Reincarnated into Classroom of Elite: Reader X Cote (RE:WRITTEN)

Reincarnation And Transmigration

I woke up, without any sensation of pain, pleasure, or confusion.

To be more precise, my thoughts were jumbled and unrestrained. It felt peaceful and strange. The numbness in both mind and body becomes unbearable as the boundaries between reality fade away.

I did not know the exact time I was once able to think at least simple things like contemplating the place I am in.

Was the white ceiling was only thing visible or was it the bed?
I did not know. I do not know what is up or down, I do not know what is right or wrong.
When given thoughts the first things that came to my mind were confusion and questions. It was a natural reaction.

The second thing, that came to my mind was cases possible like I might be tested by a new drug or something, or worse I am in prison.

Testing of drugs could be solved with my identity but If I am caught by someone who knows me...

Put simply it would end up in my loss.
After another few minutes, my cognitive ability finally activated (hopefully) and the carving on the ceiling (hopefully) was visible.
The carving was from an ancient civilization.
The carves were like waves that remained unrestrained.

It took another few moments for me to gain basic control of my body like moving my fingertips. It took my entire strength just to focus on a task like moving a part of my body.
It honestly felt trapped. Trapped in a cage that was functioning on its own. It was unlike my body.

... Humans are spiritual being-containing of body, brain, and soul. The soul is conciseness that is influenced by our brain, it has no emotions and is unrestrained. The body contains the soul and brain.

For some reason, the thoughts jumped to different criteria once again.

It was a research paper that was requested by Professor Lang Xing.
To me, that time was a waste of time. The reason this case came was a kind of waste of resources as we had limited resources.

It was a feeling of loneliness and cold. I am not afraid of these feelings. But the feeling of being trapped was strange.
It felt like someone was choking, slowly and making sure I did not pass out of lack of oxygen.
After a few minutes, these feelings grew as more control of 'my body' was at my disposal.
Is it some kind of drug? What are the symptoms?
I can finally move, with great difficulty my neck.
Straining it with the force, I finally pushed my head towards the sky.
What amazed me made my heart skip and beat.
The girl lay in front of me, also straining her neck to watch me.
No, not a girl, but a mirror. It was a mirror or a screen playing a video.

The girl on or behind the screen had long black hair and white, milky skin. It was me, but at the same time, not me.

I did not look like that, or never did, for that matter. I have stopped focusing on my face for a very long time.

I cranked my head to look at my lower body and noticed no metallic limb or no metallic wire running around my heart area.

It was clear as day that this was not my body. It was too young and too untouched by burns and metallic marks.

My entire body was visible; it lay naked, just like a newborn baby, on a white bed.

The big, proud breast covered most of my visibility. My previous body had no breasts. It had cut off during the training period.

These breasts would restrain my movement.

...Maybe it would be better for me to cut them off?

In this world, only a few can survive. These breasts would only restrain me.
Another question haunted me. How can I be sure that I am in my world?

For the next few moments, I counted seconds and thought of many scenes.

I finally could move my body-which also came with a foreign feeling.

The shaking hand grabbed the bed sheet and with great difficulty, I raised myself up.

I scanned my body first.
The body was what people called muscular and refined.
The body lay on a white bed sheet naked.
The six packs clearly visible, Even with giant breasts the body was well-defined and nourished. There was no trace of metal marks. The only thing it was covered in sweat.

I still have not gotten any sensation of any sensory organ other than my eyes. It felt like I was controlling a puppet-a robot through remote control.

It feels like I am not present in this moment but in the past. It is not the first time I have felt this way but I never felt this much. It feels like I am not living but watching and giving input through a control panel and controlling this body.

The first sensation that came to me was smell. It was while I was still curiously observing my body.

It hit like a truck. The smell of semen. I subconsciously looked at the lower part of my body and noticed the liquid that covered it.

I pulled my shaking hands up and noticed it was also covered with white semen.

Was it masturbation or sex?

I can't tell.

I then scanned the room was many more clues.
The room gave a cold feeling. It was a hospital ward that only had white and black color. I was now in a sitting position on the bed which was on the extreme left of the room.

The bed was simple and unwelcoming. One pillow lay behind my back (was in a sitting position) and one was near my legs.
That solves at least one question.

Before the bed had a huge mirror, that honestly covered most of the room. Was it one side mirror or double, I can't tell.
The right of the bed had a sorry-for-excuse desk and a metallic chair. The desk contains numerous books and paper- all neatly arranged and have a long corner.

On the right of the desk was a library shelf containing books, completely filled.
There was one probably for the bathroom beside the bed.

The bed was on the extreme left touching the left wall. The wall was empty and white. Near the end, there is a single door.

The lack of colors was indeed depressing and appeared to be larger than they were. I then pulled my hand towards my face and lightly sniffed it.

Don't get me wrong I have no interest in this but the reason I did was to test my smell and-

Arg.

My gag reflects. The gag reflexes were body reactions.

My reflexes were trained to be the finest.

I sighed.

It was honestly difficult to move. Even my thoughts were slow. I quickly stumbled out of bed and put my legs on the hard marble floor.

The cold marble floor strangely made me excited?

The smell and wetness, my lower part felt a sense of itchiness.

I did not move my hand but it started to go lower my body. Touching my stomach and slowly making its way towards the parts.

I watched quietly before quickly grabbing the hands and restraining its action.

Make no mistake, this action was of my body not me.

What is body and soul?

Well if something like that exists then this means it's closely related.

One might ask how I am so calm in this situation. The reason is simple I am not.

My heart is beating loudly and my sanity is questioning the reality.
My rationality is the only thing that makes me calm and collected.

This was developed by leading people in an apocalyptic world.

My legs shake as I carefully put my weight on them. I avoided the dirty spots on the bed. My legs were shaking from excitement and restless(again not me).

I first moved towards the mirror to check my face more properly.
The face could be said both handsome and pretty. Having sharp razor-like eyes, a small nose, and thick lips. My hair was long and silky. It was a strange sight-to see you but not yourself.

Yourself? You? You might ask the difference. To this day I also thought of them as same but now can tell the difference. Yourself is complete self but I feel like I am missing something. Something important.

I looked at my shaking legs and naked body. The workout routine must be strict. It was hard to decipher the proper age by the body but I would guess around 16. But again, this body has received training so this body could be younger.
I then moved toward bed to search for anything that could at least tell me the time, date, or year. A phone for example would definitely help.

Moving towards bed I could not help but speak out a little.

I am no stranger to technological advancements but what if I am in a coma? Or in a VR set. I have seen a paper related to this.

The pain could not prove anything at all!

There was a little numbness in my leg and a slight delay in action.

When I finally reached the place I wanted, I could only see a single box like a phone.
I am sure in a different world or in a different future era.

The technological advancement of this world is more about luxury than survival.

I also see a towel on the bed; due to its white color, it seems to have completely faded away.

Grabbing it in, I tried to wrap it around my body, which was difficult as I was not even able to move my hand properly. So I decided to focus on the more important part, like getting that phone and, if lucky, seeing some notes or a diary written on it.
Maybe some app to talk? Or recording.