2 All Dead Already

[Soul Synchronization... 1%...2%...3%...]

A strange voice woke Prometheus up. English, with a peculiar accent. Maybe french? In any case, it was weirdly echoing all around the room.

'I might have left youtube on auto play again... Jesus, what kind of horrors will show up on my home this time'

Yawning loudly, and hoping that his youtube main page wouldn't be flooded by weird videos about the secrets behind Elvis's death or (more likely, listening to the accent of the voice resounding in the room) some podcasts in french, the young man tried to get up. He tried to put his hands on the bed, using his arms as a lever to pull himself up.

Left arm, ok. Right arm... '????'

"What the actual fuck?" a loud panicked scream surmounted the monotonous count of the french sounding voice in the background.

Prometheus lowered his gaze towards his right arm, trembling in shock when he realized that in the place where his arm was supposed to be, there was absolute nothing!

"Where's my arm?" asked himself the youth, almost as if the question could make the limb appear again from nothing.

He moved his gaze towards his shoulder, noticing the only thing that remained from his arm: a stump, wrapped in bloody yellow gauze.

"No... no,no,no!" He suddenly felt his whole world explode in pieces. How about his job? How about gaming? Playing the guitar?

[Soul Synchronization 100%]

A black screen appeared right in front of the dazzled youth, like in one of those sci-fi movies.

'What the hel..."

The french sounding voice started to read the lines that were appearing on the screen.

[Welcome to Matrix FYD003201, all functionality have been activated]

[Name: Prince Seven Illuria, Prometheus Flogos, Sif]

[Age: 17 (Biological), 44 (Total) ]

[Cultivation: None, Mortal]

[Strength: 0.3/1

- Moderate Wounds ( -0.2 Temporary)

- Lots of Arm ( -0.5 Permanent) ]]

[Velocity: 1

- Moderate Wounds ( -0.2 Temporary)]

[Intelligence: 2]

[Endurance: 1.3/2

- Moderate Wounds ( -0.2 Temporary)

- Lots of Arm ( -0.5 Permanent) ]

[Soul: 1]

[Totems: None]

[Skills: Archery (Intermediate), Guitar (Poor)]

[Techniques: None]

'??'

Prometheus looked around in shock, realizing that he wasn't in his bedroom. The walls were made of black wood and there weren't windows. The only piece of furniture was the bed he was in.

He tried to remember the last thing that happened before waking up in what seemed to be some sort of wooden cabin.

'Oh...'

The strange man with golden eyes, the black ball of energy entering his chest, and now him waking up in a totally foreigner place. Even a fool would understand what was happening.

'It happened again... this mean that this isn't my body...'

Prometheus moved his gaze towards his left arm: brown, scrawny and full of nasty scars. This definitely wasn't the body that he was using before.

Maybe a normal person would have needed some time to digest the fact that the body he was in wasn't the one he was born into, but for Prometheus that was almost a nonexistent problem. He had only two real problems: his missing arm and the fact that he wouldn't be able to see his family ever again.

Why he wasn't that interested about the fact that he seemingly transmigrated into a new body? Simply because this wasn't his first rodeo. He called himself Prometheus because he liked it, but his birth name was Seven Illiria, one of the many princes of the omonimous Illiria Kingdom. Can you guess which one?

Wrong.

He was the Sixth Prince. Yeah, his first parents could be considered quite peculiar, if not completely insane.

When he died, killed by his own brother, he transmigrated to another planet: Earth, waking up in posses of the body of two years old Prometheus.

Earth was a very different place from that he grew in. For starter, cultivation wasn't possible. The energy concentration was too low. Not that he cared anyway: even in Illusory Thunder, the planet he came from, he couldn't cultivate because of a genetic defect.

He also didn't care about being the third son of a poor family, in fact he preferred his life on Earth to that he had in the Illiria Kingdom. Nobody called him a cripple, his parents genuinely loved him, and his own brothers didn't try to murder him to get the girl that was creepily promised to him when he was only a child.

He had a family, something that he never quite experienced in his first life. And now, they were all gone forever.

'Mom, Dad...little brothers'

Prometheus eyes filled with tears, when he realizes that he would never again see those people that really loved him.

'Damn you, how dare you send me back without my consent you self centered prick?'

He sobbed, looking with watery eyes at the black screen that was showing what seemed to be some kind of character sheet. Only that the character in question was him.

'This is a System! Like those in novels and games...'

'Who's Sif?' thought Prometheus looking at the first line of the character sheet, containing the names he had in his first life and second life plus one he didn't recognize.

The exact moment he though that, the screen before him vanished and a new one appeared. The french voice, that now Prometheus could tell that definitely wasn't youtube, read the new messages out loud.

[Initializing Memory Sync? ]

[Yes/No]

After a moment of hesitation, Prometheus focused on the "yes". He gritted his teeth, preparing himself to the countless fleshes of information that would appear in his mind for hours.

However, nothing happened for a while and when the young man finally opened his eyes to see if he really had activated the option, he realized that the screen in front of him was now showing a long text.

'Oh, this also works'

The text in question was obviously the life of Sif, a young man son of a local hunter. His life was pretty boring, nothing particular happened until a bandit group razed his home, Mora Village, killing everyone who opposed them.

The bandit group was called Sons of Kaliah, and in their crazy assault they killed all Sif's family and heavily injured him. In the end Sif died from his wounds, even if the village elders tried to heal him with all that they got.

Prometheus eyes began to burn with fiery rage. He had lost his Earth family and now even his third life's family was gone? Vengeance! Retribution!

"Character Sheet" He called out, his face darkening.

As he imagined, the first screen that he saw appeared again. He studied the information on display, his eyes shining with a dangerous light. He didn't see anything that suggested that his body wasn't able to cultivate.

"Totem? What's that?"