The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with vibrant rays of sunlight cascading towards his eyes.
As they adjusted to the bright light and noise, he realized that he was standing on the edge of a building at least 50 meters above the ground.
A sea of people looked up at him, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony of concern and confusion. The man's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation.
":I" the accountant was confused.
Suddenly, he heard shouting from below, pleading for him not to jump.
He looked up and saw helicopters circling above, their cameras pointed at him.
"Don't do it!" They shouted.
"I know you have no class, but it doesn't matter, it's not worth it!"
'What the fuck kind of argument is that, and what the hell is a class,' the man groaned, pinching himself to make sure whatever he was in wasn't just some dream and that he wasn't in a coma after being hit by the truck.
But the pinch only brought pain, confirming that this was indeed reality.
The wind blew through his black hair as he stood on the edge, contemplating the situation he found himself in.
The chaos below only seemed to escalate as more and more people gathered.
The helicopters were also still spinning in the air, broadcasting whatever was happening live to the entire world.
"Yeah ok," the man laughed as he couldn't hold it in, he couldn't have been put in a more ridiculous situation, but Rher seemed to have a weird sense of humor.
He distanced himself from the edge as he didn't want to trip and fall, after all what would happen to him if he found himself back in Rher's dimension, the god laughing in his face for dying less than 5 minutes after being reincarnated was something he did NOT want to experience.
But right as he moved away from the edge, he heard a voice behind him.
"I knew you wouldn't do it, you fucking pussy," said a young-looking boy with tanned skin and blonde hair, who despite his age, which was 15, towered over most people at roughly 180cm tall.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" not impressed, the transmigrator looked at the boy in the eyes, surprising him.
"Haha~ It seems like this attempt made you go crazy," The boy smirked in response, activating some sort of power that emitted an overwhelming aura around him, "I'll have to put you back in your place again, classless boy."
"..." Stark didn't even talk, just tilting his head in confusion.
"Stark, you are the lowest of the low and can't do anything right, and yet when I give you a chance to prove yourself, you pussy out?" the man summoned a steel sword out of thin air, it was shimmering with a silver glow, "I'll show you the power of a 'warrior'!"
'Is my name in this world Stark…?' he questioned, seemingly unhappy of the name he had gotten, his previous one was way better.
He didn't even seem to care about the fact magic was being used in front of him, instead focusing on some internal questions, he had no memories of this body after all, so he would need to start from ground zero.
"PAY ATTENTION, FUCKER," the aggressive boy bellowed, his eyes blazing with anger and determination as he charged towards Stark at an alarming speed, his sharp weapon gleamed in the sunlight, ready to slice and dice.
'Hm…' Stark simply stood there, lost in thought, not even bothering to acknowledge the other boy's presence, but this only seemed to infuriate him more.
"Oh! I get it now, Rher! I think this is the tutorial!" Stark nodded and hit the palm of his left hand with a fist of his right.
Then without missing a beat, he instinctively took a step back, deftly evading the tanned boy's attack.
The sudden movement caused the aggressive boy to lose balance and tumble over the edge as he wasn't able to stop, not expecting Stark to avoid and so using his full speed.
"Huh?" the blond man looked down as he fell.
"WATCH OUT!"
"SOMEONE ELSE JUMPED!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, creating a clear path for the falling boy who crashed into the ground with a sickening thud.
Meanwhile, Stark calmly looked down at where the boy had fallen before shrugging nonchalantly, "Oh well, I guess I beat the tutorial," he muttered to himself before casually walking away.
Walking down the stairs, he realized the building he was in seemed to be some sort of luxurious apartment building.
And after a minute, he found himself outside, where the crowd and chaos were located.
"Someone call an ambulance, QUICK!"
The boy who had attacked Stark was on the ground, moving only slightly as his entire body was covered in blood.
"…" Stark looked at him with a blank expression, then shrugged yet again before walking away, "Tutorial bosses are really weak, not gonna lie…"
The commotion and all the cameras were now pointed at the blond guy, allowing Stark to walk away without much issues, and even though some people noticed him, they didn't bother to ask him if he was okay.
"Damn, was this guy really that unimportant? Anyway, I need to figure out where I am before something else happens," Stark sighed as he turned the corner.
But when he did…
"THERE YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" a man in his mid-twenties came rushing his way, he also had black hair and looked a lot like him.
"Who are you?" he asked, unbothered.
"HUH? I'M YOUR BROTHER! YOU USELESS SHIT," the man grabbed Stark by the arm and forced him to seat at the backseat of a luxurious car, "You are the shame of the family, I honestly think you jumping would have made things easier for us."
'How supportive…' Stark rolled his eyes, but smiled on the inside, 'Where the fuck did you put me, Rher…'
Frankly, he didn't take any of this seriously, after all, for him, all of this was only the tutorial, which meant the introduction, hopefully he would get basic information about this world soon though.
Stark observed his surroundings as the car sped off, taking in the opulence of the vehicle and the expensive-looking buildings passing by.
It seemed like he was in a world technologically similar to his previous one.
And after thirty minutes and many different landscapes, he finally parked in front of a mansion.
'Nice, if that's my house then life couldn't get better!'
Or at least that's what he thought.