"Is only a few more weeks to N level, you can do it!" Looking into the mirror is a young boy who looks to be around eighteen, despite being two years younger. "You haven't read a novel in months, haven watch an anime for years, been practicing drawing only or listening to music. You can endure a few more weeks."
Nodding to himself, he slowly walks out of the little area with his closet and mirror. His room looks small but is because of the too many tables and shelves. And a buckbed.
Going under his buckbed is his study table. He continued practising his math, and time passed before he knew it.
Going up to bed, he take a deep breath, and calm himself.
Than, he lay on the bed. Staring at his ceiling, trying to fall asleep.
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He slowly open his eyes, thinking he heard something.
"No pain?" He felt his stomach, only to feel something different. "I'm more skinny??" He got up, feeling the blood rushing into his head. "Too fast." He held his head, and look around.
"I isekai?" He muttered, glancing around, 'Why at this moment! I studied so hard damn it!' "Now now not the time to think about it." He said to himself, 'I hope I get this person past memories..' His head hurts more, images and audio transmitted to his brain.
"What do you know.." He chuckled softly, "I'm going crazy." He close his eyes, and look through the memories.
After a while, he let out a breath.
"This power, seems like its suited for me." He open his palm, a fireball appeared, and it spin and spin till it became a gas ball, than disappeared, "But it doesn't seem to have any actual power to it. Like an illusion?" He got off his hay bed, which now caused his back to feel alittle stiff.
"Nothing I can't handle." He stretched, "School seems to be starting again in few months." He walk out of the small room.
'I'm really in another world.'
He look at the streets that reminds him of the some old building streets from where he lived before. Expect, there is people with weapons around, the horses looks different.
He stepped out and saw the room he was in, which is part of another store.
'Right, I live in their extra room. Nice of them to still give me leftovers.' He thought, as he started walking.
The air smells different, there isn't pollution from the vehicles, only sometimes he smells what he guesses are poops, from the animals.
'When school starts, I can live in the dormitory.. I'm in the second year.. let's see. Right, my name's still Lex, but I have no surname..' He thought, as he looks at what various stores is selling.
In one of the windows, he saw what he looked like. His hair is short, with a few strains of hair over his forehead. His eyes remind him of his previous life's one. His face is smoother with no pimples, mouth, and nose smaller. He is wearing a grey shirt with brown shorts.
'My ideal look.' He felt smug, 'But my eyes still look fierce...' He sighs at that thought and continues walking.
'Food here is different too.' He look at the different colour food, 'Glad I'm no picky eater.' He looks forward, he have been walking for a while now. 'I still don't feel tired..' He tried experimenting, thinking he was tired. His speed slowed down, and he felt his body heavy.
'Intersting. My talent can only boost my body currently only. What about sleep? Even without physical exhaustion, mental illness can still be exhausted.' He start walking back and reach back to his mini house.
'I think I should train my body without my talent. In case there is anyone with the talent to temporarily erase it.' He looked through the hay where he found an empty book.
Book isn't rare in this place, so it's normal.
'I better start writing my previous life, to not lose grip on both reality.' Finding a pen, he gave up and used his nail, cutting his other hand, he use it as ink. 'Haha! I'm actually using blood to write..'
After a few hours, he saw a shadow outside his door before it slowly walked away. Leaving another one there.
He opened his door and saw a bowl with two small pieces of bread along with a note, he picked it up and read it.
'Leftover my foot.' He took the bowl, 'There isn't a mould on this bread.' He sat down and looked at the bread. A small smile on his face, as he took one bite.
"I miss home.."