Chapter 1

Dense hair, long bangs covering the forehead, black glasses obscuring most of the face, a height of about 1.8 meters, slightly overweight with a small belly, around 17 years old, and still retaining some youthful innocence.

Ordinary, too ordinary!

This is an ordinary boy, completely unremarkable in a crowd.

The boy sighed, repeatedly confirming that the boy in the mirror was indeed himself.

He never thought he would actually be transported to another world.

But it's also a good thing.

He had died from electrocution, so getting a second chance at life wasn't bad at all.

No longer dwelling on his past life, he focused on his current situation.

The boy's name is Sanzaki Yusuke, a native of the island nation, who also died from electrocution and was then possessed by an older youth.

The original owner passed away peacefully, leaving behind only a segment of his life's memories. After integrating these memories, the穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in Chinese, which can be translated as "transmigrator" or "穿越者" in English) fully accepted his new identity.

No matter what, being able to live on is ultimately a good thing.

Transmigration comes with benefits, and Sanzaki Yusuke is no exception.

Along with all the original memories, he also received a golden finger: a system.

However, after some exploration, Sanzaki Yusuke discovered that this system was not perfect, or rather, it was a flawed version.

The entire interface only displayed his status, with no query function, no artificial intelligence, no skill list, and no various abilities. No matter how he touched or tried to interact, he couldn't get any more information.

This is just a joke!

The panel displayed:

Host: Sanzaki Yusuke

Age: 16 years

Combat Power: 4 (normal human combat power is 5)

Skills: None

What a mess!

Of course, based on the tropes of various transmigration stories, this system might only activate under certain conditions.

Sanzaki Yusuke tried various methods, such as in some system novels where picking up a textbook would automatically grant you the skill. However, after flipping through all the books in the room, the system showed no reaction at all.

He must have been overthinking it; there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Well, having a system is better than nothing.

Only then did Sanzaki Yusuke take a look at his surroundings.

This was a typical Japanese teenager's room, with anime posters on the walls and various miscellaneous items, such as a realistic-looking long sword, exquisitely crafted and indistinguishable from a real one, as well as various costumes, manga books, and study materials, and all sorts of head accessories.

What is this mess?

Is this how normal teenagers live?

Sanzaki Yusuke organized everything, fortunately not finding any bizarre costumes. If he had found a female sailor uniform, he would have been devastated.

He put away all the miscellaneous items, packed up the toys, and stored them in boxes in the corner.

No matter what, these were remnants of the original body, so he left them for now.

However, the original body had quite strong hands-on skills.

Sanzaki Yusuke picked up the long sword. The sword, made of an unknown material, was heavy and had a very good feel. It was exquisitely crafted, with various patterns on the blade and a black dragon head on the hilt, looking very impressive and quite "otaku."

Some otaku who love plastic figures would probably like this.

Sanzaki Yusuke swung the plastic long sword a few times and then checked the system in his mind.

Sure enough, the system gave no hints. It seems he was overthinking it again. In some system novels, just picking up a long sword and swinging it a few times would prompt you to learn swordsmanship, but this world isn't that simple.

Without the clutter, he cleaned the room, removing all the posters from the walls and tidying up the bed. The bedding was neatly folded, and the entire room became clean and tidy.

Sanzaki Yusuke nodded in satisfaction; he had a slight case of OCD and couldn't stand messiness.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Big brother, it's time to eat!"

A girl's voice came from outside the door.

That was his sister, Sanzaki Ai.

"Okay, I'll be right down!"

He tidied up his appearance, put on a clean set of clothes, and, after making sure everything was perfect, took a deep breath and opened the door.

In the dining room on the first floor, a woman in an apron was busy in the kitchen, and a girl of about seven or eight years old was helping, carrying various ingredients. Seeing Sanzaki Yusuke, the girl smiled.

Her eyes were bright and lively, her face as cute as an apple, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders, and her chubby cheeks still had a hint of blush, making her incredibly adorable. That was his sister, Sanzaki Ai.

"Good morning, big brother."

"Good morning, Ai, Mom."

Sanzaki Yusuke pushed a chair and sat down. The woman, who was busy, turned around. Her long black hair was tied back with a hair tie and a hair clip, and she had a gentle and kind face. Her age added a certain charm, and she was the original body's mother, Sanzaki Miharu.

"Yusuke, just a moment, the food will be ready soon."

Yusuke nodded and sat at the table, still reviewing the original body's memories.

The original body's father was Sanzaki Kazuya, an ordinary Japanese police officer, and his mother, Sanzaki Miharu, was an ordinary housewife. They had one son and one daughter, living a simple and happy life, though the daughter, Sanzaki Ai, was adopted.

Ai was originally the daughter of Kazuya's good friend and colleague, Nagase Kenta. However, the Nagase family met with an accident, and both parents died in a car crash, leaving only their only daughter. Kazuya decided to take her in.

Although she wasn't their biological child, Ai was very well-behaved and won the hearts of her parents. Even Sanzaki Yusuke doted on her, and she was the family's little joy, even more beloved than a biological daughter.

Soon, Miharu had all the breakfast ready.

The breakfast consisted of a bowl of rice, grilled salmon, a bowl of miso soup, and some stuffed cucumbers, simple and typical of a Japanese breakfast.

The portions were small, but the dishes were arranged neatly, giving a sense of refinement and ceremony.

"Let's eat."

Mother and sister clasped their hands together, and Sanzaki Yusuke, feeling a bit awkward, followed suit. The family ate quietly, without speaking.

Sanzaki Yusuke finished his rice in a few bites, the portion being a bit small.

"Would you like more rice?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

Miharu took the bowl and served him another bowl of rice.

Looking at the table, there wasn't much food left.

"Are there any more cucumbers?"

"Can I have some more?"

In the end, Sanzaki Yusuke ate two large bowls of rice, and the table was completely cleaned.

Seeing Sanzaki Yusuke put down his bowl, Miharu smiled in satisfaction and asked, "Yusuke, school starts in a couple of days. Have you finished preparing?"