Before I start, what was the latest misfortune or badluck that you have suffered?
For me, it was death.
Cliché, eh?
You might be wondering that if I am dead how the hell am I speaking to you right now?
Well, I don't know if I should consider it as my misfortune or good fortune...but apparently I am alive.
Confused, yes?
I was too. But not for long. My new life didn't allow me to remain confused for a long time. I had to get my shit together. Else I'd have been trampled, again.
I don't know if it was out of sheer will to live my life as an unbeatable, indomitable person…..something that I wasn't in my previous life….something that is so….so….not me, but then again, this new life is also not mine.
I call this as new life but this life is 22 years old.
Sorry….life for me…..but in actuality it's body.
Yes, I am a transmigrator. No I didn't transmigrate in any novel or comic or game or drama script or anything as such. I wasn't that lucky. In fact I have no idea where the fuck I am, but at least I am...somewhere.
Oh, did I tell you that I am married?
No not to a man, but a woman, yeah being a gay dude it's quite...…..unpleasant but I am excluded from the responsibility of helping to provide an heir for the family for the time being.
Ah, that reminds me of the wedding day… the day I came here…
Hmm, my distorted insights might have been confusing for you, yes?
So, let me start from the beginning, the beginning of the end, the beginning of a new life.