C1: Streamer [01]
"Ugh..." I groaned, the dull ache in my head pulling me out of unconsciousness.
Everything around me seemed unfamiliar, as if I had been dropped into a completely different world.
The room I found myself in was nondescript—a plain desk, a cupboard, and a scattering of books. None of it was mine.
*Ding! Ding!*
Startled, I realized I was holding a phone, its screen flashing with an incoming message. Curious, I swiped to unlock and read the notification.
[ Welcome To Lookism! We wish you a great experience. ]
"Lookism? That Korean webcomic? You've got to be kidding. Did I die or something?"
Despite my confusion, I couldn't help but read on.
[ It may sound unbelievable, but you're in Lookism now. Let me walk you through the basics that will help you thrive in this world. ]
I grinned as I read the message. If some god had reincarnated me, then I must be in for some luck. Perhaps they've even granted me some sort of cheat ability.
[ Firstly, you possess the power of 'Talent'. This means you'll experience growth at a faster rate than others, have greater strength, and possess intelligence that surpasses the norm. With this ability, you can learn any skill in this world, provided you have a good understanding of how it works and the physical aptitude to support it. ]
I grinned widely, my teeth bared in a menacing smile. Anyone catching sight of me like this would undoubtedly be filled with fear.
"I'm essentially a genius among monsters and geniuses," I mused to myself, relishing the thought.
[ Secondly, I'll grant you the power to bestow talent upon any one person in this world, elevating them to your level of ability. Choose wisely, for if this power falls into the wrong hands, it could spell doom. ]
I nodded in agreement as I read the message. I had a few individuals in mind whom I could empower with this ability, but I needed to assess the situation and determine where I stood in this new world before making any decisions.
[ Third, this phone is untraceable and unbreakable along with a lot of features. If you lose this, then good luck to you finding it. ]
I raised an eyebrow as I processed this information. An untraceable and unbreakable phone? That could certainly come in handy, but it also meant I had to be extra cautious not to lose it.
[ Fourth, you have a thousand dollars in your pocket for food and other things. ]
This God is great. I have to thank him if I ever meet him.
[ Fifth, this house is not yours, so it's better you leave before the owners come back. ]
"What the fuck!?"
I sprang from the bed, desperate to find an escape route. My gaze fixated on the window, a tempting exit beckoning from the second-floor perch. "I'll survive the fall," I reasoned, bracing myself for the inevitable discomfort.
With determination propelling my steps, I dashed toward the window, ready to leap into the unknown. Yet, as I neared the sill, a glint in the room's corner diverted my attention.
Curiosity piqued, I approached the mysterious object with cautious strides. As I reached out to grasp it, I couldn't help but admire its intricate design and funny look.
"I'll take this! It's definitely not theft... I guess."
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Author's Notes
- The MC, existed as an ordinary student in his previous life, living his school life. He drifted through the routine of school, a silent observer in a sea of faces. Yet, amidst the banality of his existence, one escape beckoned—the pages of "Lookism." Entranced by its tales of good looks and money, he found solace in its fantastical world. He glimpsed a realm where strength and cunning held sway. Secretly harboring a desire for a life beyond the ordinary, he often fantasized about meeting his favourite characters, carving his path to power and money, not caring about the constraints of right and wrong.
- If the situation comes, the MC may turn shadows, but his heart lies mostly in neutrality. He finds peace in the characters of "Lookism," his interactions reflecting a delicate balance between light and dark in his new reality.