A scorching summer day in M City. The sky, which had been cloudless, was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning. In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky, and in the blink of an eye, heavy rain mixed with lightning poured down.
In a small, independent two-story building on the outskirts, a slightly overweight figure was cursing and hurriedly collecting clothes he had hung on the second-floor corridor.
"Damn weather, won't even let a person have a moment of peace on a hard-earned day off!"
Raj, a single dog in his early thirties, born in the 80s, never went to university. He dropped out of high school due to family reasons, or rather, that's not quite right. With his grades, even a third-tier university would have been a bit difficult.
He entered society at the age of seventeen without any skills. He worked as a security guard, a kitchen helper, and set up a street stall. He is currently a glorious online merchant.
To summarize the first half of his life in one sentence: he couldn't succeed at anything he did, and he never had enough to eat.
Originally, the income from setting up a street stall was not bad. He could barely earn a thousand dollars a month. If he continued like this, perhaps in ten years or so, Raj could buy a not-too-big house in a third- or fourth-tier city where housing prices weren't too expensive, marry a not-too-pretty wife, and from then on reach a not-too-high peak in life. Thinking about it, he was a little excited.
Unfortunately, the urban management in country is too troublesome. As early as two years ago, they had cleaned up all the small vendors in the city.
So, Raj had no choice but to follow the trend of the times, keep up with social development, become a glorious online merchant, and sell some small accessories produced by friends' small factories on a certain treasure website. The income was so-so, barely enough to make a living in M City, a first-tier city. The extravagant thing of falling in love was basically out of his reach.
Speaking of which, Raj didn't look bad. He was 1.8 meters tall, but his figure had become a bit out of shape due to lack of exercise by the computer in the past two years. He had big eyes and a chubby face. Anything that gets fat gives people a sense of inexplicable joy, and that of course includes Raj.
Unfortunately, in this era, everyone doesn't talk about feelings, they only talk about money. With money, there are feelings; without money, there are no feelings. So, Raj, with his mediocre income, is still a single dog.
At this moment, Raj, in a flurry of activity, had already rescued the clothes he had hung to dry on the corridor back into his less than twenty-square-meter rented room. He casually took out a bottle of Coke from the second-hand small refrigerator he had gotten from the waste recycling station in the room, opened the lid, and gulped down more than half the bottle in one breath. As the ice-cold Coke went down, Raj felt as if his whole body had cooled down a lot.
Although it was already thundering and raining heavily outside, Raj dared to open his window to save on electricity bills, relying on the awning on the window and the lack of wind outside.
"Phew!" Raj breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down at his computer desk next to the window. Looking at the product request box on the screen that was still empty, he knew that he probably wouldn't have a single sale this morning.
"Forget it, I'll watch a movie for entertainment!" He said, clicking on his movie software, wanting to find the latest movie to pass the time. Suddenly, a continuous burst of thunder sounded outside.
"Rumble — — Boom — —!"
Raj was so startled that his hand trembled and clicked on a small advertisement on the movie playback page, making him curse, "Damn it! The weather nowadays is getting bad day-by-day."
At this moment, the sound of thunder outside grew louder and louder, as if it was drifting towards Raj. Looking from the sky, a ball of light like a comet, dragging a long tail, fell from the sky. Streaks of lightning bombarded the ball of light, as if vowing to destroy it invisibly. The ball of light swayed and fell, stubbornly fleeing downwards. Finally, just as it was about to fall to the ground, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down, hitting the ball of light into Raj's open window.
"Shit! What the hell is that thi.…" In a flash of blinding lightning, Raj only felt a pain all over his body, followed by a numbness, and then he lost consciousness.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I am the dividing line of coma — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
I don't know how long it had passed, but the dark, human-shaped object on the floor next to the computer in the room squirmed. Then, the black, human-shaped object, like a charcoal, slowly climbed up.
"I'll be damned!" Raj opened his mouth and spat out a puff of black smoke. He staggered to his small bathroom and looked in the mirror, muttering, "Please, please don't let me be disfigured. I already don't have any money. If I'm disfigured again, I really won't be able to find a wife in the future…"
The mirror reflected a black uncle with dark skin and frizzy hair.
"I'm damned, is this the rhythm of giving me a talent skill?
Raj looked at the black uncle in the mirror, speechless for a moment: "But I really don't want the talent skill of nocturnal sneaking!"
As he said this, he turned on the faucet and washed vigorously, muttering as he washed, "It would be better to give me the innate talent of the stealth, whoever wants the stealth skill can have it, I don't want it…!"
After a while of washing, Raj finally restored his white and chubby original shape. He casually found a pair of half-dry underwear hanging in the bathroom and put them on, then walked out of the bathroom.
Only then did he see his house, which looked like a typhoon had passed through it, and a miserable cry rang out. "Ah!!! All my possessions... my goods... my livelihood!!!"
It took Raj a long time to clean up the house from a typhoon aftermath to something resembling the aftermath of an earthquake. Anyway, a bachelor's dorm is just like that unless the bachelor has obsessive-compulsive disorder or is a clean freak.
"What a heavy loss!" Raj said, habitually opening a bottle of cola and sitting down at the computer, casually pressing the power button. After pressing it, he couldn't help but mock himself: "I'm really stupid... I clearly saw the lightning strike—"
"Beep—" The power-on sound before the computer started interrupted his self-mockery.
"The computer!... Damn, is this shoddy assembled thing so durable? Or am I in protagonist mode?" Raj stared intently at his computer screen, as if trying to see a flower bloom. Thinking of a series of familiar WB novels like [Strange Computer] and [My Computer Can Travel Through Time], Raj's heart couldn't help but get excited. Is he going to be the protagonist from today onwards...?
As the familiar welcome screen appeared before his eyes, Raj's heart, which had been pounding faster due to excitement, finally calmed down. He leaned back in his chair, disappointed that he thought he could get some kind of golden finger. "Forget it, I really don't have the protagonist's fate!"
But unwilling to give up, he casually opened his resale shop application. What if his golden finger was [Ten Thousand Realms Shop]? Unfortunately... it was still silent. Raj searched back and forth several times, but the application in front of him had all the functions it should have, and the functions it shouldn't have... still didn't exist. He shook his head in frustration. It seemed that he really wasn't a protagonist. He clicked on one of his favorite Tokyo Hot movies, a street amateur pickup, prepared tissues, and planned to masturbate to relieve the depression in his heart.
But for some reason, the movie that used to make him excited seemed to have no appeal to him today.
"Damn, has brother been electrified into a saint!" Increasingly frustrated, Raj lit a cigarette and casually threw the lighter on the keyboard. At this moment, an accident happened—the lighter, under the reaction force of the keyboard, bounced towards the computer screen like a small stone skipping across the water, and then, like a stone falling into the water, rippled across the screen, disappearing in front of Raj.
"...Damn!!!!!!!!!!"
"Where's my lighter?" Raj was completely dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, standing up, afraid that he was seeing things. The lighter might have just fallen behind the screen. Having been disappointed once, he really didn't want to face a second disappointment so quickly... So he carefully checked the computer desk. No, okay!
He turned around again, looking at the back of the computer screen, still nothing. Raj, enduring the excitement in his heart, slowly turned his gaze to the Tokyo Hot series that was playing on the screen. With his sharp eyes, he immediately found his familiar disposable lighter with small advertisements printed on it next to the pillow of the screaming woman on the screen.
"Damn, is brother really going to make a fortune!" Raj opened his mouth wide, staring intently at the woman on the screen who was shouting hoarsely. If there were acquaintances nearby, they would think this movie was exceptionally exciting!
"Calm down—calm down! Raj, you can do it!" He breathed heavily while pressing his chest hard, trying to soothe his heart that was about to jump out of excitement... "Don't be excited, it's not certain whether it's traveling to the movie world or traveling to the movie location..."
After a while, Raj calmed down and steadied his mind. He opened another amateur pickup, also a Tokyo Hot series of small movies, but a beach pickup series.
Raj tremblingly reached out to the computer screen, watching his hand ripple as if it were reaching into a pool of water. Then, an irresistible huge suction came, and Raj only felt a whirl of dizziness. In a moment, a beach appeared before his eyes, and bikini girls were coming and going in front of him, and he heard the sound of waves and the chirping of Japanese...
"Holy crap, brother is really going to make a fortune!" Raj excitedly clenched his fist, completely ignoring the fact that he was only wearing underwear... Well, he ignored it, but someone else didn't.
A whistle sounded, and a girl in a life jacket walked quickly towards him, shouting something as she walked.
"What? What are you saying?" Raj looked at the girl in front of him who was quickly speaking Japanese, completely not understanding what she was shouting excitedly in front of him...
"Indian?" It seemed that the girl could also say a few words of Indian.
"Yes!" Raj nodded, understanding this sentence. "What's the matter?"
"Here—" The girl thought for a long time, not knowing how to express 'underwear' in Raj. Helpless, she reached out and pulled Raj, quickly walking to a large bulletin board next to her.
"Don't pull me, brother is not a casual person!" Raj was secretly pleased while pretending to be serious, which is the legendary pervert.
"Here!" The girl pointed to the bulletin board, which was written in English [No Underwear Allowed], and then released his hand, pointing to his lower body.
"..." Only then did Raj realize that he had excitedly run in wearing only his underwear, and his face suddenly turned red. "Damn, I'm losing face abroad, I want to die!"
The girl looked at Raj's red round face and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. In her opinion, this uncle was so interesting that he even blushed. Could this be the legendary herbivore man?
Hearing the girl's laughter, Raj couldn't help but feel depressed. "I want to disappear here! I want to leave!"