I've transmigrated b*tches, fear me

I was always an ambitious boy, hoping to become something big. I even made stupid, somewhat unrealistic lists like this

Learning objectives For the next 3 days.

[ ] Be prepared for the French-speaking exam in 3 days; do grammar and technical terms of 3rd chapter

[ ] Complete Economics 1 - 15 chapters minimum

[ ] Learn Math grade 9 and start grade 10 basic Math

[ ] Sciences chapter completion: Bio reproduction plants; Physics 1-4 minimum; Chemistry Ch. 1 to 4 as well.

[ ] English pg. 1 to pg. 75 minimum

[ ] Computer sciences chapter 1 - 3 by 17th as well as error detection and Verification and Validation.

Hoping that I could actually do something great in life. I knew that it wasn't enough for the results I wanted, but I felt suffocated to see that my efforts weren't enough. I studied and studied and studied with only a single goal in my mind. I ended up with average results. What was the use of working so hard to excel in something when guys who don't even put a quarter of my effort end up better than me at everything?

And in my obsession for fame power and money, I ended up resorting to guerill, a chemical brain enhancer. It helped in tests and increased comprehension and retaining skill by a solid 10 times at the cost of a damaged brain. But at this point, everything seemed vain and useless.

Why bother with the cost when you can achieve what you wished for. And so I did? I exercised my brain with the drug to the point where my brain could alter into the state without using the drug. I was able to use the power in business deals and quickly manage the trillion-dollar industry of technology in my hands.

It really was taxing though, with the high strain of the state and side effect of the drug, I was diagnosed with cancer. I left the world at the age of 22, a trillionaire without an heir. I achieved my objectives, yet I felt so empty, so hollow. It just hurts every time to think that the success I had was because of a drug and not my own ability.

And then a miracle happened.

My soul that was following a straight circle (Blursed), managed to escape the huge line and shuffled into one of the crystals of the trauma-inducing chandelier above, each glass piece showing another reality or dimension and I seemed to go into the crystal with black lightning and A old wand.

With the excitement of an unknown adventure, I shout out to the world 'I'm back b*tches

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