The Baddest

CAAARRAACK!

A blinding flash of red illuminated the classroom, casting eerie shadows on the frightened faces of the students. The thunder that followed was a distant echo of the chaos brewing within Ru.

His phone vibrated insistently in his pocket, a jarring contrast to the surreal scene unfolding before him. He glanced down, his heart pounding.

777 missed calls from the VIP number. A single message: "I found you, thief."

A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he tried to process the message, the strange calls, and the inexplicable voices echoing in his mind. "Who are you?" he whispered, his voice lost in the growing unrest.

Suddenly, ethereal writings appeared before his eyes from the light:

[Difficulty level 10/10]

Congratulations, you have chosen the worst start. With the highest probability, you will lead a bad life. You are talented but poor.

Background: Orphaned.

Character Stats:

-A stat point can have a maximum value of 25-

(total stats points 100)

Body: 9

Agility: 14 (theft bonus +2)

Vitality: 7

Mind: 13

Heart:?

Spirit: 22

Charisma: 20 (puberty penalty -5)

Luck: 0

Inventory: Phone and pills.

"I think I died without realizing it or transmigrated to another world," he thought.

A high-pitched voice stuck needles into his mind,

The voice belonged to a little girl, reaching Ru's mind from an unknown source.

"Oh, fuck, I must be hallucinating again," he thought and popped a pill.

"Who is she," Ru asked.

< An ugly girl who thinks you are her father.>

"Nope," Ru muttered, his head spinning terribly. "Girls, you are just a side effect."

said another girl's voice, slightly different from the previous one.

Someone else supported her:

The classroom seemed to tilt, the world morphing into a surreal canvas. The red light intensified, pulsating like a malevolent heartbeat. Ru's vision blurred at the edges, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors and distorted shapes. The voices in his head grew louder, more insistent.

squealed one.

echoed another.

A shiver ran down Ru's spine. He could almost feel their presence, like ethereal specters dancing at the periphery of his consciousness. The clock on the wall seemed to mock him, its hands spinning wildly as if time itself was unraveling.

His deskmate, Alan, sensing the escalating panic in Ru's eyes, grabbed his arm. "Dude, what's wrong? You're freaking out."

Ru's heart pounded in his ears. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and died, plunging the classroom into an inky blackness. A collective gasp swept through the room as the girls' voices reached a crescendo.

they chorused, their voices filled with a chilling excitement.

A cold dread seeped into Ru's bones. He knew that whatever was about to happen would change everything.

3!

2!

1!