A soft breath escaped my lips the mont I stepped out of the bathroom.
"I can’t get used to this body."
My body was perfect, unrealistically so.
In my past life, I had encountered many beauties, but all paled in comparison to my current appearance.
Slicking my hair back so a few damp strands frad my face, I began scrolling through the tablet.
There were countless ssages from Quincy asking where I was.
It was rather strange that she had waited so long for Allen.
"Does she have a crush on ?"
It was either that or she owed an imnse debt she needed to repay.
Either way, I was still planning to et her.
I didn’t need the mana stone anymore, but keeping that relationship would be useful.
Besides, I wasn’t certain whether Allen had any family mbers.
Tossing the tablet onto the bed, I dried my hair with the towel draped over my shoulder.
"Get so revenge, et Quincy, train a little, then register with the Hunter Association."
Decent plan.
My gaze shifted to the white shirt and trousers, now completely soaked.
Even drenched, I had still worn them during the awakening.
Being too eager to rush into things wasn’t always a good trait.
However, my current problem was deciding what to wear.
Allen only had two sets of clothes.
No...
There was no way soone owned only two outfits.
I imdiately moved toward the cupboard and began searching through it.
From the large compartnt where his clothes were stored to the smaller wardrobe.
Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a small knob beneath the wardrobe.
’Could sothing actually be inside there?’
I moved closer and pulled on it, but nothing happened.
After three tries with no success, I decided to flip the wardrobe over and the words I saw froze .
Beneath the wardrobe were lines carved by soone, and they read:
[To the person who inhabits my body now, your finding this ans you have successfully awakened, so thank you.
I know you must be confused about many things, but don’t be. It wasn’t so grand god who sent you into this world, but .
From birth, I was weak and worthless and constantly bullied, that was why I needed revenge.
It was either that or commit suicide.
Since I was going to die either way, I decided to give my body’s successor the gift of this life.
Please protect my family and friends too.]
What?
That word nearly slipped past my lips, but the shock left speechless.
It was written in English, unlike the strange language of this world that I sohow understood.
My eyes quickly dropped to a cabinet beneath the wardrobe, where I spotted another knob.
I pulled it open, and inside were a few clean clothes, an encyclopedia covering the terms of this world—spells, mana beasts, and more.
And at the bottom lay two final items: a diary and an old black book.
Opening the book, I couldn’t help but marvel at the contents.
Quantum physics and various theories far beyond Earth.
What truly caught my attention was what Allen Vanderbilt had written at the beginning:
"I might not be a hunter, but I can hear voices. I can hear the monster."
A sheen of cold sweat ford at my temples as I raked a hand through my hair.
"What the hell did I even get into?"
The book was a journal of revelations whispered to him by soone or sothing, which he expanded upon with his own knowledge.
And at the end of the book, in ssy handwriting I could barely grasp, was his final note:
"I have found a way to reach the future and touch other universes. Now the monster and I can have our revenge."
I swallowed hard, but the saliva refused to go down.
Monster?
No, that wasn’t the real question.
Who the hell was Allen Vanderbilt?
I exhaled heavily. ’Scientists are always crazy.’
There was no point trying to understand Allen Vanderbilt.
If the truth wanted to co out, it would eventually.
In fact, it was fortunate that I found this. At least I wouldn’t feel guilty about inhabiting another man’s body.
Though I wasn’t planning on being his revenge puppet.
Removing the clothes, encyclopedia, and diary, I left the strange book inside the compartnt.
It was too dangerous to take out.
If anyone saw it, not only would they realize that I’m a reincarnator, but they might also assu that Allen Vanderbilt had dabbled in black magic.
After setting the wardrobe back in place, I opened the diary.
The first thing I noticed was how ticulously detailed the entries were.
It was as if he was writing them for... soone.
I placed a hand against my lips.
Inside the diary were his habits, the things that could change and the things that couldn’t.
His favorite food, the small comforts he couldn’t live without.
His aunt, who had raised him throughout his childhood, and every detail about her.
Quincy Blake, his childhood friend, and Naomi Blake, her older brother who had been like family to him.
He had even listed people he admired, those close to him.
"Crazy bastard."
The guy had never planned on living in the first place.
He was exhausted by life and wanted to throw his burdens onto soone else.
It wasn’t so profound mystery.
This was just a man who had long since accepted his diocrity and never tried to change.
I let out a long breath and slipped the diary back into the wardrobe, covering it with so clothes.
From the collection Allen Vanderbilt had left for , I picked a white hoodie slightly oversized, though not by much.
I paired it with joggers and canvas shoes.
On the side table was a headset, which I connected to the tablet before slipping it on and leaving the room.
’Stupid news trying to ruin my mood.’
But it had failed.
No matter what, I was still content.
It was finally ti for a face slap.
The door shut with a faint click as the breeze brushed softly against my skin.
’Finally.’
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