Ah, school... A place where most students don't even want to be.
Teacher: "If you differentiate it like this, you get the answer that is 2x(1/x + log x)."
As if I'll ever use this in real life. I'll just stare out the window and forget about the misery that is math.
Y/N: "..."
Being popular isn't my thing. People can do whatever they want, and I won't mind. I have friends, but we don't meet up every day. I wonder if I would meet them today..
Y/N: "Hm?"
After distracting myself from the stress of math, I look back at the board, and the teacher has started the last exercise of the chapter. I softly bang my head against the table and close my eyes.
Y/N: "I hate my life."
I whisper to myself about the way I feel every waking moment
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The gruelling classes have finally come to an end. Have I ever felt like enjoying this school of mine? Probably not.
Y/N: *Sigh*
I walked while lightly kicking a can of soda on the way, trying to keep it with myself to distract myself from my thoughts.
After some time of walking and kicking, I reached a trash can close to my home. I was thinking of kicking it in like a pro football player but... I don't know how to. So, I put it in the trash can.
Y/N: *Yawns*
I finally reached home. Tomorrow is the weekend. I rang the bell of my house and waited. No sound of someone walking or anything like that. I understood that my parents were not home yet from their work.
Using the keys I had, I opened the door.
Y/N: "Phew, finally home."
The interior wasn't that great; it was a normal apartment, nothing more, nothing less. I walked inside and threw my bag on the sofa. As my mother wasn't home, there was no need to worry.
Y/N: "Hmm, what should I do today?"
Well, that wasn't a question that ever had an answer in my life for a long time. I just played games or did something else and waited for my parents to come home.
When I was little, I had a babysitter taking care of me. She was a good person, so there was no problem in my upbringing. But now that I have grown up, it has become lonelier...
Nevermind.
Y/N: "I would just watch the Solo levelling anime."
I changed and got fresh, I booted up my laptop and started to watch the 'Solo levelling' Anime.
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Time passed in the blink of an eye, and it was getting dark already, but as it was the weekend, I didn't think of falling asleep yet.
Y/N: *Yawns*
But, I guess my body did. I could stay awake for my parents but I don't think that I would have enough willpower for it.
My exhausted body and eyes couldn't keep up with my mind and in the end, gave in to its desire. And my head softly laid on the sofa. The series went on but the person watching it was... Well, asleep.
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I saw a dream, a dream where even the people with the strongest will falter. Yet, between those broken strongest people walked a silhouette of a person that walked into the burning, bloody, dead city.
Every step he took changed the world around him, every step he took changed something in his silhouette till his silhouette became white.
Plain white, What did the white colour mean here?... What did it mean... White?
Ding!
To the sudden sound as if a small chime bell rang in my ears, I gazed towards the red square box, there was something written there.
I started to read the sentence that formed on it.
[Hello Host!, You have fulfilled the requirement of 'Life is boring', You have been selected as the host of this system. Press 'Yes' to accept.]
Why would I accept something like that...?
[Sorry My host... But, this isn't a suggestion but rather a command. You have no choice other than to accept.]
The red screen pulsed, the last sentence pulsed in white colour It was forcing me to do it...
...Eh, anyway most likely this is a dream, I don't care.
I accepted the terms and conditions without reading it.
[Thank you, Host, Now it's time for some explanation.]
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