Prologue

"Happy Birthday to you!"

With smiles all over their faces, they clapped their hands upon finishing the birthday song. A young boy—no, a young adult at the end of the table then blew a small gust of wind at the lit candles atop the cake which brought yet another applause from the small crowd. The smile on his face seems forced, but his family members simply thought he was trying to hide his embarrassment which brought laughter to the room.

The mature-looking woman right next to him then bring out a plastic knife from the kitchen and cut the cake into smaller pieces before handing each piece to her family members, but of course, the first one was given to the birthday boy. Though before they eat, they didn't forget to give him their presents one by one. He was then urged to open them immediately as they wanted to see his reaction to each of their gift.

The first one was from his father, an average-looking old man who appeared younger than his actual age. It wouldn't be strange if one mistaken him as the young adult's older brother instead.

After opening the wrapper, the young adult looked up to his father in shock. It was a gaming console—not just an ordinary one, mind you, but one of the special editions at that which only exists in a very small number enough for one to count in one hand. Though just like a certain smartphone brand, there weren't any special functions it has to offer, it works just like an ordinary console but with the appearance of luxury. If anything, he can flex about it on the internet for some vanity point.

Nonetheless, it is still quite the present he didn't expect.

"Your great father work really hard to get this beautiful console you know? So you better treasure it like your partner," so he said. Even without his father telling him that, he knew not to treat the gaming console like how a child would to their toy—he isn't a child anymore.

The next one came from his mother, just like his father, her appearance truly differs from her real age. Though unlike his father with his average young man appearance, her mother on the other hand didn't just look young, she's beautifully charming and mature. It was on the level of celebrity.

Her present was just as expected, a brilliant black shirt with his name imprinted at the back like a football shirt. When he felt the texture of the shirt with his fingers, he could tell right away that she must have used some kind of expensive fabric to make it. She is very good at sewing, oftentimes, she could be seen sewing some fair of clothes in her free time.

"When did you make this?" He can't quite recall ever seeing her sewing a shirt in the past few days, so he asked out of curiosity. His mother responded with a wink—perhaps she might have sewed it on her job which is a caretaker at the neighborhood kindergarten, so he thought.

Finally, the last gift came from his younger sister. She has the same blue eyes like their mother, and she currently attends the same kindergarten her mother works at. She is six years old. Unlike the other kid of the same age as hers, she was the quiet type. She didn't speak much but her eyes seem to be able to see through what the others were thinking. He used to think of her as both an annoyance and a freak, but not anymore.

He still feels quite awkward around her—though, it was partly his fault so he could only blame himself. He thought she wouldn't prepare any present for him, but he was wrong.

It was pretty thin so he was quick to remove the wrapper around it and saw a birthday card in his hands. He couldn't help but recall his memories when he was her age, he had also made a birthday card of his own. He didn't write much other than a 'happy birthday' at the center of the card as he couldn't come up with more difficult words. Well, he did scribble some flowers and heart around it just to make it pretty, so the kid him concluded it was a job well done.

He was almost in tears when he read what was written on the birthday card from his younger sister. She's truly an angel. He couldn't believe how harsh he had been treating her before, if possible, he would like to punch the previous him. After all, how could he bully someone as naive and pure as his younger sister? Despite the harsh treatment she received from him, she didn't resent him.

From now on, he decided to establish a better relationship with his younger sister. No more cold shoulders, he wasn't the previous him anymore. Yes, it could be said the soul is different. After all, the previous soul of the young adult had long fused with a soul from another world a few days prior. He still retained the memories of both his past life and the new one so it wasn't hard for him to adapt to the strange circumstance.

That's right, he is a transmigrator. This wasn't his first life. He was a man who shut himself in his room in his previous life. He who had given up on society decided to rot away quietly in his room. But one day, he was forced to leave his safety zone—his food ran out. Just for clarification, he isn't someone useless who could only live off of his parent like a leech. He was able to support himself as a freelance artist who drew NSFW on the internet.

Because the convenience store was quite close to his apartment, he took a walk there. What he didn't expect was for a truck to crash into him when he crossed the street.