1 Prologue.

In the dead of night small critters could be heard cricketing and moving about all the while the wind joined the swaying trees, serene as a still lake, the scene was abruptly stopped by a high pitched scream of a young boy.

A three story Mansion could be seen beyond the now still trees and silent critters, approaching the Mansion the source of the scream could be seen as a young boy was trashing inside a bed while holding onto his head.

Weirdly enough, no one came to aid the young boy, as if he was left to his devices, while still clutching his head the boy managed to get off the bed and stagger towards the general direction of the window, seemingly the moonlight attracting him as it was the only source of light.

There was clear struggle as he was trembling all over while trying to reach the handle of the window, with his last push of power he managed to latch onto the small handle and twist it enough as to open one side, he fell back as a serene and refreshing air caught his face, he didnt seem to mind the fall as it might have even helped the immense headache he was experiencing.

The boy while still in pain showed a brittle smile and finally succumbed to the torture, falling unconscious.

The morning was climbing slowly through the sky, its rays reaching far and wide, creeping above some mountains the light managed to get past a lush leaves of the trees right onto the boy's face.

"Urghhh, darn It, i feel like my head has been hit by two beer bottles and then got thrown inside a trashcan before being thrown down a cliff." The young boy was mumbling while trying to open his eyes which were watery, the boy was rubbing his eyes hoping to get rid of the blurry vision, after a few minutes of just sitting on his back and rubbing his eyes he sat up on his bottom and started looking around groggily.

"Somehow, this is and isn't my room, also should stop talking to myself as well, after research on the web i found out its because of my lack in social skills." The boy was talking to no one about an issue of his while also forgetting to examine the room.

Seeing no imminent danger to his wellbeing the boy sighed and tried recollecting the memories from yesterday, with great effort he managed to remember a few things.

"Darn it, Void_Noob98 killed me in pvp, and i also lost most of my gold !!" Clearly frustrated the boy began trashing on the floor while half crying and half munching on his shirt trying to calm his nerves.

Huffing and puffing he decided to stop and sit back up onto his bottom, after a while he realized a big issue, this is clearly not his room, but for some reason it felt really familiar.

"So, this is clearly what most adolescent teens with weird 8th grader symptoms always wanted to experience, the legendary Isekai experience, well this isn't funny anymore, i wanna go back and beat up Void_Noob98, but alas, guess stuck here." Realizing that whining and crying wont result in anything he looked out of the window at the shinning light passing through the thick foliage of the trees, basking in the light he began falling into a near serene state of acceptance before he could fully embrace nirvana he heard a small knock on the door.

The person was clearly in a rush since he just barged in afterwards and stood in front of the boy who seemingly gave off hippy vibes.

Clearly after a few seconds the vibes changed from peace to anger and annoyance, how could someone just barge into his room without asking for permission, thought the boy, but seeing who it was his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets, thankfully he managed to exhibit a small amount of control over his emotions and didn't piss his pants seeing the intolerable guest.

"Young Master Rodin, your father is expecting you to be ready for breakfast within an hour, ill be here for assistance, so don't be afraid to ask for my help." with a raspy yet deep and somehow approachable voice, the old butler left the room the same way he entered, not even the click of the door could be heard as the boy was left baffled and in shock.

"Fuck." it was the most common and used curse the Boy could recall, with it came the most meaning as well, since not only the word but the face of the young boy told us everything about his current feelings.

"I'm fucked, definitely fucked." The boy couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time because of his luck.

"Ha~ Hahah~" leaning back his hands almost slipped since they were covered by cold sweat which somehow appeared in the exchange that occurred between him and the Butler, he couldn't help but continue his manic laughter while staring out the window.