2 Acceptance..

"Looks like I'm in another world...."

Just after saying this, Zelman didn't know how, but lots of unfamiliar memories began to pour into his mind.

Memories that wasn't his suddenly intruded in his mind, as if a program that didn't belong to your computer was suddenly installed, this sudden situation almost making Zelman's brain crash.

Even if he didn't crash, it at least made his brain freeze up, as he bit by bit digested the information in his mind.

It felt very uncomfortable.

He felt as if there was a batch of memories that absolutely didn't belong to him in his brain.

The memories was about the real owner of his body named Malcolm. Zelman learned that the owner of his new body doesn't have any family since he was a child... He was alone his whole life.. he doesn't have a wife or anything and all he had was this small house. Apparently, this guy died of stress because the months of demons is near.

Malcolm's memories had completely merged with his own, also letting Zelman fully understand that he had really transmigrated, and also the most common transmigration of the soul to seize a body.

"So, I have transmigrated into this dude's body... He's so unlucky.."

He would be an idiot if he didn't know about transmigration. Zelman loved to read novels, so he knew what transmigration is. He just hadn't thought that he would actually transmigrate himself, and moreover into the body of such a poor guy.

Zelman was stunned when he discovered how he got this body. he didn't expect that the real owner would be so unlucky to die of stress.

Moreover, he could figure out from Malcolm's memories that this world was constantly attack by demons once the snow began to fall in the Border town.

In this world, strength represented hope for survival.

A long time of living as an assassin and love on novels, a long time of imagination, as well as Malcolm's memories, made Zelman quite accepting of transmigration.

He was equally somewhat expectant, this was really just a change in scenery. Only one thing made him unhappy, one was that there were no computers here, so he couldn't go online. this was even more painful than death.

How can he read his novels from now on?.

Zelman didn't discover that he had actually already assimilated Malcolm's memories. The reason he wasn't flustered was because he had always prepare himself to any situation that can happen.

As an assassin, he need to adapt on any thing happening because one wrong move and it will cost him his life.

Looking at his current situation, Zelman was only unhappy that this world have no computers.

But Zelman also clearly understood that, even if those things were unpleasant, he was here now and had nothing better to say, since he had come, he'd be comfortable. therefore he will live a new life here.

Thinking of this, Zelman couldn't help heaving a long sigh, as if something in his heart had come loose.

It was really no wonder he could accept Malcolm's identity so easily because he also had no family in his last life.

He didn't have any friends either.

He couldn't afford to have one because he was an assassin.

One might say he had no concerns for Earth.

Being here now was just a change of scenery, nothing extraordinary, and he can also start a new life here, there wasn't anything bad.

When he realized this, he let out a carefree smile.

Just at this moment, a voice echoed in his mind...