"Hey, how much for a night? I need rounds of intense grinding and mind blowing sucking," a man who looks to be in his early thirties asked a young skantily dressed lady.
"Go to hell, old man. Do I look like a fucking prostitute to you?" The young lady snapped at him.
The man smiled mockingly at her, while looking at her from her receding hairline that gave her a forehead big enough for a skyscraper to be built atop it, to her toenails.
The young lady's outfit left little to the imagination. She wore a tight, white cropped top that barely clung to her chest, the thin fabric doing a poor job of concealing her curves. Her side boobs were out in the open and her nipples, almost the same.
Below, a micro-skirt clung to her hips, riding high enough to expose the waistband of her lace underwear with every step.
The entire look seemed deliberately crafted to provoke attention—bold, reckless, and unapologetically revealing.
The old man felt that this young girl has no idea what she was saying. How could she dress like that and expect people not to address her as how she is.
"You're not one and you're dressed like that?" He asked, shaking his head and making an attempt to walk away.
"The fuck is wrong with you, old man? I'm 18!"
The old man paused and turned to look at the girl, with a strange look on his face.
"18? That's a weird name. But you don't need to worry, I was never interested. I hope you meet the trash guy you're waiting for," he smiled, and started walking away.
The young lady seemingly hurt but his words, started yelling.
"Freak! Pervert! It's my body, I can do whatever I want with it! Fucking perverted, thirsty old man! Think you can dig this shit? Never!"
"And there they go... again. Why does the truth hurt so much?" The old man shook his head, still walking.
He didn't bother to look back. He has been in this type of situation more times than he could count.
"Kids these days... Mostly the females, they are so confused," he murmured.
"Sigh... Why do I even bother with them? My life is way more shitty than theirs. I stayed back at work till past midnight and I don't even know if there's anything for me to eat at home. I don't even have ten bucks in my account. My job ain't paying enough and I don't even know how I'm going to start a future," he said, with a dry chuckle.
"What a life you're living, Toby. You're the worst of the worst. A 28 year old man with absolutely nothing to his name. A nice guy who doesn't fit into the society, and always daily dream about dying, and reincarnating."
The old man, Toby, sighed heavily and looked up at the night sky.
He couldn't help but wonder what he was still doing in this boring-ass world.
Sure, the graphics were beautiful… but the storyline sucked.
No jade beauties. No dragon mama.
No big titty elf milfs. No lewd succubus.
No clingy cat girl. No icy vampire queen.
Just bills, work, and empty ramen cups.
Toby isn't an otaku but he won't lie that what he had listed are peaks. But unfortunately for him, he won't be able to experience them because he was born in a boring world called Earth.
A world that has been overtaken by capitalism, ran by assholes who aren't good at their jobs but are put there because there's no other choice.
Toby felt that even a eastern cultivation world is way better than Earth. At least, even if he reincarnates as a weak bum, he still has hope of experiencing something spectacular.
"If reincarnation is real, I want to reincarnate as an extremely op character. Maybe a level 999 Demon Lord, with lots of riches and female servants. I just want to live a relaxing life," he smiled.
He knew that all these were just wishful thinking but there's the saying that goes, "a man gotta dream."
Toby sighed again as he crossed the road toward the shitty building that housed his shitty apartment.
He was just about to walk into the building when he felt a cold metal on the back of his head, followed by a grouchy voice.
"Don't you fucking dare to turn back. Just drop the briefcase and every valuables on you."
Toby sighed internally and without complaint, dropped the briefcase on the floor.
"I said every valuables on you. Are you fucking deaf?" The voice asked coldly.
"That's the thing, man. The briefcase is the only valuable thing on me," Toby gave a dry laugh.
"Really?" The voice asked.
"Yeah, man. That's the only shit of value you will find on me and there's nothing inside it, but a bunch of useless papers," Toby replied.
"Tsk... What a poor fellow and I thought I will be able to eat good tonight. What a waste," the voice said, and pulled back the gun from Toby's head.
Toby no longer feeling the gun on the back of his head and hearing the steps of grouchy voice owner, bent down to pick up his briefcase.
Even though he said that the papers inside it are worthless, they aren't to him, as they are the documents he has to work on before going to bed.
Toby's grabbed the briefcase and was about to stand up, when he heard a gunshot. His body shooked and he slowly tried to raise his head to look at the shooter, but he saw himself losing consciousness and falling to the ground.
He had been shot right in the middle of his head, without any reason as to why.
Toby was still confused by the whole as he rapidly lost consciousness. But right before he took his last breath, he made a wish in his heart hoping that he will finally achieve his dream of reincarnation.
....
"…I'm alive?" Toby asked himself in shock.
As someone who had used his last breath to desperately pray for a second chance at life, he was quick to understand the situation he now found himself in.
He had been shot and he died. There was no mistaking that. But now, he stood upright, fully conscious, uninjured… and completely fine.
Around him stretched an endless plane—flat, still, and impossibly vast. There was no sky, no clouds, no sun or moon. Just a gray void, painted with a subtle hue of gold mist that drifted lazily across the space like glowing dust suspended in time.
There was no wind. No sound. No life.
And yet… the entire place felt alive.
Under his feet, the ground looked like polished obsidian, smooth enough to reflect his figure. It didn't feel cold or solid—more like he was standing on a thought given shape. There were no walls, no horizon. The space extended infinitely in every direction.
But none of that mattered, because what stood in front of him dominated everything.
A massive golden gate, dozens of meters tall, towered ahead of him. It wasn't attached to any structure, just floating upright in the middle of the void like a god had placed it there for him alone.
Runes shifted slowly across its surface, changing shape every few seconds—sometimes ancient symbols, sometimes binary code, sometimes text in languages Toby had never seen.
At the very center of the gate, etched deep into its radiant frame, were four glowing runes... Or should he call it words? Because he understood what it means.
[Origin School Entry Gate]
Toby stared, slack-jawed. He wasn't a genius, but he wasn't dumb either. This was it. He knew that this was his moment. His reincarnation. His wish answered.
Just as he took a hesitant step toward the gate, a mechanical, genderless voice echoed directly into his mind.
[Welcome, Administrator. You have been successfully bound to the Ascension System.]
[You are now the Headmaster of the Origin School, an interdimensional sanctuary that exists outside time and reality.]
[Initialize entry?]
[Yes/No]
Toby blinked.
"Headmaster? What the hell? Is this one of those OP setups where I rule a school full of freaks and geniuses?" he muttered, then grinned. "Hell yeah, let's do this."
He has read web novels with similar tropes and setting, and be loves them very much.
He smiled, squared his shoulders, stepped forward, and said with full confidence:
"Yeah. Open the gate."
[Initialization confirmed. Welcome to your new life, Administrator.]
The massive golden gate creaked open smoothly and effortlessly, and warm light spilled out, flooding the endless plane and washing over Toby's body like a tidal wave.