Yes definitely panic later.
[SYSTEM]
Name: Lucien Noir
Age: 16
Status: Unawakened
Ok what the hell? What does status mean?
Also my name….Fuck it's actually really cool.
At the time, I didn't notice it. The similarities, I mean. Between my soul… and the body I woke up in.
Same last name. Yeah. You heard that right—same last name.
Different planet. Different time. Hell, maybe even a different reality. But somehow? Same last name.
I should've panicked. But at the time I didn't know. Or I couldn't have known…
I simply had memories, but no perosnal data could be recalled.
On Earth my name was [REDACTED] Noir, I had [REDACTED] eyes and [REDACTED] hair.
Yep… still can't recall. Like it's locked! My face. My height. My body shape. Anything that could be used to identify me has been lost… or locked.
Anyways enough of that, let's get back to the prologue!
Just as I was about to explore the [SYSTEM] app in more detail, a loud commotion erupted in the classroom.
"This is impossible to solve!" a blonde boy my age shouted in an obnoxiously loud tone.
He stood about 185 centimeters tall beside the holoboard with two classmates looming behind him. Objectively speaking, he was handsome— idol material back on Earth. Broad shoulders, decent muscle definition, and a cocky grin that practically begged his face to be punched.
"Hmph, just you watch and see! My methods are beyond your comprehension." The one who spoke was a skinny boy with rugged black hair, his bangs falling messily over dull eyes.
Is this real?
"Did he just challenge Leon?" a boy said with an exaggerated gasp.
Cue Discount Fashion Disaster over here. His clothes were overly flashy, with crooked logos stitched onto cheap fabric— the kind where you could tell at a glance they were cheap knockoffs trying to imitate luxury. I had a whole list of names for him in my head: Human Billboard, Walking Mistake, Clown Extraordinaire… but no. The one that stuck?
Bowl Cut.
Yes. He wore a perfectly round bowl cut, the kind that looked like someone had placed a pot on his head and cut around it without mercy.
Hearing bowl cut's words, as if on cue, other classmates began to chime in.
"Who dare challenge Leon? He's fourth in the whole school in academics!" another boy shouted. He looked like he'd been living in front of a screen for the past three years, absorbing way too much blue pill content. Fantastic.
"Tsk, isn't that Chen Mo?" Bowl Cut joined the conversation again, clearly trying to act all high and mighty, but failing spectacularly.
"Chen Mo? The one last in our class in everything!" a girl said voice dripping with annoyance , a girl with enough makeup on her face to qualify as a small chemical spill.
"Tsk, thought it would be something interesting! It's not even a show if he can't—"
I leaned back, watching the chaos unfold like it was a badly written reality show.
Do people actually talk like this? I didn't reincarnate in some shitty novel did I?
…
Fuck my life…
So we have make-believe anime protagonist guy and first villain who's gonna be an exp farm… fucking fantastic.
Just as the whole class started coming down on Chen Mo like he personally murdered someone's pet, I couldn't help but internally facepalm so hard I'm pretty sure my soul bruised.
Bowl Cut was gleeful, of course, like the universe had finally handed him the power to bully someone without consequence.
"Stop it! Let him try at least, Chen Mo has helped me with my last homework! He might actually show you something Leon." A tall girl about 180 centimeters tall approached the holoboard, she had beautiful sky blue hair cascading down to her chest.
She had a modest chest— about a B… maybe a C cup. But it didn't matter— for her ass, undeniably well-shaped and firm, with her legs… oh those long legs that were built to turn heads without trying. Even from my seat in the back, it was impossible to ignore the balance of her figure that radiated commanding, effortless charm.
She's definitely a beauty, could have been a top model back on Earth. And yet… I didn't feel my heart stir. As if I've grown used to this. Or… maybe I've seen better. Hmm…
"Chen Mo?" she asked, calm and sharp, like she was already judging the chaos in front of her. "Are you really going to try?"
Of course, Leon couldn't let it go quietly. "Lying to her? Come on! You can't let him fool you. I can help with the homework better than he ever could."
Her eyes flicked to her unimpressed, "Hmph, you think your ego counts as help? Don't forget I'm third in our school in academics!"
Leon's grin faltered for half a second, then snapped back like nothing happened. "Third? Third in academics?! Okay… fine! But Clara, has Chen Mo not tricked you? I mean, come on! How could someone like him, last in the class, possibly keep up with a genius like me?"
The class erupted like a damn sports crowd.
"Yes! Leon's right! How could Chen Mo help her? He's last in the class in everything!"
"Seriously! Who even listens to losers?"
"Yeah! Let's be real, he's probably just going to make it worse!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Yep. Humanity at its finest.
But then… a few voices hesitated.
"Well… if Clara says so…"
Clara. The goddess herself. Calm, tall, blue hair glowing like she'd swallowed sunlight. And suddenly, everyone who was yelling like maniacs at Chen Mo stopped mid-roar, shifting uneasily.
The goddess has spoken and that… is apparently worth a standing ovation in this class. Forget data. Forget logic.
Leon's grin faltered again, just slightly, like a storm cloud realizing it might rain on the wrong parade. "Hmph… whatever. But last place? Seriously? Fine, let him try and teach us all!" He finished with a mocking laugh as if he had the match fixed and took the winning bet.
"Yeah!" someone yelled, pumping a fist like Leon had just solved world hunger. "Show us, Chen Mo!"
"Don't mess it up, loser!" another added, probably hoping their venom could physically stop him from existing.
I stopped paying any attention and opened the app representing one of the games I had flagged earlier. The gatcha village builder extreme… it seemed like I had been playing this quite a bit as my town hall was level seven.
This is clearly a face slapping plot for the protagonist to gain exp and change his look of being last place in the class all in one go! No reason to pay anymore attention!
I was watching little knights riding armored four legged giant lizards— yes like a fucking wyrm from a fromsoft game, attacking a mini elf village. The wyrms spit magma like they were auditioning for a volcano commercial, while the knights' swords unleashed five-meter-long arcs of glowing sword qi that probably violated several laws of physics.
And of course… I quickly got addicted.
Because let's be honest, this is exactly the kind of shit boys lose their souls to: tiny warriors doing ridiculously over-the-top, gory, impossible-ass cool stuff. You know, where limbs fly, explosions happen for no reason, and somehow it's awesome.
Just when I had tiny little gremlins— big pointy ears, spindly arms, claws that could snatch a coin pouch in a blink, and eyes glowing with chaotic glee. Yes gremlins robbing the tiny elf huts, each coming out with sacks of gold over their backs, wadding like they were auditioning for some kind of twisted circus. Most of them cackled, and a few even high-fived each other mid-raid. I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think they were plotting the collapse of the entire gacha village economy.
As I was staring at my phone, delight in my eyes watching tiny gremlins stealing elf gold, I heard…
"Ahem… Lucien."
I look up by instinct.
Fuck even though I've only known my name for one damn chapter! Why am I already so familiar with it like it's my body… wait it is my body…
Also am I not supposed to get a memory package? Newcomer gift box! I tried earlier in Ch 1 and it didn't work… it's been 3 hours of this hell! Math class!
System. Status. Interface. Golden finger.
…
Fuck. Can I panic now?
I look at who called my name and say in a casual tone, "Yes, teach?"
Fuck. No time! Panic later…