Reilfear Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Rewritten

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Fantasy world is nonsense. He knew this for a long time already. The world with heroic humans that can always protect justice... The villain with predestined defeat... The world with fair laws... People who fight evil. It was just a fairy tale. A world where people have so much power they can destroy the world- who can stop them? If there are no people who are stronger than them, why would they be law-abiding? Wouldn't the stronger become proud? Selfish? Cruel? If someone decided they wanted to kill another person they don't like... For no reason at all... Would anyone have the right to punish him? Who would dare to touch him? No one. The fantasy world that had ideal rules was just an invention to comfort people. Everyone began their story in a similar way- transmigration... Going back in time... Fate. It was laughable. He said these words with indifference, as if stating objective facts, not personal complaints. The young man was alone in a tiny room. He had black hair that fell haphazardly across his eyes and peculiar blue irises which were as clear and cold as winter's sky. His skin was white as though it possessed no blood, and he was thin as he never ate much for many years. He was likely twenty-one years old. He wore a worn out sweater and faded short which was obviously washed for numerous times. His room was so small that one can barely stretch out his arms. On the floor was a thin sleeping mat. Next to the mat was an old, yellowing refrigerator. Stacked on the refrigerator were uneven books that looked like they were going to fall off at any moment. A cheap calendar was plastered unevenly on the wall. A calendar which came with advertisements at the bottom as freebie. On a small, wooden table at the corner of the room was a lantern. A frail orange flame danced weakly in the center and cast trembling shadows on the wall. The world was modern. Electric lights, smart phones, high speed internet. However in his room... It had no modern essence. The boy leaned his head against the wall, gazing at the faint lantern light. There had never been anything that illuminated in his life. His mother died when he was still a kid. No relatives appeared to help him. Not even one. His father was a well-known murderer. He had killed three people during an drunken brawl a few years before. Since then, the family had officially become nonexistent to the society. His father continued to get drunk and beat his son, and his schooling never happened. There was not even one good day in his entire childhood. Strangely, his expression remained tranquil. Far too tranquil. Anyone who saw him would not suspect anything remotely related to his dark past. He casually rubbed his eyes. "Ahh... Boring day." His voice was quiet, and he didn't sound at all emotional. "Boring days are still better than bad days though." He looked toward the window, where he could still catch a hint of the pale evening light filtering through the curtains. "What should I do with the rest of the day?" He sounded more tired of living than simply bored. A sudden, whimsical thought flashed through his mind. A thought that merely occurred by chance. He slowly stood up. His worn-out shoes, whose soles were flattened, waited at the doorway. After slipping his feet into the shoes, he walked out. His room was on the second floor of a dingy apartment building. The hallway smelled faintly of dust and old paint. As he ambled down the narrow, spiraling stairs, he walked past identical doors. Normally, the tenants would be watching TV, laughing or arguing loudly, but now... It was silent. Far too silent. "Ah well, it's New Year's day." He shrugged indifferently. "They must have gone somewhere to celebrate." His voice echoed hollowly down the stairwell. When he reached the first floor, he walked past a small, security guard room by the building entrance. Usually, an old guard sat at the guard room and drank tea, watching TV. Now, the seat was empty. The TV was turned off. He didn't mind,