After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
Satria walked into the living room, observing the pristine condition of the house.
"Not bad. Must be a rich family," he muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the vast empty space. "But honestly, what a waste. This whole mansion for one person? What were they thinking, leaving this kid alone here?"
The loneliness of the house gnawed at him, the vastness amplifying the silence.
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He sighed and began exploring. Checking every corner, he examined the bedrooms, the guest rooms, the bathrooms, the garden, and even the storage room. Everything was in perfect order, a clear sign of wealth but lacking the warmth of a lived-in home.
"All good," he said. "Now let's see how much cash I've got."
Satria pulled out his phone and logged into the bank app. A quick check showed a balance of 124,000¥.
"Let's convert this... Wait, what?! 14 million rupiahs?!" He stared in disbelief. "When I was this kid's age, my mom barely gave me 15-20 thousand a day for pocket money!"
Shaking his head, he made his way to the kitchen.
•
In the kitchen, Satria opened the fridge to inspect its contents.
"Let's see what we've got-" His voice cut off as the door swung open.
Inside were two eggs on the verge of rotting, a carbonated drink that turned out to be beer, and some frozen food nearing expiration.
"What the hell? What are this kid's parents thinking? They send money but can't even make sure there's decent food?!"
He checked the cabinets. Dusty cookware, a few instant ramen cups, and not a single grain of salt or sugar to be found.
"Wow... This kid doesn't even cook. He's surviving on microwaved garbage."
Satria groaned. "At least they send money, I guess. Let's see what else this place has to offer."
•
Back in the study, Satria began flipping through photo albums.
The family looked picture-perfect: a father, a high-ranking businessman; a mother... Who know? Their photos were like something out of a corporate magazine or a fantasy story. But something felt off.
As he flipped through the pages, he noticed a pattern. The family photos stopped when the boy was in elementary school. From then on, nothing.
"Yup. Something's definitely wrong with this family," Satria murmured, his unease growing.
A notification popped up on the boy's smartphone.
[I have business in Korea. Take care of yourself. I'll send your pocket money soon and don't call me unnecessarily]
