to directors, and actors.

For reasons like this, on Sundays, people would usually either stay at home and watch movies, TV series, or read books, or go to the movies, go to concerts, or attend fan meetings.

There was only 1 hour left for the big movie theater a little further down the street to open. After an hour, this street would probably start to accommodate many more people.

I had to pay 3500 dollars to the loan shark every month. Apart from that, what I would do with the rest of my time was completely up to me. Actually, when I saw how much writers are valued in this world, I wanted to be a writer and earn money, but I was not very talented in this regard.

While I was lost in my thoughts, time was passing and my workload was increasing as people flocked to the movie theater.