Not mtl (Reborn With steve Stand)

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Chapter 1: Prologue
In the heart of downtown, Anytown, USA.
Mark ambled down the sun-drenched street, his little sister's hand firmly grasped in his.
It was high noon, and the summer sun beat down mercilessly, baking the asphalt and making the air shimmer with heat. Mark endured the sweltering temperatures, sweat soaking through his shirt and dripping down his face.
Even the stray dogs wandering the sidewalks looked miserable, their tongues lolling out as they panted in the oppressive heat.
But unlike the weary adults and dogs, young Lily remained unaffected by the scorching weather. She skipped along beside Mark, humming a cheerful tune and radiating youthful energy.
"Ah, to be young again," Mark thought with a weary sigh. "Guess I'm getting too old for this. Can't even pull an all-nighter anymore without feeling like death warmed over."
For Mark, a self-proclaimed gamer and pop culture enthusiast, staying up all night binge-watching shows or playing video games was a regular occurrence.
Unfortunately, his body, no longer as resilient as it once was, was starting to rebel.
Watching Lily revel in the carefree joy of summer vacation, Mark felt a pang of nostalgia. He remembered a time when he could easily spend days on end glued to his computer, barely sleeping or eating.
But now, the demands of his job and the pressures of adult life had taken their toll. His gaming skills had dulled, replaced by the constant need to catch up on sleep.
That's why he cherished every opportunity to escape into the virtual world during his free time. The dark circles under his eyes had become a permanent fixture, earning him the nickname "Panda Man" from his amused coworkers.
"Ice cream, ice cream, get your ice cream here!"
Just as these thoughts were swirling in Mark's mind, a catchy jingle blared from across the street, drawing his attention to an ice cream parlor.
"Mark, I want ice cream!"
Lily, being a child, was instantly captivated by the jingle. She looked up at Mark with big, pleading eyes. "Mark, can I have some ice cream, please?"
"You little sweet tooth."
Mark chuckled and, taking Lily's hand, steered her towards the ice cream shop across the street. "Come on, I'll get you a scoop."
"Yay!!"
Lily pumped her small fist in the air, her excitement bubbling over.
Laughing and chatting, they crossed the sidewalk, eager for a cool treat.
But at that very moment, a horn blared, shattering the cheerful atmosphere. Mark turned his head to see a rusty pickup truck barreling towards them, blatantly ignoring the red light.
Lily froze, her face etched with fear.
Mark's heart lurched. He instinctively reached for Lily, intending to pull her out of the way. But the cumulative effects of years of sleep deprivation and pushing himself too hard suddenly caught up with him. A sharp, agonizing pain tore through his chest, immobilizing him.
"Oh... no."
As the pickup truck closed in with terrifying speed, Mark gritted his teeth and, with a final surge of adrenaline, shoved Lily out of harm's way.
There was a screech of brakes, a deafening crash, and then the world exploded in a kaleidoscope of pain and noise.
Mark lay sprawled on the ground, his head spinning, his lower body numb. He vaguely registered the warm, sticky sensation spreading across his abdomen.
"Mark!"
Lily's terrified scream pierced through the haze.
Struggling to open his eyes, Mark saw Lily's tear-stained face and a horrifying jumble of mangled flesh, shredded clothes, and shattered bone just a few feet away. Just moments ago, those tattered jeans had been whole.
"Am I... going to die?"
A strange sense of calm descended upon Mark as he faced the grim reality. Dying young meant escaping years of struggle and hardship. He couldn't help but think that his coworkers might even envy him. But dying like this, broken and mangled... that was a truly pathetic way to go. He shuddered to think how his parents would handle his remains. Surely they wouldn't just scoop him up like roadkill, would they?
[Loading... Complete: Body Digitization Successful.]
Huh?
A flicker of surprise crossed Mark's face. He thought he'd heard a voice, but with Lily's distraught cries filling his ears, he couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just a passerby, filming his gruesome demise for some morbid online video.
"Lily, please don't cry..."
With that thought in mind, Mark reached out to comfort Lily, but the initial numbness had given way to excruciating pain. Even the slightest touch was unbearable.
[Loading... Complete: Body Adjustment Complete, Pain Receptors Successfully Blocked.]
The persistent ringing sound that had been bothering Mark intensified, further muddling his thoughts. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the world began to fade to black. It was then that the true horror of death dawned on him.
"So this is it?"
"I... I don't want to die..."
[Loading... Complete: Game Mode Set to Survival Mode, Loss of All Items and Experience upon Death.]
"There's so much I haven't done..."
[Loading... Complete: Unlocked Pam's HarvestCraft Module.]
"So many places I haven't seen..."
[Loading... Complete: Unlocked Biomes O' Plenty Module.]
"Lily, I'm so sorry. I won't be there for you anymore. If Mom and Dad don't come, use the map to find your way home..."
[Loading... Complete: Unlocked Mini-Map Module.]
"It's those damn corporations, working me to death. This is all their fault. If I ever get the chance, I'll..."
[Loading... Complete: Unlocked Avaritia Module.]
Mark's voice trailed off, his eyes losing their focus as Lily's cries grew distant. He wanted to joke, to tell her something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. Darkness enveloped him, swallowing him whole.
Only the darkness remained.