(S1) In a different world

I am mad right now, however, I can't help but endure the verbal abuse my boss is spitting out at me. I know, I should hold my anger or I might accidentally rip off that mouth of that disgusting mouth of his.

"Be thankful, Alex, that I have enough patience of your bullsh*tness."

Please, don't give me that disappointed face. Well yeah, my name is Alex, and I don't have a problem with my parents giving me such a generic name.

Argh, this isn't how I wanted to stand out. Even though I gave my best, why did it have to turn out this way.

Now my teammates are giving me such hurting looks that could pierce through my bleeding heart. I'm not so low to deny that it wasn't my fault, though this is so uncool of me.

If only I could turn back time, I would've shouted many bad words to the Alex from two weeks ago. My fate decider has always been an unsupportive trash.

"This is all because of him."

"My hardships."

"Our supposedly money."

I ignored their remarks, and of course, I don't care about them. Anyways, that fatass boss finally left. Since the attention I get are mostly negative this time, I leaked my usual menacing aura so no one will bother me. When everything is clear, I packed up my belongings and left.

The road is full of carbon dioxide as always. I headed to the nearest convenience store and bought the newest flavor of the non tiring niishen cup noodles, spicy cream. I saw it on an ad and the curiousity of how it taste like got me.

"That will be twenty pesos."

"Thank you, I hope you'll find a job that is better than being a cashier only."

After that, I sat down, mesmerized the noodles, and ate with pleasure. Then for no reason, I stared at the cashier from earlier. Man, I want to be young again, if so, maybe I could've used those times to be popular. I'm already thirty five years old...well, I hope she doesn't think that I'm a creep or I might do something I can't stop.

"Hah, why do I really like noodles?"

I complained to myself. However, as I finished eating and stepped out, my life was unexpectedly taken by a truck rushing towards me. And my last thoughts was, what's so great about cup noodles.

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I woke up and rose like someone who had a nightmare, as I was greeted with a very great headache...or not, I don't feel any pain at all.

"What time is it..."

Oh wait, why does my voice seems different somehow...it sounds like it got deeper and manlier...ah right, I just got hit by a truck so I guess it affected my voice. But damn sh*t, that truck driver must be very dumb as f*ck.

"Heh, seems like I'm still lucky. A mere truck can't stop me, AHAHAHAHAHA!"

As I was just laughing, I heard a loud bang on the wall from the left side. Perhaps there's another room there, how rude...wait again, is this really a hospital? Why is the condition so poor? And who's clothes is this?

...or was it only a dream?

"Ok, I don't need to act confused."

I then walked around and checked my surroundings. From the looks of it, the room is so old fashioned, it reminds me of a typical room you can get in an inn of a fantasy world. I can't even spot a simple electric fan. Curiously, I saw a hand mirror on top of the table and grabbed it.

I stared at face that in seeing on the mirror for a few seconds without saying anything. How can I not be confused if what I see is not my face, but someone I'm very familiar with?

"Isn't this, Rorogan?"

Handsome guy with violet eyes and hair, wearing a black turtleneck, a grey cape, pants and shoes.

Yes, I can't be mistaken. He is definitely The 7th demon lord, Rorogan. The demon lord who's born as a human. The weakest demon lord out of the seven.

An early stage boss and a playable five star character from the game I've been playing for about a few months now, First primordial!