as the clock struck midnight, the air on the movie set was thick with tension. Asher, a strikingly handsome young actor with tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, stormed off the set, his frustration palpable. He directed his ire at his assistant, Lily, whose gentle demeanor only seemed to heighten his anger. “Is this the coffee you got me? I’ve had Brussels sprouts that taste better than this!” he shouted, his voice echoing against the stark backdrop of the set.
“This is the coffee you got me?” he snapped, voice low but slicing, each word sharp enough to draw blood. “I've had Brussels sprouts that taste better than this sludge.”
The paper cup flew from his hand, a comet of rage. It struck the ground with a brittle crash, glass and lukewarm liquid exploding across the polished floor in a chaotic arc. The sound rang out—clear, like a bell tolling doom.
Crew members froze mid-motion. A boom mic wavered. A makeup artist’s brush halted midair. Everyone watched the drama unfold, the way people watch a car crash—horrified but unable to look away.
Lily flinched as shards danced past her feet. At that moment, she felt small, trembling like a porcelain doll too close to the edge of a shelf. Her legs gave out, and she fell to the floor.
“Seriously, Lily?”Asher’s voice rose now, each word spat like venom. “You thought I could drink this garbage?”
Her lips trembled. She took a step back. Tears rimmed her eyes like morning dew, refracting the harsh set lights. Then—
"That's enough," the director said, his voice stern and cold. "Asher, go back to your trailer."
With a reluctant huff, Asher turned, his jaw clenched in irritation, and trudged back to his trailer. As he walked away, he glanced back and saw the director gently helping Lily to her feet. A pang of guilt twisted in his stomach, but he quickly averted his gaze and stepped inside his trailer, slamming the door with a resonating thud that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet night.
Inside, the dim light of the trailer illuminated Asher’s furrowed brows as he flopped onto the bed, the fabric cool against his heated skin. He tossed some almonds into his mouth, his mind racing as he reflected on the tumult of emotions he had just unleashed. Deep down, he understood he had been too harsh on Lily. He regretted losing his temper but felt compelled to teach her a valuable lesson—to be wary of those who might take advantage of her kindness.
Yet, just as he popped another almond into his mouth, a sudden constriction gripped his throat. Panic surged through him as he struggled to breathe. He knew he was choking.
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Asher lurched toward the door, desperate for help, but halfway through his frantic stumble, his thought screamed with regret. So this is how I die... Pathetic. Like some sideshow joke—a circus monkey. If only I had trained harder, maybe then I’d have died a strong man.
Darkness closed in. Before he blacked out, he heard a voice say Race-chosen monkey beastmen, class chosen strongman skills include super strength and durability. Then he blacked out, collapsing onto the floor—a solitary figure swallowed by the silence of the trailer * reincarnation complete, now entering world. As current age 19. Welcome, Asher Jace Vexley, to the system.*
Asher started to open his eyes slowly, waking up from being in a daze. Then suddenly shot straight up into a siting position and and look around at the green lush field witha river beside it the field was full of flowers.
*This is definitely not the hospital* he looked around and tried to get up until he noticed something… “Wait, what the fuck is that?!.. a tail! And it is... connected to me?!” In his panic, he trips as he rushes the river and looks into the water, only to see a reflection that was not his but a humanoid monkey with golden blonde fur and golden eyes.
After a few minutes of panic, he heard a familiar voice in his head—the same voice he had heard before everything went black.
It sounded like a robotic feminine AI, and its words were clear as day: **Welcome to the world of Novbarist, asher Jace Vexley. Your request has been fulfilled. Why do you feel distressed?**
Asher blinked and then asked, “What request?” You have chosen the race of monkey beastmen. Your class, Chosen Strongman, grants you super strength and durability. However, your memory seems to be faulty. Be careful. We apologize in advance, but there is no way to add or change your reincarnation request.
After a brief moment of confusion, he realized what the voice meant. His dying thoughts had triggered his isekai—just like in the movies. “I didn’t ask for this! What do you mean it can’t be changed?” the robotic voice replied. Call me System, and brace yourself—humans are coming. asher turned to see a mob charging at him, armed with swords and pitchforks.
They appeared furious as they charged toward Asher, shouting and cursing, "Kill the cursed beastmen!" "They are a plague upon this world!" Asher froze for a moment.
Not in fear but in shock, this was all happening too quickly. Too fast, before asher could even respond, someone used some sort of ability to get to him in an instant, * Wait! How did she do that?!* panic starts to hit allover again as asher falls back barely able to dodge her attack before she attacks again, but now he has no time to dodge.
The sword splintered into fragments the moment it struck Asher, sending shards of metal scattering across the air. Both he and the woman exchanged a startled glance, their breaths suspended in the heavy silence that followed the shattering clang.
In that instant of distraction, Asher seized the chance to bolt, racing into the dense embrace of the forest, his feet pounding against the leaf-strewn ground. As he sprinted through the towering trees, he dared to look back, his heart racing as he realized he was being pursued. Just as panic surged within him, he collided with an unexpected barrier—something solid or perhaps someone, knocking him off balance and forcing a sudden halt to his flight.
