The Test

Today was one of the scariest days of my life. I was afraid, an inexplicable fear at the thought that my plan might fail. But a part of me had confidence—though a weak one. After all, how could I trust an ability I discovered only two days ago? I wasn't very confident, but I had no choice. I had to do it. If I proved that this ability activated every time, I could revolutionize my life and live peacefully without worrying about death. But that only reassured me partly, and I grew even more afraid.

I was sitting quietly in my room, thinking about the easiest way to die. And I found it—jumping off my roof and landing on my head. That's what I attempted. I was on the roof, near the railing, hesitating strongly for long minutes. I decided not to take a running start because it would scare me even more. So, standing next to the railing, I stepped forward, fell, and smashed my skull against the ground. I died and woke up the same morning. I was happy to succeed but rushed to the bathroom to vomit from the emotional shock of the suicide. I wasn't feeling well. Originally, I had planned to try it five times, but the disgust made me decide to do it only twice. Yes, you can call me a coward, but no one knows what it feels like to die—except me. And it's horrible. When I die, I see nothing. I wake up as if everything was just a dream but feel all the sensations at once. That's the only problem with my power.

For the second attempt, I passed through the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Once again, I found myself on the roof. I didn't know whether to choose the knife or the fall. So, I gripped the knife tightly, lowered it, then suddenly brought it up to my throat.

— SLASH —

A disgusting sound of flesh and bone tearing was followed by an indescribable pain. Ehito collapsed to the ground, rolling around, clutching his throat, regretting his decision. He was suffering, but no sound came out of his mouth because he had severed his vocal cords. Even a scream, which might have slightly eased his pain, couldn't escape his throat. After long minutes of bleeding out in unbearable agony, he died and woke up as usual, jolting awake and rushing to vomit. But this time, his sister hadn't left early and saw him. She called out to him.

— Are you okay? she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

— Yes, don't worry, he replied. I'm just feeling a little sick. I'll stay home today to rest. You should go to school; you'll be late.

— If you say so. But take care of yourself.

— Don't worry about me, he reassured her.

She left, and he sat on the couch, thinking about what had happened. He took the notebook where he had written down his observations the day before and confirmed that he truly returned each time he died. He was somewhat pleased with the discovery but also terrified. If he had this ability, he could do many things. But no one could understand what he was going through. Even imagining it was impossible for the human mind—coming back after death. They would think he was crazy and have him locked up. So, this secret had to remain his, no matter who it was, even his own family.

He decided to go out to eat to clear his head. He wandered the city streets all afternoon until he reached the supermarket. But once in front of it, he didn't enter. He didn't feel like eating there today. Instead, he wanted street food. So, he went to a quiet food stall, sat down, ordered his meal, paid, enjoyed it, and left. About an hour had passed since he arrived. It must have been around 4 PM, so he decided to go to a café to get a milkshake, which he drank while walking.

As he strolled peacefully down the street, a rather pretty girl approached him and asked:

— Excuse me…

— Are you talking to me? he replied.

— Yes. Do you have a girlfriend?

— Uh… no. Why do you ask?

— I was wondering if you'd be interested in giving me your number so we could talk.

— Ah… uh… no, he said coldly.

Surprised, she replied:

— What? Why not?

— I'm not interested, he said before walking away, leaving her behind.

It's not that she wasn't pretty, but he didn't have time for that. He was too busy at the moment. He needed to learn more about his ability and how to use it. Thinking about this, he decided to go to the gym to clear his mind. He did a short one-hour session before heading to the dojo to train in martial arts. From the outside, he might have looked like just another otaku who only read web novels, but he knew how to take care of his body. His physique was proof of that. At the starte the idea for begginig the sports doesn't come from me but of my parent 

Back home, his sister shouted at him to go take a shower. Once in the bathroom, he undressed, revealing his sculpted body. He didn't pay attention to it—he was used to seeing it. After finishing his shower, he walked out shirtless due to the steam's heat. His sister, seeing him, yelled at him to put on a shirt, but he ignored her and went to read a light novel he had bought last week the novel speak about a random boy who as transported in an another world and this ability is same to me but just him whene die he return of start to an loop and not to the start of day. As he read, his eyelids grew heavy, but i realy wanted to read this lightnovel the envy is to strange but the envy to sleep are bigger than I thought and he fell asleep.