CHAPTER 2: killian ONSEN

The Onsen family was a wealthy and influential clan with deep roots in the world of finance, technology, and philanthropy. Aristotle Onsen, the patriarch of the family, was a brilliant entrepreneur and investor who had built his fortune from scratch. He was known for his shrewd business acumen, innovative approach to problem-solving, and unwavering commitment to his family and community.

Aristotle's wife, Maria Stark Onsen, was a kind and gentle soul who had dedicated her life to raising their children and supporting her husband's philanthropic endeavors. Together, they had built a happy and loving home, filled with laughter, joy, and adventure.

Tragically, the Onsen family's life was cut short when they embarked on a private jet flight to attend a family vacation during World War II. The plane crashed in mid-air, killing everyone on board, including Aristotle, their children, and other family members. Maria Stark Onsen was the only surviving member of the family, left to pick up the pieces and raise their only surviving son.

John, now in the body of that same son, Killian, knew this because he had received the memories of the body he had transmigrated into. Killian bent down on his knees, starting to cry. Floods of tears he had been holding back for 19 years flowed freely, but for some reason, the pain he wanted to release was not the same as he thought it would be. The memories he had just gained confused him, and for a short time, he didn't feel like John; he felt like he was truly Killian. Then, a crazy question came up in his mind: was he truly John transmigrated as Killian, or was he Killian who had just gained the memories of John? This question clouded his mind, but it didn't stop his emotions. However, he seemed to be forgetting them, and even though he remembered his mother from his previous life, the only face he could think about was Maria. For some reason, thinking about her as his real mother felt real.

Standing up from his crouching stance, Killian turned around to the nearby mirror close to his bed to look at his body. He was young and fresh; what was most visible were his striking pure white eyes. They were so white they looked like they were blind, but unlike blind eyes, his felt different, as though they could pierce the soul. His curly white hair was another notable feature. Killian had never seen this in his previous life; this was unreal and unsettling. But what was more unreal was the world he was transmigrated into; he was in the world of Marvel. How did he know this? Well, simply because a few months ago, Captain America had just been anointed missing, and the world was already at the end of WW2. But even this didn't make Killian shiver; what made him truly shiver was the fact that he had transmigrated into the body of a mutant.

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