Chapter 2

After resting for a few more minutes, he stood up and went back to the laptop. He needed to find out more about himself first, so he looked up the most famous social media applications.

[Spellbindr]

He could understand why it would be named like that.

It has a magical ring to it while also alluding to the idea of being "bound" to others through social media connections.

Ignoring the name, he entered the app. It seemed the guy hadn't logged out of it; he could see his profile.

As he clicked the profile, his eyes widened in shock at the number of followers he had on the account: "7 million followers!" He couldn't help but blurt it out.

'Is this guy a celebrity?' He was having a hard time believing his own eyes; he couldn't help but wonder if the people of this world had such weird tastes to follow him, considering how clumsy and shitty he was looking.

Most of the followers were, as expected, women.

He went deeper, looked at his information, and finally found out about himself.

"So... my name is Eric. I am 16 this year and would start high school tomorrow. Seeing the inbox filled with friend requests, it seemed that I am extremely popular. And not only in looks, but I am also extremely blessed in magic as well." He read all the details, memorising them by heart.

"I had a girlfriend in middle school, but suddenly we stopped seeing one another; no posts were made as to what happened—did we break up or what? but they never saw each other, leading the media to believe we had broken up." He continued reading, "Seeing other people's followers, it does seem that I am quite active and popular, even having more followers than some famous people around. And what is more shocking is that some of the famous ones are also following my account. Damn."

' And it also does not seem like I used this body to gain followers; it was just my normal charm attracting women here.' Eric thought.

There was little to no information about my family here, and it was understandable as well. Still, if he had some more information, he would say, "At least I have some knowledge of how boys here behave.'

As he was surfing through the never-ending posts, he heard a knock on his door.

"Eric, breakfast is ready; come down." A girl's voice called out to him. He didn't know who this was but still replied that he would be there in a few minutes. The girl left.

He slapped his head hard, trying to gain just a little memory of who that was; he couldn't afford to go down without even knowing them.

As he was slapping his head, he suddenly had a dizzy feeling, and with a flash, bits and pieces of memory started pouring in.

'So, the voice belonged to my Ava, my twin sister, huh?" He felt himself gaining some information about his family and his personal life all of a sudden; although they were just chunks of memory, it helped him greatly.

He quickly changed into some decent clothes he found in the wardrobe and discarded the bright clothes. Wearing a black T-shirt and grey pyjamas, he descended downstairs. From the looks of it, the house was spacious enough, implying they were above average financially.

Coming down, he was inside a huge room; it was the living room, according to his memory; there was a C-shaped sofa that surrounded a wooden table; in front of the sofas was a TV; the flooring had wooden polish on it; and the walls were painted in a mixture of black and white, giving the room an aesthetic look.

Adjacent to the living room was the dining table, and he could see some of the seats already taken as he went near. Three women were sitting on random seats on the table; they were his sisters.

As he drew near the dining table, he could feel them observing him. He suddenly heard his little sister whisper 'huh," and it seemed that she was confused seeing him change his dressing style and sense of fashion. The others were also looking at him, curious, confused, and judging—different ranges of emotions.

He also took a seat, and his little sister asked, not able to contain her curiosity, "Brother, you didn't put on makeup today?" Her voice was soft but carried a hint of mischief.

"I didn't; I wanted to try something new, maybe something fresh and original." He didn't come off aggressively; if his memory served him right, Jane, his little sister, was the most cunning and intelligent among all the siblings; she was quite smart and dangerously thoughtful for her age, so he didn't deny it but gave some subtle hints for her to catch on that he wanted to try a new style.

"Oh! Brother, you look handsome even without makeup." Before Jane could say anything, she was rudely interrupted by Ava, his twin. From the bits of memories, she had always been the flirtatious type of girl, though she carried a sense of responsibility for him whenever they were together.

Jane glared at Ava but was ignored by the latter; she just gritted her teeth silently while sending death stares at Ava.

From the memory he got, he knew that the relationships between the siblings have always been quite strained and tense; there was not much bond between them; there were only two reasons that they still ate together:

One was their mother, who always tried to strongly insist on being together and their blood bond with each other; the other was him, the only boy in the family of women.

Clarissa, the oldest sister, looked at them with contempt and disdain; even he was not spared from her gaze, he knew she was an ambitious woman and treated those around her as no more than mere tools at her disposal to reach a higher position of authority in society.