A Quiet Life Denied

His eyes flickered open.

An unfamiliar ceiling. A slow-spinning fan. Silence.

He stared at it for a few seconds before blinking. 'Where the hell am I?'

The last thing he remembered was… dying. Bleeding out. Peaceful, even. So, why was he—

[Quiet Life System Activated.]

A voice rang in his head. Calm, robotic… slightly annoyed?

[Gods took pity on you. Rolled a dice. Threw you into a random dying body. You're welcome.]

He sat up, rubbing his temples. His body felt… different. Stronger. Bigger. And the apartment around him? Spacious. Clean. Empty.

Then the system continued.

[You are in the world of Requiem of Two Worlds.]

His movements froze.

'Requiem of Two Worlds…'

A web novel he read in high school. A typical isekai power fantasy, but with a twist. The first half took place in a normal college setting, filled with drama, action, and a protagonist surrounded by girls. Then, halfway through the novel, the entire class was transported to another world. Swords, magic, monsters—the whole package.

His lips twitched. 'Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.'

[Nope.]

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. So, he was reincarnated into a harem novel? That was hilarious. 

Even In his past life, he had always been laid back about everything—nothing really got to him. Except revenge. The moment someone crossed the line, he wouldn't rest until he settled the score. It was the only thing that ever truly drove him.

But strangely… he wasn't freaking out. Shouldn't he be more surprised? More confused? Yet, all he felt was a mild, accepting amusement.

'Guess dying once already messes with your sense of reality,' he thought. 'Anything after that just feels like a weird dream.'

He swung his legs over the bed, glancing down at himself. Big hands. Strong arms. Long fingers. Not bad. Standing up, he spotted a mirror across the room and walked over.

The man staring back at him was insane.

6'3". Jacked. Eight-pack abs. Not just strong—he looked like a sculpted warrior straight out of history.

But the scars? Yeah, they were everywhere. Thick, deep, brutal. His arms, chest, even his hands had faint lines—like someone had tried to check out early, multiple times.

He ran a hand through his long, messy black hair, eyes scanning his own sharp, brooding features. Objectively handsome, but in a "might kill you" kind of way.

"So… what do you actually do?" he asked aloud.

[Provide guidance, predict danger, and ensure a peaceful life.]

"That's it? No crazy powers? No instant god mode?"

[You wish.]

He exhaled. "Alright. Who was this guy?"

[You have two options.]

[1. Full memory integration—everything he knew, you'll know. Every emotion, every experience, his entire life.] [2. Verbal summary—only the basics, no emotional baggage.]

He frowned. 'Any family? Friends?'

[His last family member—his father—died yesterday.]

Ah. So, alone. Just like him.

His decision came fast. "Verbal summary. Doesn't matter that much."

[Understood. Franz Kafka, 23. College student. Formerly helped his father in Russia's underworld. His father was a high-ranking Russian mafia boss who sent him here for college before his death. His mother died years ago. After his father's death, he returned to their old family house.]

That explained a lot. The body, the scars, the fact that he had so many enemies.

'Wait…' He raised an eyebrow. 'Do I have a lot of enemies?'

[None.]

He blinked. 'Huh?'

[Because they're all dead.]

He paused, processing that. Then, with perfect comedic timing, he muttered, "Damn."

He shook his head, exhaling slowly. 'Well, that's one less thing to worry about.'

His fingers curled into a fist, feeling the raw power in this new body. This wasn't bad.

"Alright," he muttered. "What's next?"

[Say 'Status'.]

"Status."

A sleek, minimalist screen appeared before him.

[Modern World Status]

Name: Franz Kafka

Age: 23

Height: 6'3"

Physique: Peak Human (Enhanced)

Condition: No Pain Perception (Medical Condition)

Combat Ability: Advanced (Firearms, Hand-to-Hand, Bladed Weapons)

Mental Fortitude: Extreme

Danger Awareness: Enhanced (System-Assisted)

System Assistance: Predictive Guidance for Safe & Peaceful Life

'Huh. Clean, simple, and actually kinda cool.'

But just as he was about to dismiss it, another prompt appeared.

[Otherworld Status Unlocked]

His breath hitched slightly.

'…So, I'm going too, huh?'

He wasn't just stuck in the normal half of the novel. He would be isekai'd alongside the main cast.

A new screen popped up, but unlike the first, this one was almost entirely obscured by question marks.

[Otherworld Status]

Name: Franz Kafka

Race: ???

Class: ???

Level: ???

Strength: ???

Agility: ???

Endurance: ???

Magic: ???

Abilities: ???

'Tch. Figures.'

It made sense. Until he actually entered the other world, his stats and abilities there would remain hidden. But it confirmed one thing—he wasn't escaping this storyline.

'At least I'm not some powerless extra.'

He closed the screen and stretched his arms. This was… fine. Unexpected, but fine. If this was his new life, he'd roll with it.

After all, death had already given him an ending once. Whatever happened now?

That was just a bonus.