Future plan

Adam sat quietly on his bed, still reeling from the events of the previous night. His eyes, though tired, remained fixed on a small blue dot that had appeared in the corner of his vision ever since he returned to the past. 

That gentle blue glow had become a constant presence—a silent signal that something extraordinary was at work.

As he focused on the dot, a new window suddenly materialized before his eyes. The window was a bright, clear blue with simple text displayed in neat lines. Adam squinted to read the message:

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 Congratulations, host! You have successfully copied your first item. 

  If you wish to retrieve the copied item, simply say "Paste" or think of the paste keyword. 

Note – The pasted item will be automatically stored in your inventory; if you want that item, you can retrieve it from the inventory. 

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The message was clear: he had just copied his first item. If he wanted to retrieve it, all he needed to do was to say or think "Paste."

Furthermore, the item would be saved automatically in an inventory for later use.

Without wasting time, Adam quickly dismissed the blue window from his view. His mind raced, and almost immediately he thought the word "Paste."

In that instant, another blue dot began to shimmer at the upper corner of his vision—an unmistakable sign that his command had been received.

Encouraged, Adam concentrated and silently said, "Inventory." As if in response, a new blue window floated into his sight.

This window was filled with a grid of neatly arranged square boxes—an inventory system of sorts. In the very first box of the matrix, an icon slowly took shape.

It was a small image of a water bottle, and above the icon, the number "1" was displayed. The sight confirmed that the water bottle he had copied was now safely stored.

A wave of excitement surged through Adam. He reached out with a trembling finger and gently touched the water bottle icon on the screen.

The moment his finger made contact, a tingling sensation spread through his hand. In a blink, the water bottle materialized in his grasp, real and solid, as if summoned by magic.

At the same time, the blue inventory window vanished from view, leaving him with the tangible result of his new power.

Overjoyed, Adam leapt from his bed, nearly dancing with delight. For a few precious seconds, he forgot all his troubles as he marveled at the miracle in his hand.

Yet, almost as quickly, reality reminded him where he was. He was still a guest in someone else's home—a reminder of the loneliness that had marked his life since John's misdeeds had left him homeless.

Realizing he needed to be cautious, Adam slowly returned to his bed and sat down, his pulse still quick with excitement.

In a soft, resolute tone, he murmured to himself, "With this help, I can do anything." Those words carried the promise of change—a promise that the life he once lost could be reclaimed.

At that very moment, a vivid image flashed through Adam's mind. He saw the faces of John and his father, the city's mayor, clear as day.

The memories of past betrayals and the pain of losing everything came rushing back.

The very thought of those men, who had ruined his life and shattered his family, ignited a deep, burning desire for revenge.

A determined smile crept across Adam's face as he softly declared, "I will take my revenge on both of you—father and son."

Just then, the door creaked open and Eric stepped into the room. Adam's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his old friend.

Eric's eyes, filled with concern, immediately locked onto Adam as he asked, "Adam, is everything okay?" His tone was gentle, and his worry was obvious.

For a long moment, Adam hesitated. A small part of him longed to share the secret of the skill—the amazing power to copy and paste objects at will. Yet, another, more cautious part held him back.

He remembered all too well the dangers of trusting others with such secrets. The thought of revealing his newfound power to Eric could bring unwanted complications. Besides, he wasn't sure he was strong enough yet to handle the full weight of this ability.

Forcing a reassuring smile, Adam answered softly, "Don't worry, I'm fine." His voice was calm, though inside, his mind churned with conflicting thoughts. Eric's puzzled look deepened as he asked,

"Are you sure? You seem a bit off tonight." But Adam quickly added, "It's just been a long night. I'll be okay."

Eric's concern lingered for a moment longer, but he chose not to press further. With a gentle nod, he left the room, leaving Adam alone once again with his thoughts.

Once the door closed, Adam settled back onto his bed. He stared at the space where the inventory window had been, lost in contemplation. How could he use this strange new skill? What limits did it have? And most importantly, how could it change the course of his future?

The room grew quiet, and the only sound was the soft hum of the night outside and the beating of Adam's heart. He knew that the system had given him a rare gift—a second chance to rebuild his life.

In that moment, all the fear and despair of his past seemed to mingle with hope and determination.

He realized that, with time and careful practice, this skill could empower him to turn his life around and even help him settle old scores.

Adam spent several long minutes planning in his mind. He pictured the possibilities: copying useful items, storing them in his inventory, and using them at just the right moment.

He wondered if he could eventually copy more than just a water bottle. The thought filled him with excitement, even as he remained aware of the dangers that might come with such power.

Before long, the weariness of the long night began to take its toll. Adam's eyelids grew heavy, and despite his racing thoughts, he knew he needed to rest. He laid back down on his bed, still cradling the miraculous water bottle in his thoughts, and slowly drifted into sleep.

His mind, however, never fully left the realm of possibilities as he dreamed of a future where he would no longer be a victim.

The first light of dawn crept softly through the window, gently rousing Adam from his sleep. He woke early, feeling both refreshed and resolute.

The events of the previous night still felt surreal, yet the tangible proof in his hand confirmed that this was no mere dream. With a determined spirit, he got ready for the day.

Later that morning, Adam joined Eric's family for breakfast. The house was filled with warmth and kindness—a stark contrast to the cold, lonely nights he had known before.

The meal was simple: fresh bread, eggs, and a steaming cup of tea. Conversations flowed lightly, and for a brief time, Adam allowed himself to enjoy the ordinary comforts of life.

Yet, even as he shared this friendly meal, Adam's mind returned again and again to the mysterious skill he had discovered. He knew that he was on the brink of something extraordinary.

The copy and paste ability, though still broken and unrefined, offered him a chance to change everything. With every bite of breakfast, he planned quietly in his head, thinking of how best to use his new power to shape a future free from the burdens of the past.

At around 10:00 AM, after finishing his meal and exchanging warm goodbyes with Eric's family, Adam stood up and prepared to leave.

He gathered his few belongings, careful not to forget the lessons of caution he had learned over the years.

With a final look at the cozy home that had given him shelter, he stepped out into the bright morning light.

The city was waking up, and every sound—the distant hum of traffic, the chirping of birds, even the soft rustle of leaves—reminded him that a new day had begun.

As Adam walked away from the house, his thoughts were as clear as the blue sky overhead. The new skill was not merely a tool; it was a key to a future of endless possibilities.

He had already copied an item and stored it safely in his inventory. Soon, he would learn to use this power to copy, store, and paste items as needed, helping him overcome obstacles and maybe even exact the revenge that had long burned in his heart.

Yet, as he walked, another thought tugged at him. He remembered that the system's message had mentioned that the copied item could be pasted only when he needed it.

That meant he had to learn the timing and control of his commands very well. With each step, he promised himself that he would master this power. One day, he would be strong enough to face the enemies who had once taken everything from him.

In that quiet morning light, Adam's heart was filled with a mix of hope and resolve.

He knew the road ahead would be challenging and filled with danger, but he also knew that he now had a secret weapon—a mysterious ability that could give him a chance to rewrite his destiny.

Back in the quiet of his temporary room that night, after all the excitement and planning of the day had faded, Adam had one last moment alone with his thoughts.

He sat on his bed and looked out the window at the darkening sky, feeling the weight of both his past and his future.

The promise of his new skill shone like a beacon of light in the gloom, reminding him that even the smallest spark could ignite a flame of change.