"Holy crap". 1 woke up with a severe headache and the sun beating down on his body. It was ten in the morning sunlight, but considering that his body had been burning there for hours, it wasn't very pleasant.
1 stood up and began to recall all the events of the night. It all started when his friends invited him to drink and, well... the end was a bit apocalyptic, but nothing that he hadn't already experienced during that year.
Without any shame for just wearing pants, the young man got up and went to his house. He had a lot of problems, but financially he wasn't one of them. His parents died a few years ago and left him with enough assets to live comfortably.
His house was an apartment with three bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and two bathrooms, a relatively large and comfortable property. As soon as he arrived, he started reading his diary, it had become an addiction after these months.
Diary Perspective:
I sold half of my assets to pay for my girlfriend's medical school tuition, this will be the wedding gift I will give her. The details still need to be worked out, but that's the plan.
I haven't written for a few days, my relationship feels strange, something doesn't feel right, but I can't say exactly why, I'm just going to keep doing my best.
I feel more apathy towards the people around me every day, my psychologist had already said that I have some unresolved problems. When there is some time left, I must return to her.
Going to full-time college is killing me, but this is a promise that I shouldn't leave aside, it's a respect I owe to my parents.
She finished everything.
The diary that was once immense and full of words now only had this single sheet smelling of wine and tears. It had been about three months since 1 ended his relationship and three months since he lived this crazy life.
Fortunately, he didn't pay for her college tuition, he repurchased the money in other buildings. The teenager had many problems, but being stupid wasn't one of them, you shouldn't spend more than you earn.
In these three months, he went through many different moments, the first of which was when he started going out and drinking every weekend, it was a very fun and intoxicating path.
1 had white hair and black eyes, a very rare genetic combination. This made his white skin stand out, added to the fact that he went to the gym in his free time, made him look very attractive.
A 21-year-old with a good appearance and a lot of money resulted in the obvious, 1 had relationships with dozens of women in a very short period, it was extremely easy, and most fell for his charms.
This wasn't a female problem as the men around him also flocked like flies, just the fact that he was relatively wealthy made him a very interesting potential friend.
"Another day alone", 1 thought when he saw the dishes he left in the sink from the other day. This was one of his favorite phrases, because he always felt alone, since he was little.
Even though I had two super loving and present parents, 1 still felt alone. He was the boy who never gave his parents trouble, never got bad grades, or did actions that embarrassed his parents.
1 was not special, he was an ordinary person like anyone else, he did the basics with the conditions he had, and his relative success was not even impressive considering his conditions.
After washing the dishes, the teenager sat on the balcony to eat a poorly produced breakfast, just some generic proteins and a loaf of bread, nothing more than the minimum effort for maximum results.
"That looks horrible," a gentleman who was sitting at the same table as 1 commented.
"It's not that bad ... " 1 paused for a moment "Hey! This is a private place, I'm going to call the security guards..." 1 couldn't continue speaking when he found himself sitting again without being able to move a muscle.
"See the horizon?" The old man with a beard and white hair pointed to the sky, it was supposed to be an 11 am sun or so, but it was a black sun along with a red sky, a crazy environment.
Buildings were on fire, 1 saw dozens of houses falling apart and planes being shot down, it seemed like the end of the world was beginning. 1 relaxed his body, and in the end, that was it.
"This is the end?" 1's voice came out choppy, many different feelings appeared to him.
"Do you have any regrets?" The old man seemed to have said this a thousand times.
"I don't, I only regret what I didn't do", 1 gave a very philosophical answer.
"This is the future, in fact, in 9 months your world will be irrigated by the black sun and everyone will gain certain special powers, it will be complete chaos, millions will die and millions more will triumph." 1 didn't quite understand where this conversation was going.
"What's the point of this conversation?"
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"I hate impatient people, what I'm offering you is an offer that thousands are receiving. You will receive access to mana a year before everyone else. If you want to cause chaos before everyone else, feel free, you have no obligation."
1's life was excellent in every aspect, but there always seemed to be something missing, it seemed like there was always a point missing, a certain excitement of being able to achieve more than what the world alone offers. So, even though this situation seemed crazy, he...
"I accept."
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"Holy crap." 1 felt that this sentence had already left his mouth and not long ago. He woke up in his bed, but... he was with three other women, three red-haired women with perfect bodies and...
"Holy crap." This time, 1's phrase woke up one of the women, but he didn't care. He remembered perfectly well where he was, but there was not the right question but when.
"GET OUT! GET DRESSED UP AND LEAVE MY HOUSE!" 1 got up and woke up the woman. "LET'S GO! LET'S GO!" The teenager received some insults, but he didn't care. In a few seconds, he was alone in his apartment.
His head was hurting a lot, to a bizarre degree. He remembered that this hadn't happened at the time. The pain continued to intensify over the next few minutes, he didn't know exactly why.
The pain got to the point that 1 started banging his head on the floor like crazy. The pain of hitting his head eased the pain in his head. It was a strange thing to feel, but that was exactly what was happening.
"I hate using mental teleportation, argh !" Kayden's headache magically disappeared when a fairy appeared in front of him. He was in too much pain to associate the two things.
Author's note: welcome to my second book where I won't be serious at all, don't get attached to anyone or anything, and be ready to hate Klaus with all your strength, in the end, he represents you and me as someone normal, mental balance is an illusion, lose the consequences and gain the true mask.