Sometimes, quitting seems like the best option... a game you can't win, a relation you can't bear, a race you'll never conquer.

Even life, when it slips through your fingers. (and maybe, just maybe, writing preview introductory chapter to create more confusion?)

These were the thoughts that Morph surrendered to, resulting him into giving up on his life.

Turning his back on a world that had forsaken him, he took that fateful leap into the unknown.

"Pathetic"

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The surroundings absorbed the words, delivered in an indifferent tone laced with disgust.

Standing by the escarpment, a frail figure was outlined, peering down the unforgiving slope.

“At least, you had courage to die.”

Gazing upon Morph's frail body, which now was his own, along with the name given to it.

[I've lost count of how many times this has happened...]

Sigh...

[As if I ever truly believed it was reality to begin with...]

After sifting through his thoughts, he began to survey his surroundings.

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.

.

It was a cliff at least two stories deep, a gaping maw of certain death for anyone who dared to leap.

Nestled deep within the desolate mountain, it was a place of solitude,

perfect for those seeking escape from the clutches of the world and their 'dear' reality.

"Morph, huh?"

The new inheritor of the moniker 'Morph' closed his eyes, delving into the memories of this very existence.

[First, let's talk boy.]