One second he was mid-text, the next there was a screech of tires and a wall of metal slamming into him from the side. Pain exploded through his body, sharp, blinding, like every bone shattering at once.
He felt himself lift off the ground, tumbling through the air in a sickening spin, the world blurring into streaks of headlights and pavement. His phone flew from his grip, shattering on the road.
There was a wet crunch as he hit the asphalt, the impact driving the air from his lungs in a ragged gasp. Blood filled his mouth, warm and metallic, and for a brief, terrifying moment he saw the sky above him, gray and indifferent, before everything went dark.
No final thoughts, no dramatic life flashing before his eyes, just the sudden, absolute nothing of it all ending right there on a random city street because he couldn't stop checking his damn messagesThen, nothing.
For what felt like forever, there was only blackness. A void so complete it swallowed any sense of time or self. Noah floated in it, weightless, wondering if this was what came after. No light at the end of the tunnel, no voices calling his name.
Just empty quiet. He tried to move, to think, to scream, but there was nothing to push against. Had he really died? Just like that? Over a stupid text? The thought twisted in his mind, sharp and ridiculous, until suddenly....he gasped awake.
Noah shot upright in bed, chest heaving, sweat soaking through his t-shirt. His hands flew to his chest, patting frantically, expecting broken ribs or blood or something, but there was nothing.
Just smooth skin and the frantic thud of his heart. He was in his apartmentHis cheap, one-bedroom place with the peeling paint on the walls and the leaky faucet in the kitchen he kept meaning to fix.
The same faded curtains hung over the window, letting in the dim evening light from the street below. His phone was on the nightstand, screen intact, buzzing with a new notification. He grabbed it, heart still racing, and stared at the lock screen. The time read five-forty. The same time he'd left the office.
The same day.
"What the hell…" he muttered, voice hoarse. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feet hitting the worn carpet.
His body felt normal, no bruises, no pain, no truck-shaped dents in his memory that made any sense. But the crash was burned into his brain, the screech of tires, the impact, theblood.
"Didn't I just die? I got hit by a truck. I felt it. I… I died. How am I back here? In my apartment? This doesn't make sense."
He stood up slowly, legs shaky, and walked to the bathroom mirror.
Same face stared back, tired eyes, messy dark hair, the faint stubble he hadn't bothered shaving that morning. Nothing different. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake the fog, but the memories wouldn't fade.
The texts to the girls, the crosswalk, the truck. It had all been real. He pinched his arm hard enough to wince. Real. He was alive. Back where he started, like the universe had hit rewind on the worst five minutes of his life.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his head then, clear and emotionless, cutting through the confusion like a blade.
[ Ding! Yandere Wealth Multiplier System has bound to Host Noah Cassian Beaumont!]
Noah froze, water dripping from his chin. He looked around the empty bathroom, heart slamming against his ribs again.
"What? Who said that?"
[ Second chance granted. Core Rule: Every dollar spent pampering, dating, gifting, or passionately claiming your three dangerously obsessive girlfriends will be multiplied and returned as cash, stocks, properties, and power.]
[ Affection Meters:]
[Mia 68/100 ]
[ Lila 42/100 ]
[ Selena 25/100 ]
The words hung there in his mind, projected like some invisible screen only he couldsee. Noah staggered back into the main room, collapsing onto the edge of his bed.
"This is a hallucination. Has to be. I died, and now I'm losing it. Or maybe I'm in a coma. Yeah, that's it."
Before he can react, glowing blue screen popped up right infront of him which made him tumbled a few steps back, as he broke out in cold sweats again.
"What is going on?" Noah was was in total shock as everything that is happening is really bizarre to him.
He couldn't wrapped his head around, what he actual hell is going on. First he was making his way home, closed from work and was talking to his sweets girls and coming up with all sorts of devious ideas to spend the weekend with them.But before he can react, a truck came out of nowhere and send him flying. He was really sure that he was dead but now he is awake in his small apartment as if nothing have happened at all.
And now there is is this cold mechanical voice in head and screens popping up in front of him. This must be the weirdest day he has ever have.
Just then the screen infront of him glitches and chanhed into something that looks like a game status window. The full status window unfolded in his vision, crisp and detailed, like a video game HUD that refused to go away no matter how hard he blinked.
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Name: Noah Cassian BeaumontAge: 24
Level: 1 (0/10,000,000)
Current Base Multiplier: [10x]
Skills: [None]
Wealth Overview: [$28,890]
Total Assets: [$45,345]
Current Girls Average Affection: [45/100]
System Shop: [Locked]
Dimensional Attributes:
Stamina: 10
Charisma: 12
Intelligence: 10
Vitality: 11
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Noah stared at it, mouth dry, fingers gripping the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white. "Okay… okay, this is real. Or I'm officially crazy. But the numbers… my bank account was at twenty-eight grand last time I checked. How does it know that? And the girls… Mia, Lila, Selena. It knows about them. All three. What the fuck is happening?"
He sat there for what felt like minutes, mind racing through the day again, the office, the texts, the truck. None of it lined up with waking up here, with this… system thing talking in his head. He wasn't rich. He wasn't special. He was just Noah the guy scraping by, juggling three complicated connections that kept him from feeling completely alone. Mia with her quiet care, Lila with her fire, Selena with her intensity.
They each had their hooks in him, and now this? A second chance tied to spending on them? It sounded insane. But the status window wouldn't disappear, no matter how many times he rubbed his eyes or shook his head.
A soft knock echoed from the front door, pulling him out of the spiral.
"Noah?" came a familiar voice from the hallway, warm and concerned, muffled slightly by the wood but unmistakable.
"Noah? You sounded weird in your last text… I brought soup."
It was Mia.