Transmigration

It was my happiest and most disappointing day at the same time.

Happiest because after 15 years of research and experiments I have finally cracked the key to unlocking the human potential through genetic engineering.

My name is Victor Von Francis by the way, a 52 year old scientist and a five time nominee for the Nobel prize for my contribution in genetic engineering. I am mostly famous for my alias as the 'Father of meta-humans'. As I have mentioned before, my new discovery will be the key to the future of mankind, be it survival or extinction, and it greatly excites me.

Well then to address the elephant in the room, this is my most disappointing day because it is the day that I died. Literally, poor health due to diet and lifestyle leads to an early death it seems, and the excitement must have been too much for my frail heart to handle. What a pity I didn't want to alter myself before I created the perfect vessel but alas... I was hoping, at the very least for truck kun to take me away.

'You lazy ass bumm truck kun... I want a system too or something. The feats I had done... Thankless jobs...'

'Talking about feats... dying a virgin at fifty two is an amazing feat in and on itself.'

Death is death, there's no floating in the dark sort of bullshit or light tunnels and internal rumblings as much as my case is concerned, there was just nothing there. When my consciousness returned and I once again opened my eyes to the world, it felt like I just opened my eyes from a deep sleep and voilà here I am, hanging upside-down in an unfamiliar room crying my guts out. No not really my guts, just my umbilical cord. Jeez! Someone cut it off, the bloody thing is like a bloody deformed hungarian sausage. Disgusting really.

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"Uwaaa... Aaaaa"

A cry echoed in the dead of night in a large luxurious room of the renaissance inspired design.

"Congratulations Lord Krum! It's a healthy baby boy."

The woman who was holding the crying baby spoke in Bulgarian, something that Victor as a multilingual person invested his time to learn in order to bring in support and fundings for his research and experiments.

As soon as she said that, a man as large as a bear came close, he had sharp brown eyes, army-cut brown hair, and a well trimmed facial hair. He was followed by two more people who are wearing military clothing.

'This I assume is my father. A soldier? I assume a high ranking one, considering some jar heads are following him.'

Victor thought to himself, wondering if his father is someone of a higher authority that can enable him to gain advantages in the future.

"Well master Krum, let's bring him to his mother to be fed and named shall we?"

'Krum...huh? Sounds really familiar. Like I've heard it somewhere before. Now where have I heard that from again???'

Its on the tip of his tongue yet he couldn't just quite get it. Like an itch at the back of his throat.

Soon, Victor was finally able to see his mother. She looked like an actress on a television show he used to watch. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes, lips that looked quite like that of Angelina Jolie, if you know what I mean, and almond shaped face.

His father took him from the woman who then bowed and moved to the side. The man sat on the bed side and placed Victor on the bosom of his mother.

"Olivia dear, what name would you like give our son?"

The voice of his father is soft and warm, unlike his fierce and strict vibe. Fierce men are truly helpless in front of their wife. Viktor clicked his baby tongue in disapproval taking a mental note to not emulate his new father.

"Viktor, he will be called Viktor Draconov Krum. He's going to be a great wizard, just like his mother and father."

'Wait what? Did she say Viktor fu****** Krum and wizard in the same sentence? Nonononono this couldn't be real. Hahahaha the Gods must have been asleep or something when processing my soul.'

'Harry fu****** Potter? The idiot boy? I hate that shitty plot armor relying bastard.'

"Waaaaaa..."

"Oooh. there, there, my baby, mommy loves you."

Olivia looked at her husband who looked to be bitter or helpless for some reason. It's quite understandable his mortal rival for the love of his wife just came out. Or not maybe he just had a lot in his plate.

"And Daddy as well. You take good care of yourself my love. I shall return."

The father spoke with a ruefull but resolute tone. He bent down touching Victor's face while giving a peck on the forehead of his beloved.

"Must you go dear? Those noble vampires are not going to be easy to deal with and you are working on small teams. Can't you ask the ministry to~"

She couldn't finish before she was cut off.

"Olivia. I'm really sorry darling but you know that I must do what I have to, I do it for you, my son, and our family. Just wait for me. I'll be back I promise."

The man bent down to kiss his wife's forehead one more time.

"Take care of that little tyke for me while I'm gone."

Olivia could only nod her head, tears are threatening to burst out from her eyes. Her husband didn't want to see that happen and walked out of the room followed by his jar heads.