The mont those words slipped from my lips, I exhaled.
"Of course it had to be transmigration."
I had seen too much in my life to be shocked by transmigration or even reincarnation.
As brother Matt, our crew’s driver, would say:
What doesn’t kill you makes you better.
"I guess the gods enjoyed my suicidal act."
I didn’t have the best mory in humanity, but I did know who I was.
Allen Park.
The only reason I rembered such a character was because he shared the sa na as .
Plus, he was pathetic.
The only ti Allen appeared in the novel was during the Hunters’ second awakening ceremony.
After failing to absorb mana from the compression chamber, he still showed up during the second awakening in the rift, begging everyone present, from students to teachers and hunters alike, to take him as a slave, as long as he could beco a hunter.
After that, he went on to lick the feet of...
"Eww..." I muttered, face twisting.
Even though I wasn’t the one who did it, and the plot point likely hadn’t happened yet, I couldn’t help but feel like throwing up.
"Such a pathetic fool."
His disgusting antics had made his childhood friend leave him and start staying with a young master who later turned her into a Villainess.
"Talk about being silly."
I shifted my gaze to the window that was fully open, the blinds folded upwards.
Rising from the bed, I staggered toward it and gripped the edge.
The damp sll of rain lingered in the air as hundreds of people walked about with phones in one hand and umbrellas in the other.
The city resembled China a little.
At least the advanced one I saw in videos.
I leaned on the edge, sticking my head out the window.
"If this world was given a couple more centuries, it would have beco cyberpunk."
I wasn’t exactly an otaku, so the whole transmigration thing was still a little hard to process.
But it wasn’t that bad.
After staying at the window a mont longer, I moved back inside the room with steadier footing.
Allen Park was below average in every way.
Modest height, a plain face that bordered on ugly, and of course, worthless talent.
If an extra didn’t have these traits, they wouldn’t be able to blend into the background.
But this world, or rather this character, wasn’t going to stop .
It wasn’t every day soone got a second chance at life.
So since my humble self had been chosen, I planned on taking it.
And of course, be the best.
Because I, Allen Park, can’t settle for anything less.
I opened the small wardrobe as if about to tear it apart.
Inside was a large black T-shirt with the word Hunter on it.
Beside it was a neatly folded white shirt, trousers, and socks tucked to the side.
It looked too tidy to belong to Allen, considering he used perfus to cover the bad sll in his room.
Besides, the clothes were too large.
I pulled out the shirt and tossed it out of the wardrobe.
And just as I anticipated, beneath the neat clothes was a large tablet.
It had a white back and very thin bezels.
Turning the device over, I tried pulling off the back.
I did need the tablet to check things.
But I also needed to know how they powered smart devices with runes.
I tugged at the back of the slim tablet, but nothing happened.
If it were soone else, I would have called them a fool for trying this.
But this was , Allen Park.
Opening the thinnest phones with my fingers was child’s play.
I clenched my teeth. "Damn it."
Scanning the wardrobe again, my eyes landed on a small knife tucked in the corner where the clothes should be.
Without hesitation, I picked it up and carefully pried open the tablet.
The mont I did, my eyes widened in disbelief.
Behind the device were the essential materials found inside any gadget.
However, the wires connecting them were replaced by what seed to be mana threads.
Yet what baffled most was what lay directly in front of .
A massive glowing circle, etched with strange symbols, sat atop the various tech components, as if acting as both a battery and a processor.
I stepped back and sat on the bed.
It was an interesting concept.
What was even more fascinating was the circle itself.
At first glance, they looked like strange runic symbols etched around a glowing circle. But the closer I looked, the more familiar they felt...
My head throbbed as a strange mory that wasn’t mine, flashed through my mind.
In the next mont, understanding of a subject I had never known beca part of .
I glanced back at the circle through blurry vision. If what I had seen as the translation of these symbols was truly accurate, then these weren’t just random words.
Maybe they were strange symbols for the people of this world, but for , and perhaps for those from 800 years ago, the era before rift appeared.
"These are codes..."
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