| Chapter 01: Ever Heard Of Fresh Starts? |

| Author's Note: How about I show all of you what I am really capable of? Ready for an adventure? |

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| 1st Person Pov – New York City's Central Park Tower, Triplex Penthouse |

"Ngh." An groaning sound left my mouth, as I start to feel my mind regaining a sense of conscience. The sudden sound of wind reached my ears with a uninvited and constant flow, and I simply assumed that I might have left a window opened before falling asleep last night.

Amidst the sudden desorientation, I tried to focus my mind throug the whole of my body, which felt sore, just like what seems to have been an unperturbed and long slumber.

That was kind of odd, if I was in any normal state of thinking, but soon my focus turned into the simple sound of the wind that paved the way for me to focus on each of my previously numb senses, one by one.

Time passed slowly as I did it, regaining my lost sense of touch right then, by feeling the soft and cool sensation of the bed that I was lying on. The other senses then came naturally to me as well, as then came the smell. Sweet and fruitish, certainly pleasant, coming from the room ambience scent.

Though the sense of scent soon gave way to the most important of them all.

Sight.

With time passing by as a never-stopping train, I finally found myself able to reign in some modicum of control over my body, opening my eyes in a slow and controlled manner.

What greeted me was the sight of a luxurious stone-looking ceiling, confusing me at the unfamiliarity of the room interior. The prying sunlight coming from the windows made me shield my eyes from it, and a hoarse voice came out of my mouth in a confused manner. "What's... — happening?" My eyes seemed to twitch when faced with the voice that came out strangely unfamiliar, and yet it carried a certain tone that I recognized from somewhere. Though I couldn't put my finger on where, and I didn't even give it much thought, as the unfamiliar sights before me took my focus and mind away from any passing thoughts.

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As time passed, I could notice details after details, and I could not help but feel an impending psychological crisis nearing my mind.

With great strain on my hurting eyes, I was able to notice that I was not even lying in a room, much less my own room, personal room.

No, I was lying in a living room of sorts, with a high ceiling made of what seemed to be expensive marble, followed by dark-brown leather couches that stood in a square positioning around the room, and a long chandelier that 'fell' from the high ceiling.

All of those details made me conclude that wherever I am right now, it is for certain a luxurious living room. Around me, as I got into a seated position, grand windows spanned from every single side of the spacious apartment I found myself in, and my eyes kept wondering in awe. However, that did not answer my question of where I was, neither did it help me remembering how I had gotten here.

My foggy memories didn't help much either, as keep trying to think of an explanation for my current predicament, with no sucess whatsoever.

I guess it's safe to say that I am greatly confused right now.

My head currently rests on top of one of my hands, while the other is pinching my nose's bridge in confusion and exasperation.

The last thing I remember before going to sleep last night was slumping into my bed's confortable sheets, as I had quickly passed out from drinking with one of my friends.

We both had gotten a promotion at work, and so we had decided to celebrate harder than ever before, having gone drinking to a famous bar on the city we lived on.

And that's really all that I can remember doing for what I deduce is my last 'available' memory. And though I can certainly say that no matter the confusion and doubts that I am currently holding onto, they will not be resolved by staying seated on a comfortable and pricy couch that I have never seen in my entire life.

And so I did what every sane person would do in my place.

I laid back down on the couch, my right arm shielding my vision from being too affected by the intrusion of the morning sunlight.

My head throbbed in pain, and I was barely able to think clearly, ratting my brain in search of an answer. Any answer.

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I did that for a few minutes, before deciding that enough was enough, gaining a slight peak of energy out of the nowhere.

With now renewed interest and a clearer head, I got up and took a few steps in the direction of one of the many large windows near me, letting my eyes open wide, while taking in the scene in front of me.

The view of what stood below me, spanning around dozens of kilometers forward was nothing short of what someone would call 'capable of rendering one's breathing capabilities useless'. Or how someone normal like me would say, it could take someone's breath away, with all but a single glance.

There were lots of buildings neatly organized, with a large park that stood in contrast in the middle of it all, and I felt the urge to mutter the two words that came to mind as I remained motionless near the window.

"Central Park?!" Surprised and in awe, I took a hand upwards, placing it on the cold and giantly proportioned, see-through glass.

How in the hell had I accidentally woken up from my sleep... — in New, fucking York of all places?!

My mind worked overtime to try and come up with something that made sense, amidst so much nonsense and impossibilities, stretching far into the questions of uncertainty for a brief period. Was I somehow transmigrated into another world?

Perhaps this was another life?

If so... — what had happened to the old me?

Had there been a reason for such a course of action? Had I died?

I tried to remember anything that could prove and entertain such thoughts, but nothing came to mind. Though that did not matter much to me, the signs were all there.

I am —, had been a writer in my supposedly past life. I had written, and read countless scenes and stories that described exactly what I seem to be going through right now, so I don't doubt the possibility that I might have indeed transmigrated...

However, as these types of thoughts fill my head briefly, with my eyes scanning Central Park with a childlish-like awe-stare, I suddenly noticed something that I had neglected until now.

In the glass window that stood right in front of me, two distinct colors fought for my attention and focus. Golden yellow and ruby-like red.

"There's no way..." I spoke out loud, as I ohserved my current appearance more in depth. Golden hair that seemed to sway slightly as a consequence of the wind inside the apartment, and the piercing ruby-like stare that looked back at me in kind, there's no doubt that I was not in my body anymore.

But the most important thing, above anything else...

"This..." I muttered in disbelief, my eyes widening even more than before, as my breathing increased in intensity to match the situation.

"... — is this my face?" There was no doubt about it in my mind at that very moment though, especially to me, having written something similar to this 'scene', that I am currently living, in my past life.

I have been transmigrated into the body of a young Gilgamesh! (A/N: Around 20 years old Gilgamesh's body.)

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Reminiscing about the first moments of my transmigrated life in this new world brought a small smile to my expression, while I let my back relax into the cold wood of a random bench, listening to the various birds chirping ontop of the trees of Central Park.

The sounds of laughter and happy conversations around me reached my ears as well, filling me with a sense of peace that was difficult to describe on the spot.

I had indeed transmigrated into a new world yesterday, possessing the body of Gilgamesh in the process, and until now I had been trying to assimilate what all that meant to me.

Leaving another life behind would not be easy. All the friendships lost, the family members I would not ever again see or hug, and all that I knew to be my life...

It was all lost behind me, never to be my reality again.

And that's... — quite alright, as life is full of changes, upon changes. Sure, some are easier than others, but change is a part of life, and no one can ever deny that.

Until now I have been doing my best to adapt, in the measly 20 hours that passed since I woke up in this new reality.

I didn't do much in all honesty, after discovering that I had transmigrated into a new world, I roamed the house I found myself inside of, for a while. A penthouse to be more exact, on one of the highest buildings in New York City.

Not bad for starters huh? As it would seem like an impossible thing to attain in my past life. So there's that.

I also found some identification for this new body, alongside some essentials to adjust myself to this new life of mine. And all of that happened yesterday, with now being 11 Am of the day after that. How do I know? I checked the time on a smartphone that I found near the identification cards I mentioned before.

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Aside from eating something that I found on the fridge, and resting my head for a few more hours, I decided to take a stroll in Central Park afterwards.

A place I had never visited in my past life, but that apparently would be my new home from now on. How interesting that was though!

The turns that life can take, in all but a simple moments notice...

And as I thought about all the things that happened in the last 20 hours, with my head thrown back as I looked at the blue sky above me, I felt my body relax even more.

Allowing myself to have a serene smile on my expression while chuckling loudly to myself, much to the amusement of all the people around me, who looked confused in my direction.

But I payed them no mind, as my thoughts focused on more important things, because...

Did I mentioned that I had transmigrated into the Marvel universe above anything else?

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" Chapter with 1827 Words "

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| Author's Ending Note: Alright, here we go people. |