I poured a vial of glass containing vicious green fluid over my body, crimson steam flew up into the air after contact was made with the skin. I screamed from the jolts of pain that seemed intent on torturing me.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
My vision started blackening out, black flecks littered my line of sight.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
You recieved -10 hp from acid damage.
You are dead.
It took a moment until I died, literally. But a white light enulfed me the moment I was about to lose consciousness.
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I swallowed a large mouthful of fresh air when I woke up. Well, it is as I expected; I did not really "die", thanks to this.
#@ &%* gem (One time use): Rewinds 20 years worth of time. Use it well.
It took a moment to get used to the enviroment, but finally I could percept the surroundings,
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Now aware the I returned to my old-bedroom in a rundown apartment, and also aware that I couldn't move with all the cup noodle mountain and mounds of clothes, my first action after turning back time is to clean up my bedroom.
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Upon seeing my kinda-neat bedroom, I knew I spent too much time organizing my stuff.
I know that I have exactly a week until the "End", but that doesn't comfort me anyless. Heck, even if I had 10 more years I would not feel "safe" considering all the unexpected things that could happen if you were unattentive. Like getting a random corrupted crystal that could turn back time...
I took a moment to scan the room on the items I could take with me; figurines, nope. Wallpaper, nope. Manga... ye-nope. Ah, I forgot. I was a Shut-In, I guess I will just buy everything I needed and not care about the things in the room. All the useful things are either ripped or wornout and I don't have much in the room anyway.
I approached the rusted door of my room and shoved it open, a loud bang told me I used too much strength. The rim of the door hit a passerby, a pained yelp was accompanied by an angered shout.
"What the fuck man?!"
Now, trouble is literally on my doorsteps.
"Oh. I didn't mean to slam the door into you, sorry."
I don't know him. A random trash from somewhere, I guess.
"Haaaaa? You fucking bastard! You think that after injuring the great me, you will live?!"
What the is wrong with this guy?
I glared at him, thought a little and replied, "Fuck off."
Although I would not mind killing someone right now, I shouldn't, because I still have a month before hell decends. I would not like being wanted, worse, arrested before it all starts.
But my reply seems to have angered the man.
Sigh... trouble is coming my way...