The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

-Denpasar, 17 September 2019-

It was Monday morning, and a young man stood at the bus terminal, waiting for the bus so he could get to school.

He was wearing a headset over his ears while his eyes focused on his phone screen; it seemed like he was reading a web novel.

His name was Desmond, heir to the number one mafia organization and currently in disguise. His 6'2 height towered over most people, and his bulky body intimidated them; no one dared to move towards him.

He was trying to live a normal life, including taking public transportation to school, making friends, and then going home, which was his plan until he felt something strange.

Narrowing his gaze, he noticed that everyone was avoiding eye contact while others clenched the bus pole.

Hmm?

Desmond felt someone staring at him, so his eyes began sweeping the crowd once more, then a young man in a hoodie jacket shouted from the crowd.

"Hello, it seems like you are looking for someone?"

Ignoring the mysterious young man's question, Desmond stopped looking and increased the phone's volume, trying to enjoy the climate. But he frowned when he saw that young man walking toward him. Clenching his fist, Desmond slowly gripped his pocket knife.

The mysterious young man arrived with a smile, "Hey, I saw you reading a web novel, and I'm excited to see someone else has the same hobby as me."

Desmond's brows knitted. Do I look like someone who wants to be friends? He thought, then glared into the mysterious young man's eyes.

A killer? Desmond thought and maintained his vigilant state.

"Hey, come on, no need to be so cold. We have the same hobby, right?" the mysterious young man kept asking Desmond; he looked like a curious bird that had just been born.

Desmond attempted to move but stopped when he felt the man's hand on his shoulders." Move," he said, glancing at the mysterious young man with a cold expression on his face.

"Relax, man, I just want to have more friends like you," the mysterious young shrugged his shoulders and withdrew his hand.

Desmond took a seat in the corner, staring at a few men who were giving him murderous looks. That must be the watchman, Desmond thought, ready to take out his pocket knife.

"Someone help me. They stole my bag!" a woman suddenly screamed, which caught everyone's attention. She was lying on the sidewalk in a W-shaped position while tears flowed down her cheek.

Desmond gazed at the incoming thief and discovered some people distancing themselves while others tried to run in the opposite direction. A bunch of cowards, but that's a wise decision, Desmond thought and glanced at the people who'd been giving him murderous intent.

Not part of their scheme? Desmond saw they looked confused, but one of them was still looking at him.

The atmosphere had become chaotic, but the mysterious young man who'd talked with him earlier tried stopping one of the thieves with his bare hands.

Desmond shifted his glance, amused," How naive."

The mysterious young man spread his arms, trying to block the thief, but the thief charged at him with all his power and lost his balance and fell. He held the thief on the ground while pressing his knees in the center of his back.

The other one panicked as he saw his partner lying on the ground in the man's hold. He looked around and saw that everyone was watching him in terror. He looked at Desmond and saw the relaxed attitude and then chose to run toward him.

"Hey, catch the other one!" The mysterious young man shouted while breathing heavily.

Desmond looked lazily at the thief as he held a knife in his hand, trying to threaten him. Hmmm, should I stab him? Desmond pondered, but then the bus he was waiting for arrived.

Ah, forget it, just let it pass, Desmond thought and moved his body to the side and let the thief pass.

The thief seemed surprised to learn that nobody was trying to block his way and increased his pace, but then he caught a glimpse of Desmond's phone.

While Desmond was reading, he attempted to scroll to the next chapter when he felt something strange. Lifting his head, he saw a pair of hands moving towards his cellphone.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, then he looked into his hand and realized his phone was missing.

His face started to turn red, and a vein appeared on his forehead; glancing behind, he caught a glimpse of the thief running with his phone.

OMG, are thieves this day so skilled, or am I dumb now? Desmond clearly remembered he was making great distance between him and the thief, but why the fuck did the thief not choose to run?!

Desmond sprinted off quickly, finally tailing behind the thief, but the thief was like a mouse playing hide and seek, guiding him to the wrong path, which almost got him hit by a car.

A few meters ahead, Desmond saw the thief disappear into an alleyway while taking a deep breath. As he followed the thief into the narrow alleyway, Desmond noticed the thief look back and smile. 

The thief climbed the nearest building using a trashcan as a stepping stone; he jumped up to the window and started climbing.

The thief continued to jump between the building windows, slowly approaching the rooftop.

Hah, it's just a small trick, Desmond thought and looked around, searching for a different way to climb.

Desmond saw a hanging rope, and he gripped the cord. Pulling out his pocket knife, he cut the affiliated rope. The string started ascending, making him fly upward to the roof.

Desmond arrived on the rooftop and noticed that the thief was still climbing. After a few minutes, the thief showed up and was surprised to see Desmond there.

At that moment, Desmond took out his pocket knife and threw it while aiming for the thief's heart.

The thief wanted to dodge, but he was too shocked to move, and the silver line stuck into his chest.

*swoosh*

Looking at his chest, the thief was dumbfounded and then fell forward.

"Whoops, I almost lost my precious phone, "Desmond said while taking his phone from the thief's hand. After that, he turned around. "Let's get back before the police arrive."

Bang!

Desmond heard the firing of a gun that made his ear hurt; at the same time, blood spurted from his mouth.

"What?" He asked, confused, and looking down, he discovered a bullet hole in his chest.

Turning around, he saw the thief holding a gun. "What the fuck is going o…, "but his words were cut off, and his body fell to the ground.

A question popped up and repeated in his mind, Did I just die like this? And how is the thief alive? Never on his mind crossed a thought a thief has carried a gun in this third world country.

He just wanted to enjoy how a normal person live  without status, prestige and burden. But who would know, the price was his life !

His luxury life was gone! His achievements and training so far became wasted, and his body died like a worthless dog in the street! 

For a moment, anger, shock, and regret filled his mind before slowly faded replaced by calmness and he began losing consciousness...

[%..Event-Triggered..%]

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[Receive Host Status…]

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Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 18 ( Former)

Trait: ?????

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