Scene: Midnight in a modest bedroom.
The room was small and quiet. A single bed was tucked beside a plain wardrobe, and a mirror stood in the corner—slightly dusty, its frame worn with time. Pale light slipped past the closed curtains, painting soft lines across the wooden floor. The air was still, calm, and carried the feeling of a fresh morning.
[Yuuki stood in front of the mirror, brushing his fingers lightly through his black hair. His blue eyes were calm but thoughtful. ]
He was about five foot eight, slightly on the leaner side, yet with a boyish charm in his face. Nothing seemed extraordinary about him—until one looked closer.
[ His eyes didn't blink much. They were observing, quietly processing. ]
Yuuki: "To think that it would take eighteen years for my memories to return."
[ He exhaled slowly, a little sigh escaping as he dropped his hand down. ]
Yuuki (thinking): "I shouldn't have trusted that damn RoB…"
[ He stood still for a while, the reflection staring back at him, not as a stranger, but as someone with two lives behind those eyes. ]
The memories had returned silently—no dreams, no headaches, no divine voices. Only a calm, sudden awareness. Like remembering something obvious you forgot long ago.
He had died once. A regular boy who jumped in front of a mad dog to save a small child. That should have been the end.
But death didn't greet him with a tunnel of light. There was only darkness. Cold, still, endless.
And then, from that void, a child appeared. The very child he had saved.
[ Yuuki's brows furrowed slightly, recalling the eerie sight. ]
Yuuki (thinking): "So that little guy was a RoB in disguise... running some stupid morality test."
That being—an entity far above human understanding—claimed it was testing if kindness still lived in the hearts of men.
Apparently, Yuuki passed.
And as a reward, he was offered a second life. But not freely.
Two options were laid out.
He could keep his memories and let the RoB choose a world for him.
Or he could choose the world—but lose control over when his memories would return.
[ Yuuki walked over and sat down on the bed, his arms resting on his knees. ]
Yuuki (thinking): "I didn't really have a choice. No power, no cheat system... just the promise of something better."
[ He leaned back and rested his head against the cool wall. His tone stayed soft, but not bitter. ]
Yuuki (thinking): "Still… I made a small request. To live the lives akin to protagonists from different anime worlds. Take their powers, Make Harem , walk their paths. That was my wish."
Surprisingly, the RoB agreed.
And now, years later, that wish had started taking shape.
He was currently Yuuki Wakura. Born in the world of Mato Seihei no Slave. Nothing about his life until now had felt odd.
But this morning… everything returned. Like files unzipping quietly in the back of his mind.
No panic. No breakdown.
Just a calm understanding.
[ Yuuki lay back on the bed with a soft thud, resting his hands behind his head. ]
Yuuki: "So... I'm Yuuki now. With a weird, half-assed system that shuffles me between fictional protagonists."
[ He chuckled lightly to himself. ]
Yuuki (thinking): "Also… why do I even have an inventory? This isn't an RPG..."
He closed his eyes.
The world hadn't changed. His body hadn't changed.
But now, he knew what he was capable of becoming.
And tomorrow, like every other day, he would wake up early to do his job.
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[ Early morning inside the 7th Unit dormitory.]
The dim lights of the dormitory hallway flickered quietly as a soft breeze moved through the open window of a small, neatly arranged room. A single bed in one corner, a basic wardrobe by the wall, and a mirror resting on top of a small drawer. Everything looked clean—like someone had already started their day.
A faint alarm buzzed for a moment before being silenced.
[Beep. Beep. Click.]
Yuuki stirred awake. It was four in the morning—his usual time.
[ Yuuki sat up on the bed, ran his fingers through his black hair, then got up without yawning. ]
(Thinking): Another normal morning... even though my memories are back now, nothing really feels different.
[ He walked to the washroom, brushed his teeth, emptied his stomach, then did some light stretches. ]
His body was already trained—not like the Yuuki from the manga. His physique was lean but muscular, and stamina was solid. He wasn't born with this; he built it himself, slowly, ever since childhood.
[ He grabbed the cleaning supplies from the utility shelf, tied a cloth around his head, and quietly started cleaning the entire dorm building. ]
[ Wipe. Swish. Swish.]
By six o'clock, every corner was spotless.
[ Without resting, Yuuki moved straight to the kitchen. He washed his hands, tied an apron around his waist, and prepped the ingredients for breakfast. ]
The girls needed nutrition—especially with the tournament approaching. High-protein, vitamin-rich meals were the bare minimum.
[ He cracked eggs into a bowl and started whisking. His eyes drifted to the window nearby. ]
Outside, the world of Mato looked desolate. A rocky wasteland stretched far into the distance. Jagged mountains in shades of black loomed under a sky that never saw the sun.
(Thinking): Even now, the sky's always like that… dark, heavy. This whole place feels unnatural.
[ He flipped the omelette neatly with a spatula. ]
Mato was not Earth. It was another dimension that opened up decades ago through strange gates. Out of those came monsters called Shuukis, who brought disaster with them.
Human weapons didn't work. Even bombs couldn't make a dent. But then came the discovery of the "Peach"—a fruit that granted superpowers to females.
[ He chopped vegetables swiftly, the sound of the knife echoing in the quiet kitchen. ]
[Tchick. Tchick. Tchick.]
Once women gained powers, everything changed. Society flipped. Men were left behind. Weak, without blessings, they were deemed useless.
Now, women fought. Women ruled. Men cleaned and cooked. They became servants, or worse, ornaments in a matriarchal society.
(Thinking): That's just how it is now. If you want to live, you follow the rules... No matter how unfair they are.
Over time, the number of men also dropped. Whether it was nature reacting to imbalance or something else, no one knew.
Now there were roughly 25 women for every man. Most men were older—past their prime. Young ones like Yuuki were rare.
[ Yuuki set the plates on the table, garnished each one carefully, then poured tea into the cups. ]
(Thinking): Well… I don't plan to stay "useless" for long.
With that quiet resolve in his eyes, he turned off the stove and wiped his hands.
[ Click.]
Breakfast was ready.
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