The Attack of the Wastrel - Chapter 42 - Xinran’s True Colors

10 years ago, after “the Gate” that connected the real world with the monster world opened, some of the ordinary, everyday people received the power to hunt monsters within the Gate. They are known as “Hunters”.

Lucas Tanaka, a 30-year-old Japanese man who gave up his dream of becoming a soccer player, lives a monotonous life in Tokyo. After an act of bravery that results in a fatal wound, a glowing screen appears in front of him. [The skill “System” has been granted.] [“System” unlocked.] [The skill “System” has given to you the skill “Supernatural Resistance”.] [“Supernatural Resistance” unlocked.] [Thanks to the divine effect of “Supernatural Resistance”, from now on death is no longer a problem for you]. When Lucas wakes up, he finds himself on a vast soccer field, back in his youth, in the middle of a match with his childhood friend. With new skills and an unexpected chance to relive his dreams, Lucas is faced with the opportunity to redefine his destiny, but first he must overcome the normal challenges of a young soccer player, such as becoming a starter, winning the regional championship and become a professional soccer player! [The hidden function of the skill “Champion System” has been unlocked.] [The skill of “Replicator Genius” has been granted]. [“Replicator Genius” unlocked]. __________ What you can expect: Action, well-developed relationships, an MC who has attitude, a complex system that evolves, an MC who gets really strong, Slice of Life, manga content. The MC is proactive, he knows how to adapt, but he’s not a genius who knows literally every possible future for all his actions.

The happiest thing in the world is to be able to amend what you have done wrong. She who acted willfully because of a game, was reincarnated into a time when she still had her parents’ love.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]