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The Loser's Requiem

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A loser gets reincarnated in a novel that he's read over 100 times and uses his knowledge in order to become a god.
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Chapter 1 - The Requiem

I sat on the train ride back home, coming from a late night of tutorials. The sun shined into my eyes as if it was trying to show me something. Nobody could see it but me, but the sun looked like it was saying "Goodbye".

Maybe it was my personal delusion. But I'd love to believe I'm just perceptive enough to witness things others can't comprehend.

I hugged my book bag tightly and stared at the ground, trying not to make myself too excited.

"I wonder if The Ward will still be open. Wouldn't wanna sleep outside this time." 

I opened the novel, I've read it over 100 times. "The Requiem" A story about an MC who grew up unwanted and abused but became the most powerful and loved person in the world. I took it everywhere I went, holding it close. Because it showed me that no matter what, even a loser like me can matter. 

There's hope. Hope that one day I will be loved too.

I shook the gate to The Ward with my book in hand. The smell of uncut grass and freshly made processed food rubbed my nose. The creepy ambience scratched at my ear as I shivered just from the sight of the building.

"Hey! It's only 6:50 pm, the gate is supposed to close at 7:00 pm! May you please open it!"

The Father walked by the gate and looked down at me for a moment. He gave me the look of a stranger, like I didn't belong. 

It's okay. I'll just sit and read tonight. This will be the 101th time, right?

A tear fell down my face as I opened my phone to distract my mind. After only a couple of seconds it went dead. I crouched down and looked at the black screen.

My short black hair and sharp black eyes disturbed me, there was nothing special about my appearance. I was ordinary, and not needed. The only thing separating me from your average person was the piercings I stabbed into my ears.

I stood up and walked. Where? I don't know, anywhere but here. They treat me like I'm useless. I'll show them!

"I'm not useless!"

I put my hands over my eyes and bit down on my lips.

"God damn it man, just look at me! Give me a chance!"

It's okay. 

I felt a drop of water tap my head, and as I looked up to see where it came from. It began to rain hard. I had no shelter or a hoodie.

"Talk about unprepared."

I walked onto a bridge and looked down at the water. 

The beautiful sun had sat one last time as I finally got the reason why it said goodbye. This was my last day, I wasn't meant to exist. The world's been telling me that since I was born, and yet I still decided to keep going. I'm so oblivious, but that doesn't matter now. I'm awake, I see the message clearly.

I hovered my foot over the edge and let out one final soft goodbye to the world.

"I'm sorry for existing."

The honks of a truck woke me up from my trance. A girl walked across the bridge waiting for a car to run her over. I launched myself forward and charged at the girl. 

Maybe my life was meaningless, but the least I could do is give my death a meaning. 

I crashed into the girl full force and watched her reach for me. Everything went in slow motion as I turned to look at the truck.

"Maybe, my existence wasn't so meaningless after all."

The satisfaction of the darkness was briefly interrupted by the shining light of life. I woke up near multiple masked people with gloves on.

A woman with long white hair and black eyes looked down at me with a smile. The admiration was radiating from her eyes as she touched my nose.

I didn't know that the hospital let their patients get harassed like this…

She rubbed my face and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 

Okay, this has to stop.

I reached out and saw little arms where my regular arms were supposed to be. 

Hm.

I lowered my arm and raised it back up, and I repeated that action over 100 times.

Hm.

I tried to speak and let out little noises.

Hm.

The woman grabbed her breast and hovered it over my mouth. 

Hey, I had to take a bite to know what it tasted like. But I think I know what's going on. I've been reborn! But why have I kept my past memories? Questions that have answers I'm not willing to find.

I crawled around the house, trying to gain information on where I was located. It looked like I was in the United Kingdom, but it was like I was in the one from the past.

Why haven't I seen at least 1 phone?

My mother picked me up and swung me back and forth slowly.

"Damian Flancord, you need to stop wandering places." 

Flancord? Where have I heard that name before? I feel like I've heard it over a million times. Flancord…Flancord…Flancord! The main character's name from The Requi-

Suddenly the main character crashed into the living room and snatched me from my mother's arms.

"Elliot, don't be too rough with him. He's your cousin, not a rock."

If this is Elliot Flancord from "The Requiem" that means…I'm inside the "The Requiem" universe. Oh…my…gosh…I'm boutta freak out.

"Damian, stop squirming or I'ma drop you!"

My mother walked up to Elliot and slapped him full force, snatching me away from him at super speed.

"Lorde, get your son. He lacks home training."

Elliot's hands trembled as he bowed down and apologized. But my mother didn't let up, she grabbed a stick and smacked him on the face till his face was bloodied.

Hm.

Looks like I've been born in an abusive household…awesome. I mean I am a member of one of the most powerful families in the verse. If enduring abuse is the cost of becoming the strongest, I'll take it!

I'll endure it all and become the perfect child for the Flancord, find my sequences and show the world who they should really love and cherish! 

This is a story about the unwanted learning of who they are and using that knowledge in order to reshape the world into something they admire. I will rewrite everything I have to in order to live the perfect life. The perfect existence. I'll show this world a god that will never be forgotten. I'll endure everything and write my signature in blood across the world. Show them how I want the story to end. Show them MY REQUIEM! Prove my existence to those who dare witness this loser ascend to greatness.

Sorry Elliot, but this is my story now. I'm gonna become one with my true self and become the protagonist of this story. All of your fated love vanished as soon as I was born!