Well...this is complicated

*Gasp!*

"Haaa...Haaa...haaa..." I gasped and jerked up from where I was sleeping, as if I had just woken up from a bad dream; it was anything but that.

I was feeling kinda thrilled cause I got reincarnated, transmigrated, whatever floats your boat, and I was abit dazed.

I took a moment to look around my 'new' room and I could instantly tell that I was a bad boy, again.

There was an ashtray on top of a small drawer near the bed, a lot of cigarette butts and ashes lay about. I guess habits die hard, Lol.

I looked around a bit more and I could see images of a man, wearing a tight spandex, glued to the wall. Not only that, the image was scratched a bit too much for concern.

I guess somebody hates All Might.

Moving on, there was a skateboard leaning on a large drawer, and the drawer itself was opened. There were a couple of clothes ranging from jumpers to sweaters, bomber jackets, cotton jeans, white jocker pants along with two black ones, and three T-shirts of the same brand.

I could also see Converse, Air Jordan and a black and white sneaker as well.

Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.

I approve of your taste!

*Ahem!*

That aside, I picked up the phone that was laying near my pillow and checked. The motherfucker had a password, but luckily, he also added fingerprint and facial recognition.

There's nothing much I wanted to do with the phone. I searched up the contact numbers to jog my memories. I would've dived into internet if I had wifi or mobile data.

But I didn't...I'm broke even here...but wait, how do I know that? Oh well...

Anyway! I could recognize most of the contact numbers, but those I didn't, maybe the original owner didn't recognize them either.

*Knock!* *Knock!*

As I was jogging my memory, a knock to the door broke my concentration and I put my phone down.

"Who is it?" I said, perhaps it's my family in this life. Not that I would ever see them that way, I just can't replace sensei and mom.

"It's me, dipshit. Breakfast is ready, get down now or I'll kick your fucking ass." Notified the presumably twin brother of the previous owner.

Now I remember, he is my twin brother. I can't seem to remember what happened that caused him to be hostile, but I can feel it definitely wasn't my fault.

"Coming in a sec, nerd." Nonetheless, I replied to him. Kindly.

"Tch...I told you not to call me that, you wannna eat my fist again, huh? Peh, just come quickly. I'm hungry."

'Ha, guess he wasn't happy about my comment!' I thought to myself.

Right now, there were three memories of three different people in my head. But I'm not worried, it's not like I would have existential crisis, cause my consciousness is the oldest, therefore it will prevail.

Killua may be strong, but I've also been trained mentally my whole life. If we were of the same age, I don't think I could suppress his influence.

But I'm older, heh! And by a long shot at that!

Then, I began to process everything in my head. I started with mine, remember everything I could from childhood to adulthood. That is me.

I began to observe the memories of a certain silver-haired kid born of an assassin family, trained before birth in all kinds of crazy stuff, and even more crazier stuff began from birth. It was quite the experience.

My body didn't have any visible change, which I guess is because it already changed before I woke up.

Killua's memories extended till he was 14 years old, and I could confidently say that I now have the same combat prowess and senses as Killua and more.

And then, the little memory I have of the previous owner of this body. Really, there wasn't anything much at all. Just some friends and a twin brother who apparently hates me to the bones.

I began to think deeper. And deeper. And I could see some memories, but not much.

My twin brother used to be docile...who would've thought, huh?! And now he's speaking to me in that tone, the nerve of this fucker!

*Huff~*

All things aside, there is one thing that stands out the most amongst all of his memories, and that is...

"Come down right now, Freed Zoldyck, or there will be consequences, young man!!"

That, right there; abusive and aggressive parents. Scratch that, they aren't even our real parents, but our distant relatives. I mean, aunt and uncle? I don't know. I believe they are after our inheritance judging by the little memories I have of them.

"Urgh..."

Fuck, my head hurts...okay, let's go step by step, there's no need to rush. I'm only 14 after all, I have all the time I need.

That said, I didn't find any need to change my clothes. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, I feel surprisingly...normal...but of course, the headache is still lingering.

Curious what I'm wearing? Nothing much, just a high neck, a shirt and a warm pants.

Right, it's December 21st, nearly christmas. Ey, great time to transmigrate if I do say so myself. I mean, who doesn't like christmas holidays, right?

'It's gonna be a great christmas, I can just feel it.'

Anyway, after a bit of thinking, I decided to head downstairs.

On the way down, I noticed that the house was quite luxurious. And decently huge. It's the kinda house that rich people live in, but it wasn't extravagant to be surprised about. You could say, it was even modest in a way.

'When I look around, I can feel a lingering sense of...melancholy. It feels like this place doesn't welcome me, like I don't belong here. Well, I suppose that's natural, hahahaa!'

Doesn't belong or not, it doesn't dampen my mood in the least. In fact, I'm feeling pretty good!

I mean, wouldn't you feel good too if you got another chance at life? It is, after all, a very rare thing.

'I feel very grateful for being given another chance. Well...I was living great as I was, but being young again is a nice feeling too, so I should just be grateful.'

Such thoughts filled my mind and before I knew it, I was downstairs. I didn't hesitate to reach for the kitchen and eat something.

'On my way, I could see servants. Oh, would you look at that, this life of mine is just getting better and better! We've got servants, what else should I flex, huh? Lol!'

Well, the moment I pushed open the door to the kitchen, I was greeted with eyes that quickly turned solemn. I could feel the grudge and contempt in the air.

'Whoa~ way to greet ya boi Freed, mom dad and lil bro~! Way to go~!'

I thought to myself, definitely wasn't sarcastic though, nope.