You mistook me for the chosen one

[Author's Note:

This is just a prologue. It's somewhat of a boring part of the story.

It mostly stresses how the MC feels.

If you consider this an info dump, which it is, please kindly skip it.

But if you decide to read, I advise you to read to the end.

After all, some of us don't want to know how our MC feels and why he is feeling that way.

Please also note that this book has nothing to do with reincarnation in case you start considering that a possibility.

Also, it has a normal setting, but technology has become well-advanced, and martial arts have gained the whole world's recognition.

Enjoy.]

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BEGINNING OF PROLOGUE

It was daytime, but his room was dark.

In the middle of the neatly arranged room was a boy who was lying down on his bed facing the white ceiling.

•••••••••••Gideon's POV•••••••••••

*There lives a boy, seventeen years of age who has no memory of his family background or of the fifteen years of his life.

That boy is "Me".

My name's Gideon Promise and like I said earlier, I'm seventeen years old.

Indeed, I don't recall anything that happened for the past fifteen years of my life.

I'll explain, so you would have a lead in your guessing.

Gideon is not my real name.

I don't know what my real name is.

I just gave myself Gideon after seeing the name imprinted on a necklace that I was wearing when I woke up.

As for the "promise" that serves as my surname, it just popped into my head at an urgent time.

So literally, I'm living with a fake identity.

Two years ago, when I was fifteen, I woke up in this luxurious apartment but somehow I couldn't remember anything including my name.

The only knowledge I seem to retain is my knowledge; as in the languages, skills, and general educational knowledge.

I had no memory regarding my personal information.

It was a funny feeling, I felt empty inside like I was living in a shell that was for another person.

Everything around me felt unfamiliar, the environment, the people, It's as if I was just born that moment, with some educational knowledge and skills, as a headstart.

I hated this feeling so much, it felt as if there was a hole in my brain, and I was forgetting something really important.

It feels as if there's a missing piece of the puzzle that was intentionally hidden from me.

And anytime I tried recollecting, I ended up getting dizzy after which a strong headache followed.

To get rid of this feeling, I had to adapt, and the first step to adapting is information.

I need to study more about the present situation and human biology in general, so I might as well get strong during the process.

Power doesn't solely depend on physical strength.

A person with strength, knowledge, information, a calm personality, good judgment from analyzing the situation, calculation, and a good reputation is the embodiment of power.

So I started to look for any information I could get, no matter how tiny it was.

I know you must be wondering how I know my age right?

Well, when I woke up, I saw a note on the nearest table saying

|•You're fifteen years of age•|

And later I found about five money-filled cases under my bed.

Weird right?

The situation has given me some things I could work with.

Although there are countless possibilities of what happened to me, I'll only be listing the most likely-to-be-the-case idea.

First is that anyone who did this to me must be filthy rich.

Second of all, either I have amnesia or my memory was forcefully hijacked, which is possible with modern technology.

Thirdly is; they need me alive, there's a possibility of me being a threat to them, and if that were the case, simply taking me out of the picture would have done it.

But I was left to live, in a good and comfortable environment.

The only thing it cost me was my memory which leads us to the fourth idea; which is that:

There's a possibility that I come from a very well-recognized family and my position in that family matters, that if I were to be harmed physically, the culprits would also be a victim of the consequences.

I won't lie, if that's the case then, this is just the perfect plan, since they are not hurting me physically.

Therefore no evidence can be held against them.

Oh,

Are you thinking; "What about your lost memory?"

Nah, anybody can fake that they have lost memory, there's no way to prove that it's true and even if there is, there are accidents that lead to loss of memory.

There's no sure way to identify the culprit from just a memory lost, it's not solid enough evidence

And lastly, whoever did this to me needs me to be aware of my age.

That doesn't mean we can rule out the possibility of the information regarding my age being false.

After that, I spent more than a year, observing, studying human beings, and acquiring skills.

Due to the highly advanced technology, it wasn't such a difficult task, I even enjoyed studying biology.

Oh, I also did study about other animals when I got too addicted to biology.

During that time, I learned that humanity is a race that is yet to be fully understood.

This is because each individual varies in their character, some are kind and selfless, while some would do anything to get what they want.

Humanity is the balance of good and evil, ok Maybe there's more evil than good.

I also got to learn about human talents. Every human being is born with a unique and peculiar talent.

But twenty-five percent of human, at the time of my research, has yet to understand what exactly their talent is.

Then fifty percent already know what their talent is but are not able to hone it due to many cases which include, poverty, illiteracy, laziness, doubt, and fear of failure.

While twenty percent are people who have refined their talents and are what we call "superstars" or "celebrities".

Note: Some of these people are not even talented in the field they are popular for, they are just people who honed their skills to the highest possible level they could, and they made use of the opportunities they had, no matter how small they seemed.

And the remaining five percent?

Those are people who managed to get their skills to the peak.

Why are they so small? You ask.

It's because to get to the top you have to take risks, and some of those risks end up being life-or-death situations.

And sometimes you'll have to leave everything else behind to get to the bigger part, it's a gamble.

It's all about change and adaptation.

I'm not talking about a situation where you have to hurt someone to get to the top, I'm talking about a situation of putting yourself in a life-or-death situation and that's what humanity is afraid of the most.

"Death"

Fear of death coupled with fear of change is the main cap blocking humans from reaching the peak, and only a handful get there ignoring those feelings.

I mean, why do you have to be afraid of the inevitable?

I understand, because this fear is not our choice, it's how we're made and to erase it is almost impossible.

That's why it was only a few that could make it to the top

I understand that to be stronger I have to overcome that instinctive fear, the fear of death.

It's built in a human body, that's why anytime you sense danger your instincts tell you to run immediately.

It was hard but I did get rid of that bottleneck, and now my growth is limitless.

It wasn't easy though, but I think my curiosity for the afterlife helped.

Also, I don't have anything emotions whatsoever bonding me to Earth, I think that's also a reason

Now watch me live my life.

A life devoid of fear,

"The Fear of Death"