Chapter 5 - Emilia

The memories of this body were so real that emotions that did not belong to me stirred my emotions a lot. The pain that this body went through was unbearable, but if you look at the excerpts from the memories, it seems that the boy lived a fake life all his life.

The loss of his own mother, the oppression of his peers in the orphanage, all this greatly affected his psyche, that his whole world was full of gray tones. The fake smile he used while saying that everything was fine made my heart shudder.

But now all this has become a part of me, I feel that it has greatly affected my personality. If in a previous life I was the one who set the conditions, then a boy named Victor played under someone else's rules all his adult life.

- 'System.. What's up with this boy whose body I'm using now? I asked, trying to hide the bitterness in my words.

[This identity belongs entirely to you. Since your soul was initially weak, the system blocked your memory from a previous life. But now that your memory has returned, we have been able to fully integrate your 2 personalities into one. Simply put, Victor is you, and Mark is him and vice versa.]

- 'So Victor, this is me'

Closing my eyes, I sighed heavily. Who knew that this life of mine would have such an outcome. In fact, even now it's hard for me to accept all this information in truth. Two lives, but so different..

- "Эта жизнь хуйня такая, нихуя в ней не поймёшь, каждый день охуеваешь, охуевшим и помрёшь.." - muttering something to myself, I headed for the exit of the factory. (It says here - "This life is such a fuck, you won't understand a fucking thing in it, you fuck every day, you fuck and you'll die.")

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Standing in front of the front door, I looked down at my bare dirty feet. It's a strange feeling, something familiar, but also so far away. The only thing I need right now is how to properly explain what I did this morning.

When my hand was almost on the door handle. There was a rustle on the other side of the door, and then the door began to slowly open. At that moment, when I saw in front of you face, my hand trembled.

At that moment, my brain seemed to shut down.

So in the middle of the doorway, two people looked at each other without saying anything.

- "Em.. Amy, I..." - I wanted to continue, but I was interrupted.

"Brother, are you all right?" a young girl sitting on a wheelchair asked. Her beautiful blue eyes looked at me with concern, clearly letting me know that she was worried about me.

Looking at the girl in front of me, my heart felt like steel pincers, forcing it to bleed. This girl, Emilia Johnson, is the only light in my life.

The only warm memories in my new life were connected with this girl opposite me. This strong girl who suffers from paralysis has always shown me her bright side. Despite her position, she always looks at the world with a smile, regardless of its ugliness.

*Drip* *Drip*

"Brother, are you crying?!" the girl asked with dilated eyes.

"Wh-what?" - stammering, I felt moisture on my face. Running my hand over my cheeks, I felt the humidity. * Sigh*

"It's all right..I'm sorry, I'm just a little out of my mind.." - wiping my swollen eyes with my sleeve, I looked at the girl and smiled brightly: - "Let's go eat, we need more breakfast!"

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Sitting at the dining table, I carefully examined my surroundings.

All the things in the room were made in a more antique style. Even the cutlery was made of aluminum.

While the boy was stuffing food into his mouth and looking around, the woman sitting to his right was looking at him with her narrowed eyes. This woman's name was Elizabeth Johnson and, concurrently, Emily's aunt, on her mother's side.

- "I'm going to work now, so while I'm gone, take care of Emilia" - having said that, she sipped her tea and looked at the boy again: - "I hope this time you won't cause me trouble like last time. I hope I've made myself clear, young man?"

"Auntie, why do you always reproach Victor? I can take care of myself," Emilia said, making a frowning face.

- "Girl, as long as I am the mistress of this house, you have no say in this matter!" The woman said in an icy tone and got up from the table: "You can clean up the table for now."

"Okay," I said, looking at the woman with my empty gaze.

Despite the fact that this woman is a cold personality, she still takes care of Emilia. But if it was the past me, I would hardly have guessed the reason for these actions.

Emilia Johnson, is the heiress of several factories owned by her parents. When her parents died, Aunt Elizabeth decided to take custody of the girl.

Since these plants have suspended their activities due to the death of the owner, at the moment they are inactive, so there is no profit from them. But who said they can't be sold? Taking this into account, it is safe to say that this woman is trying to take all this money into her pocket.

Hearing the click of the doors, indicating that the woman had already left. Emilia, who had been strangely quiet before, showed her bright smile looking in my direction.

- "Brother, let's go into the room, I want to hear the continuation of your story!" - said the girl in an energetic voice.

When I heard the girl, I nodded gently. After clearing the table, I rolled the girl's wheelchair towards the bedroom.

Lifting the girl in my arms to lay her on the bed, I felt that the girl was strangely light. After a little thought, I decided to ask the system.

- 'System, can I create skills? For example: Possession of a knife, cooking, playing the piano, etc?'

[Right. You can unlock a skill in the course of different activities. Skills have levels. The maximum level is 10Lvl.]

Having learned this information, I was glad to say the least. If I can implement my skills acquired from the modern world, then it will not be difficult for me to fill in the [Skills] tab.

Lying on the bed, the girl looked at me with her soft eyes and patted an empty place on the bed. I understood the meaning of her gestures, I gently lay down next to her and began to remember what I told her last time.

As it turned out, I still had unconscious memories from my life of Mark. Thanks to his dreams, Victor often told stories from books that I read from a past life.

While I was telling the girl the story, she fell asleep on my chest.

- 'System, I remember something about a gift box. Open it please'

[The gift package will give you the opportunity to acquire an ability that is beyond human capabilities. The ability will be randomly selected. ]

While the system was talking, a transparent window with a black chest appeared in front of my face. After it opened, he was noticed by a strange picture in the form of a gear.

- 'What is it? I asked doubtfully, immediately after that a set of characters with information appeared.

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[Ability - Creator's Hand]

[Rating - ☆ ☆ ☆ ]

[Makes it possible to create absolutely anything at the request of the owner. At the same time, it is necessary to have the necessary materials to create things.]

[Recharge time is 24 hours.]

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- "Pfft.. ahem.. Khem.." - clearing my throat slightly, I had an expression of shock on my face. Logically speaking, with this ability, I will have everything I need, couldn't I recreate an atomic bomb? * Sigh*