Transmigrated into a new world

As Ezekiel gradually acclimatized to his new reality, a sudden realization dawned upon him - the theory he had crafted the day he felt the switch from the darkness to this place that resembled his past life was true.

He had been reincarnated as himself once again, yet he was completely unaware of the reason behind this strange occurrence.

Initially, Ezekiel chose not to dwell on this bizarre phenomenon. He was too occupied adapting to his juvenile body, which he found to be an irksome task.

Being a child was an entirely new experience, and he struggled with his lack of agency and independence.

He felt utterly useless, incapable of gathering information or even doing something about his predicament.

His thoughts were dominated by memories of his early childhood, where he was forced to rely on his parents for everything, from being breastfed to having his diapers changed.

The experience was undoubtedly embarrassing for him, as he was overly self-conscious about it.

Ezekiel couldn't help but reminisce about the times when he was subjected to the harsh punishments of his parents.

The memories of his parents whipping him whenever he soiled his diapers filled him with shame and embarrassment.

Such experiences had left an indelible mark on his psyche, and he struggled to cope with the emotional trauma that stemmed from them.

In his new body, Ezekiel felt like a prisoner in his own skin. The lack of autonomy was stifling, and he yearned to be an adult once again, where he could be in control of his life.

Nonetheless, he was determined to make the most out of his present situation, and he knew he had to find a way to overcome his infantile constraints.

As time passed, Ezekiel slowly began to piece together the enigmatic puzzle that was his existence.

Despite his young age, he was able to detect subtle differences in his parents' appearances.

They both looked considerably younger than he remembered from his brother's funeral.

Ezekiel's mother, Jasmine, was still the epitome of elegance. Her glossy brown hair, which she dyed herself, framed her face perfectly.

Though she was of average height and weight, her careful attention to diet and exercise ensured that she always maintained a pristine appearance.

As a specialist doctor, Jasmine exuded a sense of professionalism and discipline that was unwavering, even in her daily interactions with her family.

She took great care to cultivate an image that was pleasing to the eyes of those around her, never letting anyone see the more vulnerable, less polished facets of her character.

Ezekiel's father, Stewart, was taller than his wife, with a commanding presence and piercing blue eyes that Ezekiel had inherited from him.

With dark hair and fair skin, Stewart was a striking figure, and Ezekiel couldn't help but feel like a miniature copy of him.

Despite his youth, Ezekiel was already developing a keen sense of curiosity. Whenever his parents would hold him and take him for walks around the neighborhood, he would eagerly take in his surroundings, trying to gain a better understanding of the world around him.

However, it wasn't until a year had passed that Ezekiel stumbled upon a discovery that would change everything.

One day, while playing with the toys his parents had set out for him, Ezekiel suddenly felt a surge of heat in his palm.

At first, he thought it was normal, as he didn't feel any pain or discomfort. But when he looked down and saw the plastic car he had been playing with melting in his hand, he recoiled in shock, his world suddenly thrown off balance.

The incident left him feeling disoriented and unsure of what was happening to him. Ezekiel knew that he had to uncover the truth behind his strange abilities and the mysterious circumstances of his reincarnation.

Ezekiel fell to the ground in a sudden, unexpected crash, and the impact left a painful, swollen bruise on his forehead.

Tears streamed down his face as he cried out in agony, and his mother, alerted by his screams, rushed to his side. Scooping him up into her arms, she held him tightly, pressing tender kisses to his forehead in an attempt to ease his pain.

But as Ezekiel up into her worried face, he could sense that something was amiss. There was a look of terror in her eyes, a sense of unease that seemed to permeate the air around them.

And in the days that followed, his parents' arguments only served to confirm his suspicions.

Their arguments were loud and unsettling, filled with incomprehensible talk of "supremacy" and "threats." Ezekiel struggled to make sense of it all, but the pieces of the puzzle just wouldn't fit together.

He couldn't understand why his parents were so anxious and fearful, why they seemed to be constantly on edge.

One day, he overheard his father saying something that sent shivers down his spine. "We have to do something about it," his father muttered, his voice low and urgent.

"He is showing early signs of supremacy. The toy that melted a few days ago is not just a random event. It is a sign, and it will only get worse over the years. He is a threat."

Ezekiel had always thought of his father as a strong and capable man, but in that moment, he realized that something was deeply wrong.

His parents were afraid of him, afraid of what he might become. And try as they might to deny it, he knew that something was not right with him, that he was somehow different from other children.

His mother tried to reassure him, to downplay his father's fears, but Ezekiel could see the fear in her eyes, the worry etched into her face.

He wanted to tell her that everything was okay, that he was just a normal kid like everyone else.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing inside him, something powerful and dangerous.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Ezekiel couldn't help but feel that he was somehow disconnected from this world, that he didn't quite belong.

Something was calling to him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. But as he looked around at the world around him, at the melting cars and the endless arguments, he knew that he was in for a wild ride.

As Ezekiel grew up, he never forgot the incident that occurred when he was just a child.

His parents had been so relieved to learn that it was a random, isolated event, but Ezekiel couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than that.

He couldn't stop thinking about his little brother and what had led him to that dark place.

Months passed, and Ezekiel began to feel like something was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the world he was living in seemed to be changing.

And then, one day, he got his answer: he had been reincarnated and transmigrated into a new world.

This world was similar to Earth in many ways, but it was also vastly different.

Magic was real, and it played a fundamental role in society. People here were magic users, and they relied on their powers in much the same way that people on Earth relied on technology.