My Rebirth Is A Bit Wrong

Earth, France, year 2025 AD, in an apartment in the Paris region…

In a dark room, you can just see a figure, he was illuminated by the glow of his computer screen, yawning and attracting itself.

"Haaa,I finally finished coding this work, after 2 months of intense work more than 15 hours of code per day, I finally got to the end of this thing without exceeding the deadline set by the chef." while a smile is drawn on his face.

That person is Toby, our protagonist.

After a few more clicks and hits on the keyboard, he finally gets up to go turn on the light. Not even a few seconds later, a scream sounded in the apartment.

"The cow, I knew I should never have put a mirror here. Who made me love living in a small apartment to have to clean less and pay not too much to be not far from a supermarket." as he touches his beard while pulling a smirk and nodding his head to look like a genius.

At the same time in the mirror we can observe our hero; 1 m 70, 70 kilos not too big, but not too thin either, long hair that exceeds the earlobe that is fatter than frying oil, a beard almost as long as his hair, glasses with tiles so dirty that they are more effective than sunglasses and the dark circles behind the latter they are blacker than the black produced by an OLED TV but all these are flaws that go hand in hand with the life of a computer developer during crunch time.

The shape of his head is not ugly, he has a smooth skin, and we can hardly tell his age if we disregard his beard. Compared to many cronies, he is lucky to still have hair on his scalp.

As he admired his genius thoughts about his lifestyle, he raised his arm and sniffed the underside of it and then a vague whisper was heard coming out of his lips "I think I can wake up a dead man" as he walked to the bathroom.

1,000 words are omitted here for the next scene. Our protagonist is quite modest, so he locked the door, so it is impossible to have a more detailed description of his non-muscular body. But we can still hear some suspicious noise at regular intervals that overlaps with the sound of the water…

After getting out of the bathroom, Toby had complemented change the beard trim to 6 mm, the hair has become silky again, the glasses are so clean that he has trouble knowing if he is currently wearing them and the smell has become that of hot chocolate thanks to his super limited edition shower gel.

As he walks towards a closet where he stores his pasta, opening it he discovered a void on the shelves, indeed they are emptier than his belly.

In a daze he walked to his bed which served as his sofa and he contemplated his apartment with a dreary look for more than half an hour, even if there was nothing to contemplate except a desk where his computer is located, the modem to have internet on the left of the screen, a ċhėst of drawers to store his belongings, a closet for storing pasta, but which is empty, a cabinet with a microwave and an oven, a sink and a door to the bathroom with a mirror on it and the French window hide behind an opaque black curtain that allows only a tiny light to pass through.

Our protagonist this meta a slap on the cheeks with each hand then said with an enthusiastic air "Go, pull yourself together the supermarket is not even 3 minutes walk from here" on this he got up to the dresser, which is not even 2 meters from him, opened it and takes the first shorts he found then put them on in 2 or 3 movements.

No need to mention that he has already put on a clean t-shirt and undėrwėȧr that were drying in the bathroom at the time of his shower.

While sliding his wallet and ŀȧptop into the pocket, he walked to the door from where the key was inserted into the lock.

After closing his door, went down the stairs, because there is no elevator in his building. He opened the door that gives access to the street and then who did it the sunlight and the heat hits him hard.

While the light dazzles him for a moment, he manages to put his hand in the cap position to make a little shade, but the heat shows how much living in the city is a nightmare in summer, 45 ° Celsius and not a single draft.

Under this scorching heat Toby who has not seen the outside for 2 months was taken aback, he still can't understand why people love summer so much and sunbathe on the beach, you sweat, and you can't sleep at night if you don't have an air conditioner or barricade all the air intakes.

With this question in mind, he began his expedition to buy back a stock of pasta.