March 24, 2007, Monday – 9:15 PM
'Hmm... hmmmm...'
Adan had been staring at the panel for what felt like hours.
| Name: Adan Emika
| Age: 17 years old
| Height: 5'2"
| Weight: 99 kg
'Damn... I'm obese,' he thought, pinching the soft, doughy fat around his stomach.
Toink, toink... toink.
'And... short, too. I was... 6'2" the last I recall. Well, let's not worry about height, then,' he hummed.
The sight of his lack of a six-pack was as familiar as the misery it brought. But honestly, even after a year of this, he'd figured he could escape this reality. He could always work off the weight later. He shrugged it off.
Let's just shrink this fat again...
The thought made him chuckle bitterly. He had been here before, after all. Huh...Stats??
| Strength: F
| Dexterity: F
| Intelligence: B
| Endurance: B
| Charisma: F
| Luck: F
'My stats....dang . I'm sure are a novice and Noob if I happened to be a game character?? Well, at least I'm smart .Ho ho ho. 34 years of experiece of living dude'
"F? So, I'm weak, huh?" he muttered under his breath, a sarcastic grin tugging at his lips.
With that, Adan's others weaknesses seemed to fade into the background. He sure a bit optimistic .
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Bzzt... Bzzt...
Adan looked down at his phone, frowning. The thing was ancient. The screen displayed an unknown number.
"Hello?"
Adan raised an eyebrow. Who would be calling him at this hour? He wasn't exactly Mr. Popular in his younger years. Could it be that scammer again? What did they call themselves? Oh yeah... a Watcher.
"Geez... pretty good, I guess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lovely seeing the cute, old me. I'm just here eating ice cream and walking down the school garden... you freaking idiots! At least send me back when I'm not getting my ass kicked!"
A laugh echoed through the phone—a sound both familiar and distant.
"Is the whole reason I'm back in the past just to change my fate? Will it affect the future, too?" Adan asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Not quite sure?" Adan barked, frustration bubbling in his chest. "Who the hell are you, really? You're really pissing me off, dude. Show yourself so I can punch your face!"
The laughter on the line grew louder, more irritating.
'Heaven's sake, is this just a game to them? Or am I just a puppet dancing on their strings, with them as the puppeteers?'
Adan shook his head.
'No, it's a chance. My chance to make it right.'
"Really? So it's permanent?" Adan's voice softened, disbelief creeping in. His eyes sparkled with hope.
"Why?"
"Who are you—"
Before Adan could finish, the voice cut him off.
The line went dead, leaving Adan staring at the phone in confusion, his mind racing.
"I swear... that person—or whatever they are—sure knows how to make my blood boil."
He groaned in irritation, unsure whether to be angry or just... confused.
Suddenly, he heard a creak. The door creaked open, pulling his attention away from his thoughts. His eyes flicked toward the doorway, his body tensing.
He stepped out of his room, clenching his fists, a rush of emotions flooding him.
Oh, how much I missed ...