Chapter 4Rebirth In Hardcore Mode I Want A Happier Life

I was dying inside.

What’s he doing, acting all tough with those skinny arms? One punch, and he’d go down harder than a sack of flour.

And sure enough, they all closed in on him, ready to fight.

He wobbled on his feet from lack of food and promptly passed out.

“Did this guy just fake a faint?”

The rich kids were panicked. Meanwhile, Stacey threw herself to the ground, opened a nearby bottle of beer, and poured it over her head, screaming,

“I swear on love, without you, I’ll die alone!”

She made a finger-gun gesture, mimed shooting herself, and collapsed dramatically on top of him.

I stood there, completely speechless, while onlookers burst out laughing.

Did they think if they couldn’t beat him up, they’d just awkward him to death?

The rich kids laughed it off and walked away, but not before hitting Kyle’s scooter and sending it crashing. I spun out as my vision blurred, and the system popped up again:

[Game Over! Cause of Death: 360-degree spin with liftoff.]

This survival game is a nightmare. Is making it out of this madness a requirement to be born here?

I made a plan and braced myself for the next reset. When Stacey’s call came again, I threw myself off the stool, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Kyle, startled but still sane enough, took me to the local clinic, and by the time he called Stacey back, she’d already gone home.

Not long after, Lisa came back.