Inheritance (1)

Feeling the bruises that were on my body I couldn't help but wonder if this was what my life was going to be like until the day I died. 

My name is Ethan Vein and I'm an orphan. 

My parents died in a car crash leaving me in the care of my relatives. However, they never wanted to take care of me so they barely fed me and locked me up in a closet. The school itself was no better, there I was beaten up for being a loser. 

But the main reason though was that I couldn't fight back. 

I was fat and could barely defend myself thus becoming an easy target. The only thing I had going were my grades however, It would have been fine if I had only been mistreated by those guys at school and the teachers…

Yesterday I was visited by a lawyer as my relatives were out spending my money. Turns out I had a grandfather who died and left me everything which was a shocker. However, that same day my relatives kicked me out cause they spent all of my parents' money that was for me. I had refused to give them my money from my job so my relatives kicked me out of the house. 

Literally. Like physically kicked.

But I thankfully remembered that my grandfather had left me stuff which included a house. I was going to move there anyway however, my plans had to move forward much quicker than expected. 

However, as I was making my way to the address I had met my bullies from school. 

"Hey look it's the Fatass," 

Even though I tried to be unnoticed they still found me. I then tried to run but couldn't as they grabbed my backpack which had my clothes and stuff. 

"Oof," I hit the floor hard causing me pain which was followed by a beating. 

"Know your place, you shitty fat-ass!!"

"Gah!"

I was beaten and kicked many times. I could barely breathe, and since I didn't have any money the beating was pretty harsh. 

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" 

"Shit run!" 

After that shout the rain of kicks stopped allowing me to breathe. Slowly getting up from the ground I rubbed my arms which were hurting like hell.

"Hey, are you alright?" 

"Yes I'm fine thank you," 

With a sigh, I continued to walk until I found the house I was looking for. 

"This seems like the place," I muttered 

It was pretty much a regular house. Now I probably would've sold or rented the place however, I had nowhere to stay or really any other way to rent it due to my age. 

Making it to the entrance I tried to open the door however, I found that it was locked. Remembering the note I then stepped off the welcome mat and lifted it up. Sitting there was a key to the house. 

The lawyer who visited me did give me the key however, I wasn't able to grab it before my relatives kicked me out. But thankfully the note told me where the spare key was. Opening the door I entered the house and looked around. 

It was…nice but it was pretty dusty. 

"I'll clean it later," with that grumble I threw my backpack to the side and explored the house. II found some food in the kitchen and made a note to restock it. Making a note to restock I made my way upstairs where four nicely furnished bedrooms were. 

However, a frown appeared on my face "strange," 

As I walked around I had noticed one thing and that was the lack of pictures in the house. However, I then shrugged it off and made my way to the backyard where there was a deck and a pretty big shed. 

Opening the shed I expected to see some gardening tools but instead, I saw something strange. In the shed scattered on the floor were many objects that I could only describe as souvenirs. 

Looking around the place I then made my way to the back where a giant mirror stood. In the reflection was a fat youth with messy black hair. His face was covered with bruises and his eyes were covered by his bangs. 

That was me. 

As I kept staring at the reflection a flood of emotions filled me but one in particular. 

Rage. 

Why did I have to go through this?

What had I ever done to deserve this?

I was always well-behaved, I never started conflicts and I even helped people out so why?

My vision turned red as I punched the mirror. 

"WHY?" 

But when my fist hit the mirror it shattered but that wasn't all. The wall next to me opened causing me to be confused. 

"Huh, was the shed this large," tilting my head I looked at the door that was on the wall. 

"Hm," Putting my hand on the door knob I quickly opened it only for bright lights to cover my vision. Once I reopened my eyes again I saw that I seemed to be standing in something that looked like a cabin. 

There were windows allowing me to see outside, however, it seemed that I was surrounded by a giant forest with no fence in sight. 

"Huh?" looking behind me I saw the door still there but before I went back a weird blue thing appeared in front of me. 

—----------[Ethan Vein]—----------

Occupation: Warlock of Lust

Title: [Otherworlder], [Successor Of The Sage]

Level: 1

Magic: 1

Strength: 1

Defense: 1

Agility: 1

Intelligence: 1

Vitality: 1

BP: 0

Skills: [Appraisal] [Cloak of Desire] [Item Box]

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Opening my eyes wide at the status window I couldn't help but wonder if I was hallucinating or maybe dreaming. However, no matter how hard I pinched myself I didn't awake nor did the screen go away. 

Looking at the screen that seemed to be ripped straight out of a fantasy game a smile started to emerge on my face. But it quickly faded as I saw my class and skills. 

"What the hell are these?" 

Before I could comprehend what those things were I saw a letter on the table. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. 

In an instant, a bright glow enveloped me and a flood of information entered my head causing me a bit of pain. After the pounding headache faded away I was able to clearly organize the information in my head.

"Grandpa?" 

After processing everything I slumped to the floor. 

I then started from the beginning. 

"So he wasn't from this world huh?" 

The man known as my grandfather wasn't originally from this world. In fact he was from another world called 'Astra'. That world was where he was known as the great sage but that's what he called himself. Everyone else called him the perverted sage. That was because he had slept with many women all over the continent. 

However, he was then killed due to a failure in a certain ritual leading to his death. Or so he thought. 

Turns out the ritual worked and he was transported into this world. He was able find a way to harness magic and connect this world to the other world. Through it, he was able to make a spell that could create and convert money. 

"Which explains his wealth," I muttered 

However, turns out he got tired of living and gave all this stuff to one of his descendants. 

That being me. 

I just stood there shocked trying to process what I had just learned.

Soon after I took a deep breath before I shouted.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaa"

I screamed my lungs out in joy. 

This was it!

This could help change my life!