Laid out on the bench was Alexander.
Passersby cast pitiful and revolted gazes at the youth.
Most people kept their harsh words to themselves, choosing silence to save face, while a few daring individuals whispered to their partners or the people closest to them.
In one such instance, a man cloaked in a red scholarly outfit, matching his long beard, felt his curiosity piqued as he caught a glimpse of the youth in his peripheral vision.
Groping his beard further the scholarly elder watched the young man as he writhed in fits of constant yelling and fear.
It seemed as if he was out of place.
His face etched only confusion and secondhand annoyance…
Or the youth was just retarded.
The old man didn't know.
Observing the youth for several moments further the elderly man walked Toward the youth to address the issue.
"Young man, if I may ask what's toiling your mind?"
Confused by the scholarly man's appearance Alexander then just focused his attention on the newcomer.
This was only natural.
'Who the hell was this guy?' 'And why is he talking to me,'
None of it made sense!
But it did!
Eventually, Alexander responded to the man after a several-second intermission.
"Well, I …" Alexander stammered.
It was just too abrupt.
What the hell are you talking about
Why am I even giving this guy a response?
"Was rejected by the woman I lusted…"
"..."
The elderly scholar amused with the response chuckled.
"Oh the pains of youth," the old man mused.
This whole interaction happened 4 minutes before his current laid-out figure.
"Ughhh" Alexander groaned.
One notable characteristic of humans, especially Homo sapiens, is our remarkable ability to adapt to various situations.
This adaptability is influenced by several factors and can vary among individuals.
It took Alexander some time, but he eventually accepted his current predicament.
like earlier, during his conversation with the elder,
it all began to make sense!
"Transmigration…"
Any rational person would deduce this much.
Especially if said person was an avid light novel reader!
Glancing towards his hands Alexander bore witness to his correct assumption.
His hands were callused and his fingernails were chipped.
Several aged marks in the shape of slashes marked the back and palms of his hands.
During Alexander's short life, he had always kept fitness and physical health as a prominent trait of his
Not that he cared for his health anyhow.
Having a healthy lifestyle was essential for a clear train of thought during work.
Alexander's figure was only slightly above average; he had a moderately muscular build, but nothing substantial or eye-catching. His wheat-blond hair cascaded over his ears and partially obscured his eyes, appearing unkempt and long.
Actually, Alexander's past body was borderline average across the spectrum.
But now things differed,
he felt fucking worse than he did in his past body!
His skin was a pale, unhealthy white, giving him a sickly appearance. He seemed slightly shorter than in his past lives, and Alexander estimated his height to be around 180 cm. The muscles in this body appeared significantly weaker compared to what he was used to, which was saying something.
Absentmindedly removing the silk black blazer from his body Alexander was now royally annoyed as he checked the condition of his arms.
His two appendages were moderately sized but seemed thinner than what should be normal, seemingly deprived of nutrition.
"Alas since I've been Transmigrated into a world I have no recollection of I should at least get some form of external help," Alexander said with a tinge of excitement.
His muddled emotions were nulled as he waited to say the anticipated words he had long since anticipated.
Did he ever expect such a moment to come?
No,
Of course not
Before this fever dream of an event Alexander had lived in the harsh world of reality
Such delusion was always burned at the stake by teachers and parents.
But now maybe just maybe
He could become that person that his childhood mind annoyingly dreamt up.
"Status!"
Nothing
So Alexander opted for an altered response.
"System?"
As anticipated, the dignified azure blue panel manifested before him. A transparent screen displaying his status appeared before him, invisible to any onlooker but himself.
[User…. Alexander Langston will be granted Sword Sovereign System—-
[Alex Hawthorn]
Age - [16]
rank - [fledgling]
Energy - [Devine] [Mana] [Qi] [Prana]
Tallent - [Sovereign of the Sword]
[Stat—]
Suddenly, the screen before him began to glitch and tear apart as a dominant shade of red ferociously plastered its ominous message over everything.
Red was never a good sign.
It carried too many negative connotations to be considered positive.
"Why is it showing that?"
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
[ERROR!]
…..
[Unaccounted force hindering the symbiotic process,
[ [Title [Great one] is revoking the previous action]
[Sword Sovereign System (Nulled)]
[Entity known as Alexander Langston is unknown]
[System Shutting down for entity [Alexander Langston] ]
[Tallent revoked] [Sword sovereign (Null)]
Energy - [Devine] [Mana] [Qi] [Prana] (Null)
[Max rank Entity Alexander Langston is limited to - Pathmaker rank 8]
Following The barrage of consecutive red notifications, Alexander's once stifling excitement was nulled as an inhumane level of pain shot up through his body.
"AHHHHHHH!"