"But now I realize, what were the odds of something that good happening to me? If I'm going to transmigrate, fine, but at least give me a System or a ring with an old geezer inside, anything that could tell me what to do next!" He looked at his own miserable face in the mirror. It didn't look at all like the face of someone starting a new life in another world and heading for the pinnacle of life.
"This is my story. I'm giving it to you. Maybe one day, it can help you."
"Your life isn't as bad as you think. Your journey has only just begun, and you haven't decided which way to go. Hardship and pain are inevitable. Our paths are different, so I can't point you in the right direction." For the first time, a trace of emotion appeared on that face, calm as an ancient well. He smiled faintly, as if looking at another version of himself, one who was sad.
"You have to search for your direction. Find it, and the future will appear. Your story will begin, and your stars will light up!" His figure gradually blurred, and his voice grew fainter.
The walls around them began to crack. The starry sky beyond them slowly lost its color, and the figure in the mirror began to split apart. Just before waking, he heard the other him from the dream speak one final sentence.
"You are not alone..."
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