Home sweet home.

"Dude, don't blame her. She has to face everyone's taunting because of you being her fiance. She tried to defend you many times and even got into fights for you. She even talked to you many times but you never listened. It's hard on her too! Even if you don't have any superpower, you can still go through academic route. With Lucy being so strong, you won't have any problem in your life.. But the present you —" said Olson as he sighed depressingly.

Sam just lowered his head and ate slowly. The food tasted quite bland in the depressing atmosphere. Even after his parents died, he was happy-go-lucky kid, but now that in this world strength reigned supreme, he was disgruntled at the thought of future..

Would he really be able to survive?

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Samuel Richards. In short Sam, which his friends called. The name was given by his paternal grandfather when he was born. Sam didn't have much memory of his grandfather though...He passed away when Sam was only 5 years old. Since then Sam only had his parents and a pet cat.

One day, even that stupid cat left him probably due to a female partner. It never returned after that.

Young Sam had a happy childhood till 10 years old. One day he was back from playing football at the evening when he heard his mother crying over a phone. He rushed to his mom, trying to console her when he heard her say that Sam's dad was dead. Sam became blank as he couldn't figure out what exactly happened.

Later after the funeral did he properly understood that his father was never going to come back again. The mother and son hugged each other and cried. From what he knew that Sam's dad and his fiance Lucy Miller's dad were best friends. Lucy's father was a well known politician and high level government official while Sam's dad was his assistant and subordinate government official. It was due to political reason Lucy's dad got attacked when Sam's dad shielded him and took the bullet in his place and died.

Sam's mother couldn't accept her husband's death. She bacame ill mentally and physically and died 3 years later. Sam was only 13, years old and was left with no relative.

While walking home after school, Sam had a miniscule of hope that probably his parents were alive in this different world. Sam hurried his way home only to be greeted a cold, lonely house.

Sam sighed. "I'm home! "

He dumped his bag on the floor as he looked at the same old house from his memory. He walked towards the family photo on the cupboard.

"Mom, dad, suddenly I was transmigrated into this new world. But fate played shit on me this time! I can't awaken superpower. I'm the bottom feeder here. Even Lucy threatened to leave me. What should I do? You know I'm not good on studies. If it was before, I would have drawn comics to get a living. It's useless in this world. What should I do? "

Minutes after getting no response from the photo, Sam bitterly smiled as he kept the photo frame in place and walked away. Grabbing some instant noodles from the fridge, he boiled it and ate for the dinner.

After going to his room, he took out his sketching book and started drawing a doodle. Yeah, Sam was a painter. He was an otaku too.

This habit even didn't change in this life. He loved to do sketches, abstract arts, word arts and model sketches, photograph and photoshop and many others. In his previous life he made a quite money by selling them online. He even started to draw a toon comic before he crossed over. It was his dream to graduate from a first class art college.

"Hah.. where is my system? Why didn't I get a golden finger like those OP protagonist in we novels? Where is Justice? Where can I get Godzilla and King Kong as cute pet? I can't even sell this shitty doodle! " cursed Sam as he ultimately destroyed the doodle and threw the sketching book away.

He just quitely laid on his bed as he drifted to sleep.

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7am in the morning.

*Beep * Beep*

*Beep * Beep*

"Dhewt! Shut up you annoying alarm"

Sam cursed as he stopped the stupid alarm. What a gorgy morning to start with.. Sam yawned. He got up and looked at the mirror. He noticed frowning at himself. Why did he look so gloomy and villainous?

Where did the cheerful boy go? Why was he suddenly so gloomy?

No.. no.. life couldn't go like this. He needed to find ways to become cheerful and earn money. He couldn't rely on Lucy's family for everything. Hyonotizing himself to cheer up, he brushed his teeth and got ready for school. He grabbed a bread, locked his house and slowly walked his way to school.

It usually took Sam 15mins by foot for him to reach school. He promised himself from now on he would study hard and get admitted a normal university. He was walking on his own way when he heard a scream..

"Help"

"Help "

"Help me please "

Sam clearly heard the voice and was going to ignore it when ghe saw a woman rushing towards himself.

"@%#&#@" cursed Sam in as much as obsene language his vocabulary had.

He clearly vowed to be a good boy but why would the society not let him be??

The woman was being robbed by a man. She clearly saw Sam going through another alley. She subconsciously shouted for help. Seeing that Sam wasn't going to help, she got angry and rushed towards Sam to divert the criminal's attention to him.

"Brother, brother you are finally here..Lina was going to die today.. woo.. woo" cried the girl as she hid behind Sam.

Sam saw the girl had same uniform as him which meant that she studied in the same school as him.

"Good I will use you as a decoy while u fight and I run away. " though the girl viciously.

"Boy, fuck off or die. " yelled the molester impatiently.

"Brother, don't live Jesicca woo... wooo.. "

"Tch! What a drama. " thought Sam as he kept thinking how to get out of the situation without fighting.