Looking at the bustling streets and the lights that illumanites it i couldn't help but sigh about the tragedy that i am in. Yesterday i was getting drunk to forget about being dumped for being a poor ghost and i woke up i found myself lying under a bridge on a carton, at first i was confused especially after looking at my tall figure, after all i was relatively short but looking at my legs i can guess that i am about 2 meters tall and then the memories of this body hit me like a truck and i passed out. It turned out to be that my name is Ahmed and my English name is Hero. Ahmed lived a bitter life, he is not from the United States but from north Africa a country called Tunisia, his parents loved him deeply but unfortunately fate was not with them and they died in a car accident when Ahmed was 8 years old
Ahmed relied on his grandparents to live until he was 15 years old when he decided not to be a burden anymore and find a way to work and make money so he started working in construction sites and any place that had money and when he finally saved some money he was deceived with an opportunity to go to America to work, they told him that they can provide him with work and accommodation at least for two months. For a naive 16 years old kid of course he believes that his future is in America but God played another trick with him when he arrived not only they did not provide him with what they promised, they robbed him of what he had. So for the past year he has been homeless living under a bidge and learning English to speak fortunately HERO is somewhat smart and in a year he was able to speak and read like native.
After figuring out that I traveled through from the bustling 2023 to today wich happens to be November 7, 1991 wich market the ending of an era in the basketball world. Today is the day my most favourite player and coincidentally the favorite player of the body I'm in now. magic johnson is going to retire because of AIDS and the era of black and white, the magic bird era is going to be over and the era of the champion of the bulls is starting. I woke up from the coma and led my tired body to stand in front of a tv store to see if i can catch a glimpse of magic. On TV there was magic standing there crying and announcing the news of retirement and the reason why. I look around me and there was like a hundred people crying next to me, crying the end of an era and crying the end of the city hero.
At this moment of time there was a sound coming from my ears
"Ding ding system starting"
"Ding scanning the host"
"Ding welcome hero to the basketball hall of fame system"
'"System? What system are you, how did you get in my head??
" don't worry host the system is specifically built to help leave your mark on basketball and possibly be the greatest player ever "
" Ding you have an unopened starter pack do the host want to to open it?" "
" open "
" Ding congratulations host for acquiring rookie magic johnson template and abilities"