Chapter 1

Waking up this morning, I expected my day to be the same as every other one. I recently graduated from university as a valedictorian and expected my life to only go up from there. I was always ambitious and always wanted more.

Living with an absentee father and a drunk mother in a low-class family caused me to develop a close relationship with the sin of envy and caused me to desire greater than I got. I refused to become one of those fools who would accept their lot in life and actively worked hard in school and anything to improve myself.

The only thing I got that was fortunate was a healthy body and intelligence that was barely above genius standard and that led to me being able to get into university. This is where the problem started.

Although I was on the low scale of being a genius, people don't take kindly to people being smarter than them especially if the person smarter than you is dirt poor and can be considered by most standards a commoner. I didn't let it deter me and managed to improve my social situation.

After my social status in university was at a decent level I began to associate with people and make connections. I got a girlfriend that I courted because she had decent standing and would improve my reputation even further and it did help that she wasn't bad looking.

I should have done a psyche check on her before deciding to use her for my goals because when I finally finished university and got a good job opportunity in another country, I decided to break up the relationship. After all, she wouldn't benefit me anymore. She wanted to come with me but I discouraged her, gently.

Looking at my bleeding form as my ex stopped stabbing, felt unreal. "I am sorry, please forgive me… I just didn't want to lose you. I just thought if I can't have you no one can" She pleads and begins crying and cuddling my dying body.

'Son of a bitch.' That was my only thought, why is it that when I use someone they kill me but when gold diggers etc use someone they get a wonderful life. I cursed the psycho one last time and my shitty luck before taking my last breath.

Or it would have been my last breath if I hadn't suddenly felt weird sensations and muffled noises. This I would later realize was my birth or more accurately rebirth.

A few years have passed and in this, I found out I was reincarnated. I was dubious about the whole affair, but as the months went on I began to accept my circumstances, and the circumstances are quite shit.

At least in my previous life, I had my wits to help me, but here they are sabotaged because somehow I got dyslexia and ADHD. I would have been much more upset if it wasn't for what world I have found myself in.

I remember reading about this world in my previous life; It was the Percy Jackson series. Normally I would use that bit of knowledge to my advantage, but unfortunately, the timeline of those events are decades away since I somehow found myself born in the year 1921.

Of course, dyslexia and ADHD isn't the thing that gave it away that I am in that world, but the monsters I am beginning to see moving in the distance as well as easily understanding greek. A worrying thought since I doubt an 8-year-old can defend themselves from them.

"Ezra, it is time to go to school." My new father yells from downstairs. Making my dread increase. Ever since I found out that I am most likely a demigod I have been on edge. Going to school isn't exactly safe, but neither is my home.

In the books when demigods find out what they are, their smell increases for monsters and I have a feeling any day now one of these monsters are going to come to eat my prepubescent body. I didn't even have a haven since the only one I know about is the one in North America and what is funny is I am in motherfucking England.

"Yes, father. In a minute." I say and I begin to dress. I contemplate living in the sewers, but I don't want to encounter any alligator monsters. Damn my mother, for deciding to be seeded by a European and not anyone near Camp Halfblood.

Moving towards the mirror I inspect my appearance. In this life, I have curly black hair, blue eyes and at the moment an extremely cute appearance that will one day evolve to handsome I am sure. Already an improvement over my slightly above average looks from before I died.

I finish admiring my looks before going to my drawer to get the dagger I puppy-eyed my sperm donor to get for me with what I assume to be a hypnotic voice. Fathers don't usually give their 8-year-olds weapons unless you live in Russia, Australia or America probably.

So that is why I assume my voice is magical and it is for this reason that also place my bet on who my mother is on Aphrodite or maybe Eros who turned into a woman and got fucked. I honestly don't know what is possible with these guys.

When I completely figured out I was most likely a demigod, it is the ability I have shown to inhibit. It is not truly all-powerful yet, but I can convince people easier to follow my suggestions or give me gifts.

It is for this reason that my home life isn't shit because I have a feeling my mother just dumped me on my father's steps and he is a bit resentful. He is my main subject of helping me hone my charm-speak, you can call it.

Do I feel bad using my new father as a test subject, frankly no? I see him at most as a landlord and my morals are a bit on the loose side so I don't really care if I am basically brainwashing him.

If choosing between morality and survival. I would gladly sacrifice the former and having the ability to sort of mind control isn't something I am willing to throw away.

"I am ready father, we can go," I say as I make it downstairs. I take my lunch box and put it in my backpack before moving into the car as we make our way to school.

Things are going to be hectic from now on and I am not just talking about monsters and shit, but also human nonsense such as the upcoming world war. World War 2 with demigods in the mix, I am already regretting waking up this morning. Plus I can't enjoy one of my major hobbies which is gaming, because it hasn't been invented, yet or reading without rage quitting.

We travel in silence, but don't make it far before I feel something crashing into the car. The car flips and my vision and hearing get disoriented. When I get my injured body out of the car, I see a one-eyed monster looking at me hungrily. 'I take my previous thoughts back, I wish I had never woken up in this life.' I thought.