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CHAPTER 1

BEGINNING'

A boy of about 16 years old walked down from a car while wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was in tatters.

His short, 4inch hair was styled with each strand following Brownian's theory of motion of gases.

Simply put he looked like a mad person.

But was he mad?

'Welp, is this seriously the end? A prince is about to be labeled as a madman, people'

"Go inside." The man that just got down spoke while keeping a close eye on me.

He was wearing baggy clothes that couldn't hide the bulge in his stomach, he was also medium height, making him walk stumpily.

His face had a few wrinkles and he was balding at the middle of his head. His only redeeming qualities were his thick black eyebrows and his natural dark-eyeliner eyes that made him look like a villain.

I didn't dare to tell him to his face he was ugly tho, the bruise on my lip was all the warning I liked to get

I'd very much like to run away from this man and this place, too bad my hands were tied.

Looking down, my hands were tied into a bundle with hemp rope, the worst type of rope! My sensitive skin would have rashes for days.

Anyways, I obediently followed his instructions and walked into the place that 'might' be my new home from now on.

'Let's hope not' I thought as I walked and he followed while keeping me under close scrutiny.

The building was a two storey one with lots of open space around it. And it was in this open space that I saw a bunch of people in white clothes and unkempt hair doing erratic things while being watched by guards with whips!

The sign said Mental hospital but we all knew no real mental healing happened here.

This was targeting, political targeting, the news people will hear of this.

Once I crossed the frontage and made it in. We walked directly upstairs and came to the waiting room with chairs where we met the male secretary and a man who sported the same protruding belly as this man whom I will now call dark Uncle, except he wore his under a business suit.

Is he the manager?

"Ah, manager manager" Dark Uncle greeted and they shook hands. Not the professional handshake, like the 'I'm a cultist' handshake between bros. So he's close with the Manager. Okay

Dark Uncle left me with the other man?' who also does the work of a clerk.

Before they went into the office together I saw the both of them clearly exchanging pleasantries! I could see them getting all 'good days' on me, the door was open!

According to my automatic conspiracy theory generator[…] [….You don enter am!]

'Hehe, I'm in trouble' And just where was Light Uncle when you need him. I thought distressedly

The story of how we got here is long so I'll just mention a few keywords you may find familiar.

Nigerian prince. Parents were royalty. Parents are dead. Orphan. Raised by uncle. Uncle always busy. Uncle fights for my ascension because he and old king are tight. Uncle's brother, also my uncle, evil. Wants the throne for himself. Battles Uncle for it(legal). Uncle has more power. I'm safe.

But it should be around here that the story diverges a bit.

I was a bit of a pampered kid, a bit of truthfulness and a dash of of internet awareness. Boom, a troll was born.

I was on the internet since we started doing computer classes in school.

I was OK. Just a few thousand Twitter followers!

So anyways, I was alone in my dark room, as usual, and must have fallen for the wrong link. My account was hacked, my information leaked about a week ago. Just when my uncle dropped an impromptu "You get Coronated as Igwe on your 16th birthday. But today was my sixteenth birthday so clearly things are not going according to plan.

I was kidnapped, by this obese uncle, made to wear some 'trendy' wears that make me look like the people downstairs and soon I would really become one of them if I stayed here for too long. But I wasn't worried. I had one last card to play.

Right then I heard the sound of ringing from inside the office.

D.U picked up his ringing phone and answered it.

It turned out to be Light Uncle, he sounded distressed over the phone, D.U was confidently making remarks the whole time before cutting the call short.

'Welp'

But that wasn't the card I was hoping on.

I first looked towards the office through the hall and saw the both of them still laughing through the open door. And the 'warden' just sat there doing some paper work, everywhere was calm.

As if on cue, a swirling green portal like the type often seen in movies appeared right at the door.

It looked pitch black on the inside with green edges and white dots that resembled stars some occasionally streaking past, disappearing past the edges.

The magic portal pulsed excitedly, as if attracting me invitingly

See you suckers. This daddy will be going to another life to broaden his horizons, no regrets!

'Yes!' It may seem like I was doing nothing but I was waiting right for this moment. I had a dream yesterday night that I went to another world through a portal and met different aliens, was super strong and had…friends?

Anyways I woke up with a bittersweet feeling as if I'd lost something important. The entire time I was here I'd been waiting, 'waiting to transmigrate', a novel by PoisonDragon1255.

'This guy doesn't seem to be able to see the portal'

Anyways, I feel like my stay here isn't going to be any good so I'll be leaving now.

In a flash the ropes binding my hands were already on the floor

I directly stood up and leisurely acted as if stretching. The guy doing paperwork only briefly glanced my way before going back to his work.

I was going to stealthily walk over to the portal before peeping inside to see if it was safe on the other side but I saw Dark Uncle walking over my way with 'pot-bellied friend'. If I didn't rush it I might be intercepted. I panicked and ran with all my might towards it"

I was already there so I relaxedly turned back and grinned at him "Eat the throne" I didn't need or even want it. Who cares about having people worship you!

I'd much rather transmigrate into a Parallel world and have a ghost girlfriend or whatever happened last night?.

After saying that j jumped directly without anymore hesitation, who knew if he could follow me? I'd die!

Before I knew it my body floating through the air(?) and moving weightlessly.

The feeling was like my body was being sucked into something at very high speeds, opening my eyes everything I saw was a blur.

I saw flashes of different colors including green, yellow and blue all rushing past me in dots until all the colors formed streams of light in the empty space, probably because of the speed?

'Is this space?'

The speed increased another notch. My body started to feel like it being stretched. My eyesight went black but I could only feel that my existence was still there, not if I was moving or still had a body to move.

Then I could see again, except I wish I couldn't see. I 'looked down' to see my body being flattened, steamrolled, straightened and squeeze dried as I moved past the empty space.

But little did the ignorant boy know that around him were three gigantic hands of varying sizes and colors fighting behind him with the largest one (green) reaching out for him and getting stopped midway by the smaller one(black) and the smallest one(white ) just inches from his rapidly moving body.

Every time the green one moved to grab him entire reaches of the colorful dots exploded in an artistic manner across the space. It was only barely stopped by both black and white working together, each time his body twisting one way before being restored back to normal by the white hand.

The same process repeated over and over till some of the other colorful stuff started to be mixed in and the entire body started glowing green.

Maybe the hands noticed what was happening, the all stopped and left the human boy to continue on his journey