1 How it all began
Let me ask you a question. How do you think people transmigrate? Is it the legendary truck-kun? A scientific experiment gone wrong? A deal with a useless goddess? Wake up and boom! You're in somebody else's body in another world?
Wrong
Actually, let me correct that. To transmigrate someone, you would usually need to "break open a path" in the dimension of the World the person you wish to transmigrate is in while also keeping a "path" to the world you wish to transmigrate them to.
Sound easy? No, I thought not. How do I know this? Because I've done it duh! But that's for later.
Don't get me wrong, truck-kun and the other methods are still very much viable, just that it would take a huge amount of luck, and that you are more likely to end up somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Anyway, I also begin my story with a transmigration. No no, it is not because of the cliche. I just had no choice in the matter....
What's that? Someone forcefully kidnapped me from my World? Of course not! *cough cough* Moving on.....
This is how it all began.....
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My name is Aviticus. Why is my name weird? Because my mother is a book-lover and my father loves video games. My dad used this name as for most of his characters, and my mother liked it. Thus, my name.
I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia at the age of 7. Why? Because apparently, "normal people" don't see a floating box with big bold words saying "YOU HAVE NOT MET THE REQUIREMENTS" in front of them.
So after being forcefully dragged to the doctor's office, a lot of medicines, and a verdict that I would be useless, my life was normal. Normal for me, I guess.
I took the medicines, went to Special Ed, and all was fine. Until people started thinking that I faked it from attention. People in question being my parents. So I stopped taking the medicines. I was then 10 years old.
After 4 more years of enjoying being by my lonesome, it happened.
I was in my room, lying on my bed, surfing the internet on my phone, like every other bored teenager. And then...
{REQUIREMENTS HAVE BEEN MET}
The box made a comeback.
{PREPARING EXTRACTION}
Extraction? Extract what?
{CREATING MARK}
What mark? Whose making a mark?
{APPLYING MARK}
Wha....AAAAAARRGGHHHHHH!!!
Indescribable pain
{EXTRACTION COMPLETE}
Then I blanked out.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else...
"Oh, that was sooner than I expected."
"No matter, time to get to work"
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I... everything is dark..... I hear....I hear muffled voices. Where am I?
Why is everything dark?
I'm trying to see, but I cannot.
Ah, I can't open my eyes.
I must open my eyes. I try, it is not enough.
I don't know where I am. I keep trying.
I finally do manage to open them.
Everything is so red... So sleepy.
So sleeeepyyy.
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I am being pushed.
Actually, it's more like something pulsing around me.
So many of these voices... I can't make out what they're saying.
I'm still being pushed.
I can't breathe. I'm suffocating.
I keep trying to move forward, somewhere, anywhere.
Ahh, something's giving.
The voices seem to have gotten louder.
Doesn't matter, I still can't breathe.
Can't see very well either, so I double my efforts. My body seems so frail though. I can barely muster any strength.
I'm almost out. I can see light. I reach for it and...
I'm grabbed by something.
HHHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK IIIIIITTTTTT'S CCCCCCOOOOOLLLDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna pass out. Help me... I can't breathe.
Something stings too much...
The pain is too sharp, I start crying. The action forces air into my lungs.
The air is cold. My lungs sting.
I cry louder. All I feel is pain...and I cannot go back to the bliss of sleep
