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Chapter 7 - Ethereal Life, Chapter 7: Uniqueness

He suddenly missed those days when he had a proper roof back on earth. Can he build a proper house for himself in the future? Only the future knows.

In this grassland full of grass and soil, he can try building a cave house underground, but making a proper one without wood would be impossible.

Lightning and thunder rumbled above the vast grassland as the rain continued to fall from the high sky. He didn't go out for fear of attracting some unlucky things for himself. In his position, where he was facing the opened door, he could only see the somewhat visible pond under the heavy rain.

Even that was already challenging his eyesight in this situation. The lightning that would flash by is also scary to look at. It was as if he stared more intently at it. He might be noticed and given some lightning punishment.

The rumbling thunder is what scared him the most. Even in his heart, he can feel the frightening vibration of the sound barrier being broken every time lightning flashes by.

Nature sure is scary. How could those light novel protagonists wield them like nothing? How could being hit by lightning reincarnate you into another world with your memory intact?

Using lightning to cultivate I'm sorry, I don't think I'm in a cultivation novel right now. Reality and fantasy are two different kinds of things. I do mind that I'm already very lucky to still be alive like this. Not to mention, I got my youth back. It's better to be content than to cause harm because of greed.

The lightning and thunder continue to flash and rumble like it's the end of the world. It was a sleepless night. Under such frightening Armageddon thunderstorms, he can only wrap his knees with his two arms and hide his head in between.

Finding some comfort in forgetting what was happening outside—this weather—is this the norm here?

A few seconds later, he found peace in his mind—he fell asleep, shaking slightly from the cold.

....

The next day.

Tweet~ Tweet~ 

He woke up with a start. The tweets coming from the early morning birds flew through his holey and deformed shelter before entering his ears. 

The first thing that registered in his mind was the weakness and the feeling of dizziness in his body. He felt some discomfort as he thought he wanted to vomit something, but he didn't have anything to achieve that.

He took hold of his head with his hand, feeling the hotness therein. "I had a fever." Getting sick in the wild, where he had no knowledge of herbs that could cure simple sickness, is the worst thing that can happen.

He can only make do by recovering, eating his fill, and waiting for the days to pass before repairing his rundown shelter. "I can't possibly do any hard work in this situation right now."

Food is essential in fighting any kind of sickness, so he had to eat first. "Where was the meat again? h, I found it." Then he was in a dilemma; the meat was wet from the rain yesterday night.

He tried to sniff them, and he smelled nothing bad yet, but for safety purposes, he must heat them up first before eating one. "Unfortunately, even the branches and dry grass were of no use when they were wet." He sighed and bit into the stiff meat.

"I can only make do." To survive, he finished his meal and took off all of his clothes as he hung them outside. Looking at the dispersing clouds above and the shining rays of the warm sun.

He stretched out dazedly, his mind somewhere. "Ah, what should I do?" This issue that has happened to him just now has really made him realize that being alone makes many things impossible.

Feeling the uncomfortable feeling and heaviness in his head, he slumped on the wet puddle grass as he dazedly looked at the horizon. Nobody knows what he was thinking as he dozed off naked under the sun.

A while later, he crawled towards the pond and submerged himself. He felt hot, but the breeze felt cold, making his fever rise so he dove underwater. Bathing in the pond where he first appeared and returned back to his youth should have some healing attributes, right?

He didn't want to die, at least not for now, when he had just to enjoy his worry-free new life in another world. Somehow, while he was submerged in the pond,

The chaotic thoughts and the feeling of heaviness and discomfort coming from his whole body slowly disappeared.

His mind seems to have entered some momentary peace that he found hard to get away from.

It felt like he had not been asleep in a long time. He opened his tired eyes, confused by what was around him.

High-rise buildings, passing cars letting out smoke, and the putrid hot air of rust from their engines. The hot sun and polluted canals, together with the noisy crowd walking and passing by, left him somewhat stunned as he thought, "Am I back...on earth?".

He looked down and saw himself in the casual attire he remembered wearing during his university days. He won't forget that time, that place, or that part of his life.

He suddenly had an incredulous idea of what was happening around him. To find that answer, he walked near a two-wheel vehicle and saw himself in one of its side mirrors.

A young face marked by the difficulties of life and the complexity of society. In order to find a well-paying job and to survive in this time and age, he had to go with the flow and waste his life to be a slave in another term. "Did I go back in time?"

The young man touched the older man beside him and asked, "Hello, can I ask what time it is?"

However, the old man didn't seem to see him, even though he was touching him quietly and strongly. He suddenly felt afraid somehow. Trying to calm his starting to get frightened heart. He walked around as he touched as well as called them in various ways. 

His heart trembled. "They can't see or hear me." No matter what he did, be it punching them or shouting in front of them, Even if they fell or got their faces spit on, his existence seems to not exist in their minds.

The young man suddenly felt dizzy as fear gripped his mind. He felt suffocated, as though an unseen hand were holding his beating heart. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

If this is a dream, please let me wake up.

The next thing he knew, he was already sitting inside a fast-food restaurant. The surroundings were full of people chatting, eating merrily, or chatting happily.

He lifted both knees nervously and wrapped his arms around them. He saw that the table had some drinks, so he tried to sip them to see what it taste like. "H—hm?! It's sweet?" 

Is this a dream? No, maybe a nightmare? He took a deep breath and calmed himself. For a nightmare to be this real, how could that be? Is this perhaps some kind of real illusion?

I'm thinking straight and clear right now. Looking around, he calmed down considerably. When he finally felt his heart calm down and his mind unaffected by fear, it took a little bit for him to rationalize everything that had happened.

He was already in another scene. This made him somewhat nervous, bu he calmed down much more than before. Only because he was currently helpless. This is the feeling that he hated. The feeling of being a minor character who cannot change anything.

He was currently standing inside the men's clothing section of a deluxe fashion shop.

He wondered if there was a purpose to what he was experiencing right now. He clenched his palms into a fist as an irritating feeling started brewing within his heart.

In the end, he hated how he was always on the losing end of all the happenings around him.

I'm just a half-assed programmer who has no motivation in life because my sole reason to live doesn't exist. If not, what was the point of living this depressing life?

Didn't he volunteer to fix that malfunctioning pipeline back then, when he found a good place and time to die?

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Funny, funny, so fun! I'm laughing so much that I want to cry and punch you, whoever was doing this to me.

Depression, fear, anxiety, sadness, hopelessness, and despair—are you done? If you saw and read my memories, then you ought to know by now who I am.

Yes, I don't usually display all the feelings I have. I kept bottling them deep inside my heart. No matter how painful and heavy it was. All of them were kept tightly so that no one would see my pain; that would affect them.

It's better for me to die. Die in a flash; please destroy this world. Annihilate this humanity and wipe out all the sins we have committed. Ah, I hate pain, but why do you have to give me one after another?

I don't want to live anymore; please take my life. Please let me rest.