prologue

"hmm, where am I? I could have sworn that I had died." I thought as I opened my eyes to a white ceiling above me. looking around I realised that I was in a hospital ward.

"so my suicide must have failed then, I wonder how I got here, and how am I still ok after that fall? " I thought as I go over the events that led up to my suicide.

I was just another average guy who like everyone else had dreams and aspirations. At a young age I was separated from my family and put into the foster care system. My sister who was three years older than me at the time was fed up with living in poverty so she had called the CPS on my grandparents. I lived with my grandparents because my mom at this point in life was still too young, she had given birth to my sister at an age that I really dont want to say. The fact is that at the time of my attempted suicide I was twenty and my mom was only fifteen years older than me so you do the math. Being old and from Asia my grandparents were oldfashioned, misbehaving lead to the belt.

In the beginning it was me and my sister moving from one family to the next, somewhere down the road we where separated. My sister had gotten the well off family that she had desired and I had ended up in a few group homes up and down the state of California. I cant remember exactly when but I did end up eventually back with my sister and that well off family and boy was this couple something. I'll tell you now the "child called it" had it easy.

life with this new family was a living hell. They had o th her kids but they weren't treated like me and my sister. My new foster mother would treat my sister like her personal indentured servant. my sister was forced to tend to her every whim, what ever it may be scraping her feet with pumice and lotion or massaging her back were the smaller examples.

when it came to me, I was her human sandbag, something to take out her frustration on. I was locked up in my room with no food to eat, I barely got to eat. if it wasnt for the fact that I had school on the week days I would have only got one meal a day.

During school I would sneak in to class and steal the other kids lunches and eat bits and pieces from them because I was so hungry. All I was given for lunch at school was one slice of bologna, a slice of singles craft cheese and two pieces of bread making up my one sandwich. During the weekdays that was all I got to eat for the day. Even when I returned home I did not get to eat as I was locked up in my room.

weekends I was so hungry that i would sneak out of my dungeon I called my room and steal food. I would try not to get caught, because if I ever got caught I would be beaten or punched in the gut so hard all of the air would leave my lungs. It was so painful I would cry and say out loud " mom I'm sorry, I'm sorry I will never do it again" but i would do it again because i had to live and to live was to eat. Some days during the winter I would be pulled outside and hosed down naked and left in the cold out there to freeze for awhile.

somewhere down the line I lost my privaledges to sleep on a bed with clothes, so I would lie on the cold hard ground naked in my room and wake up every half hour. The one thing that broke me the most and is the fact that the other three kids besides my sister wasnt treated as bad as me. Not even my sister was treated as bad as me. she also would get beatings but mine were the worst.

Eventually I built up the courage to speak to my social worker and tell her all that was happening, but when the social worker asked the other kids if what I was saying was true they would say that I was lying. Even my own sister betrayed me, the one person I still had as a eight year old had stabbed me in my heart. At that time I knew that she had developed Stockholm syndrome, of course I didnt know it was called that at the time, and I could not save her. One day I ran away from there and ended back up going from group home to group home and foster home to foster home.

You know what they say lightning doesnt just strike once. I eventually was taken away from one group home at a certain point of my life and once again I was abused and treated like the family servant. At least this one feed me three meals this time and I was able to go outside to play. I was pretty much the male version of Cinderella I did all the chores while thier biological kids had fun and watched tv. I never saw a single one of their biokids do a single chore ever. I was never part of thier family I would never truly be one of them so I sealed my heart away. I built up walls that will never be broken down. I built them so well that even up to the point I attempted my suicide they were still holding strong.

This would be my life as I grew older. Because of this I would end up regretting alot of the decisions I made when I was younger. running away from people who loved me and only wanted to give my a warm and comfortable place to live. somewhere down the road I got it into my head that only my biological mom would love me. Only with her could I feel safe and wanted.

when I was sixteen I eventually did find my biological mother. After some time as I got older I realized that I can ask for a lot more from my social worker. and at this point my social worker was not the same as the one who abandoned me to my fate of darkness. So I requested for her to find me a home near where I was born. Even though I had found my family I no longer belonged there. I was too estranged from them. It was like i was meeting strangers. This was my life until I was twenty one and at that point I was disowned by my family.

It was right before Christmas. Two weeks to be exact. I had no where else to go I had just lost my apartment so I turned to my biological mother for help. I was crashing on the couch for a month before it happened. I had gotten into an argument over something trivial. It was so trivial I dont even remember what it was. All I remember is that I shouted at her and said "YOU DON'T TREAT MY OTHER SIBLINGS LIKE THIS!".

"No son of mine will talk to me like this!" She screamed as she ran at me with a broom waving it in the air .

"FINE! Then I'm not your son, you never did treat me like one when I returned. I see how your treat my brother and my sister different then you do me". I said as I gathered a bag of my clothes and left the house not caring about my other belongings.

I found myself with not many options left to turn to. So I called the one person I knew I could rely on. My foster brother's ex girlfriend's mom.

I had met my foster brother's ex girlfriend's mom when I had met up with the only person in life who I considered a brother. We were closer than blood. That is why it hurts so much when I had to cut ties with him. He was one of seven people who truly got close to me enough to see the real me.

I would go on to spend two months living with them. I had known them since I was sixteen by this time we were like family in a since she was the mother who I had longed for my whole life. And I guess that was why it felt so good when I had sex with her.

I know I probably have mommy issues. And that I had sex with the person that I felt the closest to as a mother figure is because I grew up not truly having one.

Soon I was tired of all the drama in my life. So I joined the Army. I spent six years in the Army busting my ass off dealing with peoples bullshit. I finally had enough and one day during a airborne training operation I decided that I didn't need my parachute so I put both thumbs in my riser shoulder attachment straps and pulled them free. Free falling from the sky I truly felt that I was free at this time for about 20 seconds before I hit the ground.

Coming out of my remenessence I felt the worst headache in my life.

"AAARGH!" I screamed out. As I screamed out images of a someone's life came flooding in my head. trying hard to stay conscious I realized as I watched these images that I'm not on Earth anymor,. or at least my Earth.

I was still on Earth, but it was the Earth of the MCU and it was 2008. I had died, I one hundred percent died and was tranmigrated into someone else's body.

["DING! Congratulations to the host for binding the Apocalyptic Survival Scenario System, or ASSS for short. You are awarded a newbie gift box and 100 free Apocalyptic Survival Points, or ASP. would the host like to claim rewards now?"]

"Thank god!" I blurted, almost shouting. This must be my goldfinger that everyone who is transmigrated or iseka'd gets. With this and my meta knowledge hopefully I can survive and not get snapped out of existence. Who knows maybe I can even stop the inevitable snap from happening altogether. in my past I was a nobody, I wasnt anyone worth remembering. This time it will be different, because this time I have the ASSS, This will be the era of me.

This will be the era of....