Fated Transmigration

Sometimes, dying is the best option.

Ever since I was born, I was blessed with a wonderful family—loving, kind, and supportive. I had many great friends, including a childhood friend who became my first crush.

When I turned fifteen, I awakened my ability—a rare gift at such a young age. Not only that, but I was considered blessed, a gifted child.

Everything in my life was perfect—no, it went beyond perfection. It was the kind of life anyone would envy.

I had close friends, a caring family, top grades, and my childhood friend, who was now my girlfriend. I never asked for any of it, yet it felt as though the gods insisted on giving me this extraordinary life.

Or so I thought.

By the time I was eighteen, I was one of the strongest young people at the academy. My ability made everything—in terms of power easy to me. I was known worldwide as a prodigy.

Then, without warning, I vanished.

News of my disappearance shocked everyone. People searched relentlessly, hoping for even the slightest trace of me. My family, friends, and supporters poured their hearts into finding me. But their efforts led nowhere.

It warmed me to know how hard they tried to find me, but…

I had been kidnapped by a dangerous, unknown organization. My hands were shackled behind my back with high-tech cuffs I'd never seen before, and I was forced to kneel in a dark room. Under a harsh overhead light, five more lights suddenly flared to life, revealing five figures standing before me. Despite the brightness, shadows obscured their faces, their presence oppressive. I felt small under their gazes—those piercing stares sent shivers down my spine and filled my heart with dread. They were powerful beyond comprehension.

One of them, standing at the center, spoke in a deep voice, offering me a choice. And though he claimed it was a choice, it was anything but fair: either I joined them and followed their orders, or I watched my loved ones die. Friends who brought me laughter, a family who gave me a home, and a girlfriend who made my heart race. I couldn't let any harm come to them. They had given me so much happiness; it was only fair to repay them, even if it meant never seeing them again. All our happy memories will always stay with me forever.

Three months went by, and people finally stopped searching. Some pronounced me dead, but my family and friends still clung to hope, refusing to believe I was gone.

Then, world-shaking news broke: a prominent billionaire was found dead in his bed, his throat slashed, his eyes wide with terror. Blood had splattered across the pristine sheets in a ghastly scene.

Nobody knew who the murderer was. The hidden camera in the room had been disabled, cutting out just before the attack. No fingerprints were left behind; the murderer was clearly an expert—possibly more than that.

But.

That murderer was me.

For three months, I'd been confined in a white, prison-like room. I followed their orders, undergoing brutal training and learning things the academy never taught me. It was in those months that I finally learned the true identity of the people who had taken me. I was shattered to realize they were figures I had once admired—our country's elite protectors, the strongest warriors who served to safeguard the nation and its leaders.

I felt betrayed.

Eventually, they revealed the purpose of all this training. They were grooming me to be an assassin, to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their true leader—the one who orchestrated my kidnapping. I'd never seen his face; he kept himself hidden, giving orders from afar.

Weeks passed, and four influential figures were dead at the hands of this "deadly assassin." Fear rippled through the world, especially among those in power, all wondering if they were next.

Killing innocent people tore me apart. Hearing their screams, their pleas for mercy, haunted me. I'd sometimes think, "Maybe I should just kill myself and end it." Part of me agreed, but another part feared dying alone. I didn't want to leave this world or the people I loved.

I didn't want to be alone.

And i have no choice.

The killings continued.

***

Two years later, at twenty years old, I had become heartless.

Taking innocent lives no longer affected me the same way. Their cries no longer shook me; I felt no guilt.

The kind, respectful person I once was had vanished. I had become cold.

Deep down, a small part of me still despised my actions, but what choice did I have? I was doing this to protect the people who had given me happiness. As long as they were safe, that was all I needed.

But that hope didn't last.

After countless missions, my time as an assassin finally ended.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, without warning, they turned on me. A deadly blow was aimed at me, but I dodged and fled. I escaped from my prison and raced home, pursued by a group of cloaked figures.

When I finally arrived, I found my home in ruins.

My father lay dead on the floor, a bloody sword piercing his heart.

My little sister, her left arms cut off, but the blood didn't stop flooding, her face was hardly recognizable from the beating she endured.

My mother, her clothes torn apart and she was being choked by a muscular man with a sinister grin as he violated her.

Blood covered the walls, the floor, and the murderer's twisted, lustful expression.

Frozen in place, I struggled to comprehend the scene before me.

My mother, gathering every ounce of strength, turned her head and forced a faint smile as she looked at me. In a hoarse, trembling voice, she spoke.

"I… knew… you weren't… dead… You've… grown so—"

A sickening snap echoed through the room and the source of the sound was clear where it came from.

In that instant, something broke within me.

My blood boiled as I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails cut into my palms, making them bleed. My vision blurred with red as rage consumed me.

***

Few minutes later, the room was silent.

The middle-aged man and his followers lay torn apart, their bodies nothing but broken pieces, like puppets severed from their strings.

Covered in their blood, i fell to my knees and i let out a scream of agony.

End of Chapter.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Random_Crow here. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story! I know it might not be everyone's style, and that's okay—I'm learning as I go. English is my first language, and this is my first book writing, so please go easy on me! I'll be uploading more chapters, so stay tuned for updates. And please support me in the future. :)