2026, a totally ’normal’ year on earth when oil prices shot up. But what did that have to do with Michael?
He was just so unemployed, lazy bum with no purpose in life. Day after day he’d just lie around at ho scrolling through his phone and living off inheritance money. He didn’t even go outside so of course he wasn’t spending money on gas.
Sure, he was lazy but he did know a bit about finance. With the assets he inherited, he had ways to spend for a hundred years and still not run out.
"So damn boring. No interesting news today."
The young blonde man sat up in bed, stretched, then tossed his phone aside. His sky-blue eyes combined with his harmonious features could be considered handso.
But his physique was kinda hard to look at. He had no muscle tone, a pale complexion, and dark circles under his eyes. Clearly, this was the result of an extrely unhealthy lifestyle.
He scratched his back, stumbling toward the bathroom. He kept yawning nonstop like soone who’d just stayed up all night scrolling on their phone. Looking closely at the corner of his mouth, there was dried drool there from who knows when.
Just as he opened the bathroom door, his phone suddenly let out a notification sound. This unfamiliar noise made him have to turn his head back to look.
"Weird. Who the hell is it? It’s been a long ti since I last heard this sound."
If his phone had this kind of notification sound, it definitely ant soone had ssaged him. But his friends last contacted him like ten years ago.
He hadn’t deleted them or blocked ssages. It’s just that he stayed cooped up at ho so no one wanted to hang out with him anymore.
As soone who knew a fair bit about finance, his mind imdiately went to the only possible scenario.
"No way, soone wants to borrow money? Digging up friends from a whole decade ago? Ha ha, that’s actually pretty interesting."
For a hobody like Michael, having soone actively reach out to him was already considered interesting.
It wasn’t that he liked being the center of attention or enjoyed talking to others. He just found it strange that no one had contacted him in the past ten years and now, suddenly, soone was texting him.
As for borrowing money? If they borrowed a little, he’d just give it. If they borrowed a lot, he’d block the ssage.
Just as he picked up his phone, before even unlocking the screen, his eyes went wide. His trembling hand, from who knows when, made the phone fall onto the bed.
"How... how is that possible?"
He definitely wasn’t mistaken. That account na, even after twelve years, he still rembered clearly who it belonged to. It was the account of a friend he used to be really tight with before he chose to beco a shut-in.
"Didn’t he die a long ti ago? Could his account have been hacked?"
Thinking about a deceased friend he respected having their account hacked by soone else, Michael’s expression suddenly turned unusually serious.
He might not be a billionaire now but he was still a multimillionaire. Catching so nobody hacker wasn’t impossible.
"Hmph, I don’t know who you are but you’re ssing with the wrong guy. Daring to hack the account of... of... What the hell?"
Michael held his head, his face looking extrely uncomfortable like he’d just accidentally swallowed a fly. In that mont just now, he wanted to say that friend’s na but he couldn’t rember it at all.
He wasn’t soone with a bad mory. He still rembered a lot of things from when he was three years old until now. But he didn’t know why when he thought about this friend, his mind beca hazy.
"Damn it, what’s wrong?"
He paced back and forth, scratching his head. In the past ten-plus years his mind had never been this strained.
Things got even weirder. At first he couldn’t rember that friend’s face. The harder he tried, the more he couldn’t even rember his build.
If he couldn’t rember who that friend was, he’d try rembering people connected to him. But the harder he tried to rember, the more people he forgot.
He traced back from elentary school to college, and yet he couldn’t rember a single person. As if everything he’d experienced was fake. And that he actually didn’t have any friends at all.
Michael got so pissed he kicked the nearby table hard. A drawer accidentally slid open, making him suddenly rember he kept the graduation photo in there.
"F*ck, I can’t have mory loss. This has to be from staying ho too long. Just looking at the photos will definitely bring everything back."
As soon as he opened the drawer, he saw the corner of a wooden photo fra. He excitedly pulled it out but imdiately got so shocked he dropped the fra on the floor.
The glass on the outside shattered, the photo falling out with it. The weirdest part was that the photo was just pitch black like it had been burned.
"No, no way..."
Michael’s pupils trembled. At this mont, he felt like his whole life might be fake. If everything was fake, then was he even real? Of course he wasn’t about to accept that easily so he imdiately opened the window.
Seeing that outside people were still crowded and cars were still running steadily, his mind relaxed a bit. Suddenly he rembered sothing related to the photo.
"Scared the hell out of . I rember now! Back then I saw the photo was wrinkled so I used an iron on it. But I accidentally burned it black. Since I’m super lazy, I didn’t bother asking friends for a copy to redo it, so I just put it back in the fra and threw it in the drawer. If it was still good, I’d have hung it on the wall ages ago."
Figured it out, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Earlier he almost thought, after staying ho for ten years, he’d discovered everything in the world was fake.
"Oh, but if it’s not fake, then do I actually have mory loss? No way, I’m still young. How could I have that?"
"Guess I should go see a doctor."
His eyelid twitched a few tis. If he totally couldn’t rember anything anymore, the feeling would probably be no different from the whole world being fake.
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