《My Second Time in this Terror-Stricken World》


 Chapter 1

    I poured a vial of glass containing vicious green fluid over my body, crimson steam flew up into the air after contact was made with the skin. I screamed from the jolts of pain that seemed intent on torturing me.


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    My vision started blackening out, black flecks littered my line of sight.


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    It took a moment until I died, literally. But a white light enulfed me the moment I was about to lose consciousness.


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    I swallowed a large mouthful of fresh air when I woke up. Well, it is as I expected; I did not really "die", thanks to this.


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    #@ &%* gem (One time use): Rewinds 20 years worth of time. Use it well.


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    It took a moment to get used to the enviroment, but finally I could percept the surroundings,This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Now aware the I returned to my old-bedroom in a rundown apartment, and also aware that I couldn''t move with all the cup noodle mountain and mounds of clothes, my first action after turning back time is to clean up my bedroom.


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    Upon seeing my kinda-neat bedroom, I knew I spent too much time organizing my stuff.


    I know that I have exactly a week until the "End", but that doesn''t comfort me anyless. Heck, even if I had 10 more years I would not feel "safe" considering all the unexpected things that could happen if you were unattentive. Like getting a random corrupted crystal that could turn back time...


    I took a moment to scan the room on the items I could take with me; figurines, nope. Wallpaper, nope. Manga... ye-nope. Ah, I forgot. I was a Shut-In, I guess I will just buy everything I needed and not care about the things in the room. All the useful things are either ripped or wornout and I don''t have much in the room anyway.


    I approached the rusted door of my room and shoved it open, a loud bang told me I used too much strength. The rim of the door hit a passerby, a pained yelp was accompanied by an angered shout.


    "What the fuck man?!"


    Now, trouble is literally on my doorsteps.


    "Oh. I didn''t mean to slam the door into you, sorry."


    I don''t know him.A random trash from somewhere, I guess.


    "Haaaaa? You fucking bastard! You think that after injuring the great me, you will live?!"


    What the is wrong with this guy?


    I glared at him, thought a little and replied, "Fuck off."


    Although I would not mind killing someone right now, I shouldn''t, because I still have a month before hell decends. I would not like being wanted, worse, arrested before it all starts.


    But my reply seems to have angered the man.


    Sigh... trouble is coming my way...

 Chapter 2

    A hooligan-like figure glared at me in the eyes, his purple hair glistened in sunlight.


    I really loathe these guys with their fiery temper, I wonder how could they even survive in society. Needless to say, they would thrive in the "other" society that will be formed a month later...


    Mr. Hooligan took out a bat from nowhere and started threatening me, "This great me is in good mood today! Bring out a hundred dollars and this one will let you go! Quick!"


    I looked at this guy funnily and replied, "What about it?"


    "What about it? WHAT ABOUT IT?!" Ah, the guy snapped, then applied force onto his arm.


    The bat swung diagonally towards me, fortunately, I have already prepared for this outcome. My right hand bolted into action, clamping on the bat, halting it in place. My feet did not stay still though, I charged the man and used my elbow and the momentum to knock him off his feet.


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    Behind him is a conrete column, and it would probably hurt if you hit it real hard.


    Bang!


    The shock swept the bat off the mans hands and fell to the floor, I used my left arm to punch in in the side of his temple to not give him any time to rest and drove my right into his solar plexus.


    Thwack! Thwack!


    I took a step back, my face emotionless as I watched his body fall down to the floor. As someone from the future, it is not easy to resist the urge to kill this man, but the situation doesn''t allow me to kill this man.


    While I do not have the habit of leaving potential enemies alive, I could not kill wantonly when society is still stable, but when it shows the slightest sign of weakening... I might consider killing as one of my choices.


    I ignored the groaning and moaning and walked down the hallways, and out of the apartment.


    Sunlight pierced through the shroud of dark clouds in the horizon, I took a deep breath, fresh air entered my lungs- VROOOOOM! and interrupted by plumes of smoke entering my lungs- nevermind, I forgot that I was in the middle of city Z, you could never escape from pollution here.


    It took a couple of coughs and a ton of curses to adapt to the smoky enviroment, but I managed it anyhow.


    Z city is a booming trade hub that housed over eight hundred thousand residents, and I am just a tiny speck compared to it. I do not hope to dramatically change the future of this city, but as I am already here, I would try to leviate the situation of the city when the time comes...

 Chapter 3

    Next to the apartment is an ATM, I immediatly rushed towards it and withdrew a handful amount of the money from my accountand stuff all of the money into my jean''s pocket... I would need to buy a backpack, the protuding bundle of cash would attract unwanted trouble.


    Next stop: a hiking store, I would try to find a bag that matches my preferences.


    Down the small narrow street, is the main road, let me see if there is something of use in that street. To conserve money, I decided to not call a taxi. These days they drain your money like a leech, and walking would be more helpful to my constitution.


    It took 10 minutes and a ton of small low-quality shops to reach the main street, where higher-quality shops reside. I went inside a hiking gears store immediatly.


    I came out with a mountain backpack that is water proof, its exterior is made out of high strength abrasion nylon and its interior is made outWaterproof Silky Cotton and the straps are thick breathable sponges.


    And it took another large portion of my money to buy hardtack, jerkies and other daily neccesities; water bottle, a swiss knife, a flashlight, first aid, batteries, tent, etc. Luckily the bag is enough to hold it all, the weight increased alot though, now I look like I am homeless with the towering backpack behind me.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    And finally, I arrived at a certain store.


    *ringringring*


    There was a bald old man standing behind a counter, he looked up at me and narrowed his eyes fiercely.


    "You better not take another step boy, or I will personally put a hole in your skull."


    I stopped in my tracks, I know his temper well.


    The old man continued, "Drop the fucking huge bag then we''ll talk."


    I went to an open space and unslinged the baggage.


    *Duuuuuum*


    The bag landed with a heavy thud, the owner raised an eyebrow at that and beckoned me closer, "Boy, what do you want? You know these things aren''t toys right?"


    The owner pointed towards the rows of weapons and turned his head towards me for an answer.


    I calmy gazed into his eyes and replied "Mr. Yard, or should I should call you No. 21?"


    His eyes narrowed into slits, and barked out "Who told you about us?"


    "None of your business. I just want to buy the sharpest dagger you have in stock." I said, my voice steady.


    "Well, too bad, the item you wanted is already reserved."


    "I''ll pay double."


    This pirked his interest, "ten thousand dollars."


    I doubled back, surprise etched over my face, "Why is it so expensive?"


    He nonchalantly replied, "Ancient relic from a historical ruin, sharpened to be deadly in real combat."


    I paid unfront immediatly, slammed the stack of crumbled cash on the counter and demanded for the dagger right after. He glanced at the money and shrugged, then went towards to back of the store.