The Assassin King Reincarnated in a Weak Student

Chapter 004

Not far from his bed, two women stood facing each other. Their appearance was simple, ordinary clothes that looked worn from long use, hair tied up without much care. They looked like most women one might meet at a market or a bus stop.

However, the exhaustion on one of their faces was unmistakable.

That woman, the mother of this body’s original owner, had fine lines that were too deep for her age. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen, as if she had cried too often over the past few days.

The woman beside her, who was likely her sister, looked calmer, though the dark circles under her eyes showed that she, too, lacked sleep.

Kieran watched them in silence for a few seconds. His chest felt tight, not from physical pain, but from feelings he could not ignore.

“Mom…”

His voice was hoarse, soft, almost like a breath. He could not hold back the sadness in his heart, after all, he had lost his original mother. And now he was calling someone “Mom.” Someone who could indeed be said to be his mother.

Hearing the call, the conversation between the two women stopped. Both turned at the same time.

His mother’s eyes widened. For a moment, she simply stood frozen, as if unsure of what she had just heard.

“Kieran?” Her voice trembled. She stepped closer, hesitant, as if afraid that if she moved too fast, the moment would disappear.

Kieran blinked slowly, trying to maintain his consciousness.

“Mom…” he repeated, a little clearer though still weak.

The woman immediately covered her mouth with her hand. The tears she had been holding back finally fell uncontrollably. She moved to the side of the bed, grasping her son’s hand with both of hers.

“Thank God… thank God…” she said repeatedly between sobs.

There were no long sentences, only relief too great to contain.

Meanwhile, his more rational aunt recovered from her shock first.

“I’ll call the doctor,” she said quickly, then hurried out of the room.

A few minutes later, a doctor entered with a nurse. His expression was professional at first, but when he saw Kieran awake and fully conscious, his face changed.

“He’s awake?” he asked, clearly not expecting it.

His mother could only nod quickly, still holding Kieran’s hand.

The doctor stepped closer, checking his pupils with a small flashlight, examining his pulse, blood pressure, and bodily responses. The longer he examined him, the deeper the crease on his forehead, not from worry, but from confusion.

“His condition was previously very critical. His internal injuries were quite severe. Even for the follow-up surgery, the survival rate was low,” he muttered softly, as if speaking to himself.

He glanced at the monitor beside the bed, then looked back at Kieran. 

The nurse who was recording the results also looked surprised.

“This is… far better than expected,” the doctor continued, now speaking more clearly. “Very good, even.”

His mother looked at the doctor with hope still mixed with fear.

“So… he will recover, Doctor?”

The doctor nodded slowly.

“If his condition continues like this, the chances of recovery are very high. We still need to observe him, but for now… this is an extraordinary development.”

Kieran heard calmly. He knew this was not mere coincidence, but he said nothing. He only stared at the ceiling for a moment, then shifted his gaze back to the woman who was still gripping his hand tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.

In his heart, he repeated his vow in silence.

He would live well. He would change the fate of this body. And he would never again let that woman cry because of him.

Throughout his life, he had always longed for his mother’s affection, and now, it seemed God had blessed him by giving him this second chance. He would make good use of it.

The doctor looked at Kieran’s mother with a more serious expression, though his tone remained calm.

“Ma’am, could you come with me to the doctor’s office for a moment? There are a few things about Kieran’s condition that I need to explain in more detail.”

The woman’s face immediately tensed. Her hand, which had been holding Kieran’s, tightened slightly.

“I’ll just be a moment, okay?” she said gently, lowering herself so her face was level with Kieran’s. Her voice was still hoarse, but this time she tried to steady it. 

“Rest well. Don’t move too much. Mom is here, not going anywhere.”

She gently stroked Kieran’s hair, a simple touch that felt warm. Then she turned to the woman beside her.

“Please watch over him for a moment,” she said to her sister.

Her aunt nodded.

After that, his mother left with the doctor and nurse.

The door closed slowly and the room fell silent again, but Kieran’s thoughts were not truly in that room. 

The image of this body’s mother, her face looking older than it should, red eyes from lack of sleep, and a body forced to keep working, kept replaying in his mind.

Money.

The problem always came back to that one word.

Hospital bills, medications, and many other expenses. The days ahead would not be cheap. Even if he recovered, this family’s life would still be on the edge of a cliff.

Kieran took a slow breath.

In his previous life, money was a tool. Something he could obtain with bloodstained hands and without many moral choices. But here, he had no network, no power, and even this body was still weak.

For the first time since waking up, he truly thought about the future. How could he make money quickly, safely, and in a substantial amount?

As if answering his anxiety, a voice he already recognized echoed in his mind.

[Host’s mental condition detected as stable.]

[As initial compensation for transmigration and to support the Host’s survival, the system grants one privilege.]

[Privilege obtained: Personal Spatial Space.]

Kieran held his breath.

Spatial space.

The term was not unfamiliar to him, though he had more often encountered it in fictional stories or speculative technological reports.

[Initial specification: Capacity of 5 cubic meters.]

There was no visual display. However, Kieran could “feel” its presence, a vacant space isolated from the outside world.

Five cubic meters. Not large, but not small either.

In his trained mind, that size immediately converted into possibilities, it’s enough to store several large boxes, equipment, even items that should be difficult to carry or conceal.

For a beginner level… this was more than enough.

[Limitation: The space can only store inanimate objects. Cannot store living beings.]

[Time inside the space is static. An additional advantage is that the space can increase an item’s value by 2 times.]

[The privilege can be developed according to the Host’s progress.]

The voice stopped. Kieran remained silent, staring blankly ahead, but his mind moved rapidly.

An invisible storage space, undetectable, not bound by normal physical laws. Most importantly, it could increase the value of an item.

That was not merely convenience, it was capital.

He slowly clenched his hand beneath the blanket.

Very well. If this world pressed him down with poverty, then he would look for its loophole.