"So hey, I am Adam—at least that's what my real name was. But then I got reincarnated in the game I was playing. How I got here? Well, long story in long, 'cause it's a long story."
Let's rewind a bit. Before I ended up as Moris Secht, a background character in some fantasy dating sim, I was just Adam White, a perfectly average 18-year-old middle-class guy.
Now I'm here, in a world that's both familiar and completely absurd. My name? Moris Secht. My position? A noble. My life? Trash.
"Why trash?" you ask. Let me introduce you to my wonderful parents.
First up:Christopher Secht, my father. He's sweet, nurturing, and the glue that holds this family together. While he's the one managing the day-to-day responsibilities and keeping things running smoothly, he doesn't call the shots. Instead, he's the kind of father who listens, supports, and makes sure everyone's okay.
Then there's Olivia Secht, my mother. She's the decision-maker in this household. Olivia's strong, sharp, and always the one giving the final word. She runs the household like a well-oiled machine and commands respect without breaking a sweat.
…Wait. Did I just say that opposite? No, I didn't. Because that's exactly how this trash world works! Women are the ones in charge here. They're the rulers, the generals, the heads of households. Men still go out and work, make money, and do their thing, but the women are the ones calling the shots.
Call me old-fashioned, but I grew up in a world where dads made most of the big decisions, and moms supported them while keeping the family emotionally grounded. Here? It's a matriarchal society, and I'm just trying not to trip over how different it all feels.
But enough about the present. Let me tell you how I got here in the first place.
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Back in my old world, I had just graduated high school—a.k.a. the one time in life where you can pretend you've achieved something significant. Naturally, I decided to milk it for all it was worth.
"Adam, what's next for you?" everyone asked.
"Oh, I'm taking a gap year," I'd reply, acting like I had some grand plan. Spoiler: I didn't.
To me, life after high school looked like this:
1. Go to university.
2. Drown in assignments.
3. Get a job you probably won't like.
4. Work until you're old and wrinkly.
5. Die.
So yeah, I decided to hit pause before jumping on the hamster wheel of adulthood. Of course, convincing my parents was like trying to explain modern memes to boomers. My dad was all, "Gap year? Are you trying to waste your life?"
But thankfully, my mom was on my side. After months of endless debates, she convinced him to let me "have some space." Translation: one year to prove I wouldn't become a total failure.
And what did I do with my newfound freedom? Moved out, obviously! Partly to avoid my dad's lectures, but mostly to escape my younger sister—a.k.a. the human equivalent of a mosquito.
I hated her. She was annoying, bratty, and somehow always knew exactly how to ruin my day. I thought living alone would mean freedom from her constant torment. Guess what? Life had other plans.
My dad, in all his infinite wisdom, decided my sister would live with me. "It's convenient," he said. "Her school's nearby." Yeah, sure, Dad. Let's call it "convenience" and not "saving bus fees."
And the worst part? Being stuck alone with her brought back memories I'd rather forget.
"Wait," I muttered one day. "The last time they were alone when I went on a school trip and came back only to find out Mom was pregnant with her. Are they trying to pull that off again? At their age? Mom's menopause is right around the corner!"
Living with her was like living in a sitcom where I was the butt of every joke. The cherry on top? She gave me the cursed game that killed me.
"Here," she said one day, tossing a box at me. "You're not doing anything useful anyway, so finish this game for me before I get back from my school trip. Or…" She leaned in with that evil smirk only siblings can master. "I'll tell Mom and Dad what you've been watching on your PC at night."
Yeah, she went there. So, like the desperate fool I was, I played. And played. And played. Day and night, fueled by caffeine and spite. I had to finish the game before she came back.
And I did it. I completed every route, unlocked every ending. I was the king of virtual romance. Victory was mine! Or so I thought.
Because right after that, my monitor exploded. No, really. My gaming setup overheated, and the monitor went
BOOM!.
Sparks, smoke, the whole dramatic finale. And that's how I died.
As my vision faded and my lungs filled with smoke, I had one last thought: Well, at least my browser history is gone. Small victories.
And then… I woke up here. In this absurd world, as a 12-year-old noble named Moris Secht. And this name it's frickin' disgusting I won't even name my turtle this bad.
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Character's note
So hey- It's me Adam again
Yeah there's no author's note because I don't want it, now that's it for how I got in this trashy world though let's not forget it's a dating sim so I think I might finally experience what I see in my pc at night...
See you pals in the next chapter✌️