My life has been marked by a series of deep regrets, among which the fact that I never had the courage to confront my parents stands out. They imposed an unyielding rigidity in everything related to education, not allowing me to express my opinions or explore activities that truly interested me.
From an early age, they instilled in me the belief that in this world, nothing can be achieved without dedicating oneself to studies. Aware that this was the sad reality, I immersed myself in a universe where the supposed "freedom" translated to spending more than a quarter of my life engrossed in education.
After that stage, the struggle to find a job consumed the rest of my days, leaving me barely any time to enjoy the small daily joys. The scarce moments of rest during the weekends were often interrupted by the obligation to work without any remuneration.
In my childhood, my only escape was immersing myself in the books my parents provided, limited to subjects like math, literature, and English. The only activities considered acceptable were board games like chess and solitaire, which, according to them, developed useful mental skills such as intelligence, quick decision-making, strategy, and concentration.
While my peers enjoyed video games, I made do with these alternatives, as they were considered productive and beneficial for my mind.
When I turned 12, my father decided that I needed to balance my development and imposed a strict regime of morning exercises on me. Although I could not deny the importance of maintaining a healthy body, these impositions reinforced my feeling of being trapped in a cycle of expectations and duties imposed by others, even if they came from those who gave me life and sustenance.
Every day, as I subjected myself to exercise routines and continued with my forced education, I wondered if I would ever find true freedom to live my life according to my own passions and desires.
As the years passed, my life might not have been as desperate as those who never knew a hot meal on their table or who wandered aimlessly through the streets. However, my existence was still far from happiness.
The constant feeling of not being able to choose my own destiny and the simple joys of life ate away at me from the inside. I always wondered what it would feel like to play a video game or simply go to a friend's house, but every time I brought up these ideas to my parents, they were instantly rejected.
It was only when I turned 16 that something unusual happened. On my birthday, my parents gave me a gift I never imagined I would receive: a cell phone. They had never given me something so valuable before, not even a simple game to distract me. At first, I was deeply excited, although I made sure not to show too much enthusiasm to avoid making my parents regret their decision.
I thanked them with a smile and expressed my gratitude.
"Thank you very much, now with this I can look up school topics I don't understand," I said calmly. My parents seemed pleased with my reaction and mentioned that they thought the phone would be useful for my studies.
When I finally had a moment alone in my room that night, I explored my new phone with curiosity. Although I had never used a cell phone before, I had knowledge of its internal functioning and how to create one, which was somewhat strange.
During my search to install games, I realized that this device seemed specifically designed to prevent me from accessing that type of entertainment.
Frustrated by this limitation, I decided to explore the phone's browser in search of something that could alleviate my boredom. It was then that I discovered a whole new world: anime and light novels.
Although I had always read, my previous readings were limited to study subjects. Now, I had before me stories of adventures, reincarnation, isekai, and OP protagonists that I had never experienced before.
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Reincarnated in Classroom of the elite (OP)
FanfictionEnglish version of (Reencarne en Classroom of the elite ) When I was about to die, I asked myself why I didn't take advantage of my life in something other than just studying. I had very strict parents, who were rich with high expectations of me and...