Satan's New Number: 777
The classroom was quiet, save for the faint scratching of chalk against the blackboard. Ru sat at his desk, his phone hidden under the table, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed out another message.
"Sometimes it feels like my life is a cinema and someone is watching me. Does this happen to you too, honey?"
The reply came almost instantly.
"Don't be so self-important, little narcissist."
Ru smirked, his green eyes gleaming with amusement as he typed back. "Come on! What does this have to do with narcissism? Okay, I am aware that I am very handsome. Of course, I am also quite intelligent. I have taste, but I am too poor to be a narcissist."
The response was a simple "Lol!"
Ru glanced up just as the teacher turned around, his sharp eyes scanning the classroom. He quickly slipped his phone into his pocket and leaned back in his chair, pretending to focus on the math problem written on the board.
"Rui," the teacher called, his tone firm but not unkind. "Care to solve this one?"
Without getting up, Ru glanced at the equation and rattled off the answer. The teacher nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes.
"That's right," the teacher said, turning back to the board to write a new problem.
As soon as his attention shifted, Ru pulled out his phone again, his fingers moving swiftly.
"I'm ready for the stage, also for the night ;)" he typed, a playful grin tugging at his lips.
The reply came quickly. "I'm jealous."
Ru’s grin widened as he typed back. "If you're jealous, you can increase my allowance, sugar daddy. But you can't stop me from going on stage."
He hit send and leaned back in his chair, his mind already drifting to the performance later that evening. The stage, the lights, the audience—it was where he felt most alive. And tonight, he would give them a show they’d never forget.
But his dreams were shattered by a loud noise in his ears.
CAAARRAACK!
A blinding flash of red illuminated the classroom, casting eerie shadows on the frightened faces of the students. The thunder that followed inspired Ru for his new rock composition.
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. We know that you are talented but poor.
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.
"I did not take any action to cause your birth," Ru muttered, his head spinning terribly. "Girls, you are just a side effect."
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, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors and distorted shapes. The voices in his head grew louder, more insistent.
Perhaps he conjured up little girls from his twisted imagination as a way to cope with his sugar daddy's jealousy.
"I went crazy, yes," he whispered. Then he stared at the clock on the wall. It seemed to mock him, its hands spinning wildly as if time itself were 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.
A cold dread seeped into Ru's bones. He knew that whatever was about to happen would change everything.
3!
2!
1!