CH 0 Prologue-Life, Death and Transmigration

My name is Rudra Jokaen and My interest in living a normal life ended the day I ridiculously lost my parents. The incident plagues my nightmares on most days and every time I wake up screaming why?

We were having dinner in a 5-star hotel when suddenly a bunch of thugs broke in to assassinate a person, who was a mafia boss undercover, having dinner with one of the local celebrities. In a completely coincidental occurrence, their table was diagonally next to ours.

Before I could even understand what was going on, the thugs simultaneously fired at the mafia boss and killed him. But in the process, some of the bullets also ended up impacting the people near the mafia boss, namely the celebrity and my parents. Before I could process why my mother was lying on the table with her head on the dinner plate, the thugs were caught and tied up by the hotel security.

I spent the next few days in shock as I was taken care of by some authorities who processed my background and next of kin. Since I had no next of kin, I was assigned to a government facility for taking care of orphans that have gone through traumatic experiences.

For the next six months, I was under therapy and my parent's assets were seized and liquified. The money was then put under a trust fund in my name to be completely taken over by me when I came of age.

When I finally came to terms with it, I realized that I had lost my interests and goals in life. So, after thinking for a long time, I decided to work hard to live life in whatever way that pleases me. With the mentality shift I underwent, my lifestyle became reckless.

I studied hard to the point that the caretakers at the facility would often have to force me to rest and eat. We kid at the facility had our private school, though not anything highly posh. I studied everything I could get my hands on. As I grew up, I even started taking good care of my body, making myself proficient in all kinds of games and physical education activities taught at the school.

By the time I was 18, I was a handsome young man with a highly fit body. I had great proficiency in most of my learned subjects, including all three sciences, and had advanced knowledge of business and cyber technology. Since I was 18, I was given complete control of my trust fund. Immediately I turned my attention to the stock market.

With careful analysis I had done for the past 5 years, I started investing small amounts in various stocks. Slowly over 2 years, I invested more and more until I started earning a lot through my investments. Soon through my good business sense and analytical prowess, I was able to make enough that I would be able to live comfortably my whole life even if I don't earn a single dollar more.

At this point, I put my initial goals in practice. Since I had no particular dreams of my own, I started to live my life for thrills and passions. I dabbled and participated in a lot of adventure sports such as racing, rafting, bungee jumping, mountaineering, skydiving, etc.

I also joined in whatever form of body training that interested me, whether it be certain sports like archery or marksmanship or whether it be various martial arts training.

At the age of 26, I was famous amongst various high-class communities as a rich handsome man with a pen chance for reckless thrills. I was often pursued by various ladies whenever I visited high-class establishments or night clubs, but I always kept it to the point of harmless fun. I never made any promises or hurt anyone; I always kept my intentions clear from the start that I was not the one for any commitments.

I knew that I was a broken guy on the inside no matter how charming and suave I appear on the outside. On the inside, I was still that 10-year-old wondering why his mommy was laying down on the table with her head on her dinner table with her eyes freakishly opened wide and looking at him without blinking. As such I never wanted to get involved with anyone that would be interested in me permanently, as that would only end up hurting the girl in question.

However, that all went south in a certain incident when I was 28. After one of the usual visits to one of the night clubs I frequented, I was approached by a girl called Amara. Soon we got comfortable enough to chat freely, which led her to tell me that she was actually someone not of the country and had come here for research on a certain extinct animal which was said to have been spotted recently in our country.

It was soon apparent to both of us that we were both interested in each other more than just casual chatting so I decided to be truthful about my stance and told her about my feelings. I didn't want her to be illusioned that I was looking for anything long term. She too agreed with a charming giggle that she was also here only to have fun while she is in this country.

Soon in the night, we were both wrapped up around each other, releasing our passions in her hotel room. Just as we finished and were basking in the afterglow, our room was broken into by a hulking man with a Semi-Automatic pistol, that had a silencer on it, in his hand.

Without giving me a chance to gather my wits, that man shot at my shoulder and thigh. Through years of my training in martial arts, I might have dodged if it was just me. But with Amara's naked body being wrapped around mine, I was only able to dodge the bullet aimed at my shoulder while the one aimed for thigh hit my hip bone.

Pained flared through my senses like fire as I realized that I might have permanently lost the function of one of my legs. While glaring at the naked bodies of Amara and me, as she still kept clutching me in her fear, the shooter came and crouched a certain distance away from us.

Before I could even say a word, a cold wrathful voice emerged from him that finally made me realize why this was happening. Amara had been very promiscuous ever since her arrival in the country. This man had been her most recent bed partner before me and had fallen hard for her before proposing to her.

Amara had agreed to him at the time but had soon disappeared in the few days that followed, along with the diamond ring and sports car he gifted her as her fiancé. He had finally tracked her down and found her in her hotel room with me. Due to this, I realized that he had misunderstood that Amara had left him because of me.

Understanding the whole story, I wanted to clarify my position to him. But the minute I opened my mouth, the man shot at my chest. Due to the short distance, the bullet was on the mark and completely tunneled through me.

Blood drained out of me like water from a broken pipe. Amid Amara's screams, as she was dragged by the man to the bed, I could only lie down while my limbs swiftly grew numb and my senses weakened.

With another muffled noise, Amara's voice abruptly stopped as the man left the room immediately without looking back. I saw him take the mobiles, purse, and wallets, maybe trying to make it look like a robbery from point of view of the police.

With Amara dead, I knew that I would be soon gone from this world too. I imagined what would happen to my money and assets. Since I had not made any will, maybe it would just be seized by the bank or government.

Honestly, at this point, I realized I never cared for my wealth. My entire life just had been one big elaborate adventure designed by me to fool my mind. I wanted that 10-year-old boy to look normal in the eyes of the world so I had done everything I could to make it so.

But now as I lay bleeding to my death, I realized I had been emptying ever since that incident, just filling my life with experiences to patch up the broken me. Maybe death would be the final relief from this nuisance of life, I thought as I closed my eyes for the final time and my heart stilled its futile efforts to keep me alive.

[Transfer complete. World Origin Potential Transfer Ritual no. 6845952 successful with 0.0005% energy loss. Resultant souls transmigrated due to energy loss: 5]