2 Chapter 1: Prologue

AN: '..' for internal dialogues

".." for external

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'Life is like a piece of gum, maybe a weird way to describe it but yeah, at the start it's enjoyable and sweet. The first few years of life, with no responsibilities or worries, free of stress, however like any other thing, nothing lasts forever, as you grow older so does troubles. Just like gum, life slowly becomes flavorless and boring.'

'Now I might sound suicidal, saying life got nothing to offer or what not, but no actually I'm just exaggerating because of mental pressure. Pressure from what though?, life of course, but to expand on that, my three jobs, my constant anxiety of what will become of me in the future, do I even have a future?, or is this the limit of what I will become, also jealousy of seeing others in higher position then me, and yes even that gives me pressure. That really shows how much of a loser I'm.'

'I miss those old days just playing games all night and day long. And even school, school might've been a huge pain in the butt, but nothing compare to society. I wish I hadn't just daydreamed in all my classes, cheated through my tests and homework, dropped out of high school, I regret all that, that's the past which lead to this trash present. Education sure is important.'

'I think to myself that there is someone out there having it worse then me, I got this, I need to keep pushing, it's one of those self motivation message. But for how long would I have to do these jobs for about 11 hours of a day, get a few hours of sleep, eat unhealthy food, and repeat. Not have any sort of fun, other then internet entertainment, which is also just for a few dozen of minutes as I rather use any free time to sleep, especially since I feel very tired and to recover to do it all over again. When I go through the internet, and see people such as motivation speakers saying people like me have a choice, it's in our own hands to get out of this dipshit that we put ourselves in, and it's very much possible to do so, it makes me want to do it, easier said than done though. Each day I say I will do something different, something to change this mundane life of mines, but at the end I don't. I'm to blame.'

'Enough of me just letting it all out. I'm Kyera, a 30 year old middle aged man, who isn't happy of life that much.'

….

BEEP BEEP

'5:00 AM'

' time to wake up'

*sigh*

'what a drag'

'Let's wash up'

*Splash*

*Splash*

'Look at that handsome face'

Looking in the mirror Kyera says.

'Just kidding, maybe in my next life.'

Before the mirror stood a very scrawny man, with slight pale skin, brown eyes, black hair, straight nose, thin lips, overall a average face, and a weak body.

'Damn no cup noddles left, have to skip breakfast again.'

Scrawny for a reason.

'Living alone with no one to cook for you can be hard, got to live off these type of foods, not like got much time to even cook or learn for that matter.'

After changing Kyera heads out of his small, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen apartment.

Walking through the side walk, with outside still pretty dark, as it was very early in the morning, Kyera was about to cross a street when..

'Oh shit!, no truck-kun!, you can't do this to me!'

Coming towards him was a fast truck.

He was to shocked and scared to move in time.

*Squeak!*

The truck had managed to stop in time, fortunately or unfortunately.

" sir you okay!?" Says the truck driver peeking his head out the window.

'shit that was to close, I don't need this kinda shock first thing in the morning'

" y-yeah, be more careful man!" says Kyera moving out the way.

"I'm so sorry"

Leaving those words behind, the driver drives away.

'fuck what's this sudden pain in my heart, it happens occasionally but this t-time..'

Kyera stumbles into the hard concrete sidewalk.

Laying there he couldn't move at all, his hand pushing onto his chest.

' I should've done regular checkups.'

Last words of Kyera, dying at the mere age of 30. Seems like the shock of almost dying got him.

R.I.P

...

'Did that just happ- wait no!, this ceiling, thank god that was a just a dream'

Kyera wakes up to see a white ceiling.

'hold up, something isn't right, my apartment has a light brownish ceiling!, where am I.'

' why can't I sit up, and what are this huge walls around me?!'

It was a crib.

' whats with my arms to, why is it so small, it's looks like….it couldn't be, did I turn into a..baby?!'

…..

(Three months later)

'Yea seems like I did..'

' I got reincarnated, that to in Japan, because my new parents are Japanese, or at least my mother is, haven't seen my dad around. It took me a long time before I registered what happened to me, that I actually got reincarnated, this is so out of the world, I got a new life, a new family, a new everything.'

'I thought I was dreaming for a few days, but no, this is my reality now, I don't know how I got reborn, or why, why me?'

Thats a question every reincarnated person might ask, why me?

'But whatever, can't sweat over the details I will have no answer to.'

This world seems just like earth, maybe it is, or a parallel one, very normal to, no magic or anything along that line. Which I'm kinda disappointed about, but I should be grateful I get to live again, don't get me worry though because I'm, so much. A new chance, a chance to do things differently, this time it will be better, much better, I will become something, not some failure, but someone I can be proud of.'

'I might not be able to become a billionaire or some huge shot, however I will definitely try to. Reach for the stars, if can't get to it, then land on the clouds.'