Everybody was staring at him. Not that he was handsome or anything. He had average looks, a height of 5 foot 7, thin body frame, curly long hair and big square glasses. He looked more like a guy sniffing the good stuff than a normal student.
As soon as he noticed that people were staring at him, his face turned red and he immediately went inside the school premises.
As soon as he tapped his I.D. on the card reader, he ran towards the stairs while he hid his face with his bag.
"Hopefully no one from my section saw me... ahhhh why did I have to go crazy on the first day. F*ck it!" he shouted in his mind.
Ding!
While he was looking for his classroom, a notification rang in his pockets and he immediately opened his phone.
'Stamina has recovered! Complete missions to get more crystals!"
Matthew's eyes glimmered like the stars and he immediately stopped on the spot to do some missions.
"It would be a waste to let my stamina be full while I'm not playing it in the classroom. Better use it up for it to recover while I'm in class" he thought to himself.
Bump!
Because he stopped so abruptly in the middle of a sea of students, it was unavoidable that someone walking would bump into him.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" The guy was obviously mad from bumping into someone that just suddenly stopped in front of him.
Matthew turned his head around and saw the guy. The guy had black spiky hair. He wore white Calvin Klein shorts, a tight-fit grey polo shirt, and Nike sneakers. Oh, and he had a Rolex watch to boot. A damn rich kid, Matthew thought.
"Sorry 'bout that, but you should probably look where you're going next time" Matthew told the guy, then he turned his head back to his phone to continue playing.
"This damn nerd!" the guy went on to face Matthew and gripped the latter's shirt and it made Matthew's feet an inch above the ground. Because of the sudden action of the spiky hair guy, he lost his grip on his phone it dropped on ground.
As I saw the screen crack and the light turning black, I immediately felt like the world stopped for a second.
"Noooo!" I screamed on top of my lungs. It was only phone I had and I can't afford to buy a new one so of course I would go full retard mode on this son of a b**ch "Pay me back for my phone!"
The spiky hair guy looked at me mockingly and sneered "Tsk, you had the gall to bump into me and the way you apologised seemed more like you telling me that it was my fault. So why would I pay for your crappy phone?".
I didn't hear much of the things he said. But one thing's for sure, he wasn't going to pay me back from the way he's still holding me up. Not able to think clearly anymore, I tried to kick him on the balls. Amazingly, he blocked it with one of his knees.
"You're asking for it!" the spiky hair guy let go of me while pushing me back. He then threw an uppercut at me. I was trying to avoid the punch but I only staggered forward even more.
Crack!
"Agghhhkkkk" the punch landed on my throat and I felt the most horrible pain I've ever experienced my entire life. The worst part was that as I was trying to breathe from the excruciating pain, no air could enter my throat. Blood started coming out from my mouth and I grovelled on the floor.
The people around me where panicking, but my vision already started to blur. I realised that I was dying. I had so many things I haven't done yet, like making my own game or getting a 5-star pull from 'Dragalia Lost'. All thanks to this damn hot headed spiky hair guy. These were my thoughts before completely blacking out.
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"Sigh"
Somewhere in the universe, an old man with bald hair and long white beard that reached his feet, wearing loose white garbs, sighed deeply.
"I have watched countless souls pass through the gates of Limbo, but I have never seen a soul whose lights were practically non-existent. Pitiful. Truly, truly, pitiful."
The Light of a Soul practically showed the luck of the person. Be it his accumulated or future luck, it would all be seen on soul. If yours were as bright as the sun, you would practically be a winner throughout all of your reincarnations. But if yours were as dim as a firefly's, then your life throughout all of your reincarnations would be comparable, or even worse, than dog sh*t.
The old man looked at the soul of a thin young man with curly long hair. The soul belonged to Matthew. The soul looked exactly just like Matthew right before he died.
"Hmmm? What's this?" The old man noticed a weird string hanging on Matthew's soul. He quickly grabbed at it and took a look.