Sunlight shone through the half-closed blue curtain, casting a singular golden line across the man's face.
Then, the sound of the alarm clock resounded throughout the apartment room, bringing the man into the realm of the conscious.
Two seconds, five seconds, and finally, his eyes open. Reaching out his hand, he turned off the alarm clock on his desk beside the bed.
The man sat up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned softly. He got out of bed, stretched, and went to the bathroom.
After relieving himself, he pressed a small button on the wall. Beside the button, there was the word: Chef.
After the man pressed the button, the wall opened up like a door, and a mechanical "person" walked out. This "person" wore a chef hat, and a white apron. It had a featureless face, its surface grayish-white in color.
The robotic chef walked towards the kitchen and started preparing the ingredients. Meanwhile, the man went to the living room and took a seat on the sofa. On a small, metal table beside the sofa, lay a metal ID.
It contained the words:
Visitor.
Donovan Volgard.
Mage-type, Shower Rank, Category 4.
There was also a picture on the ID. It was a picture of a man. He had brown, medium-length hair. His face was above-average, very well in the handsome category. The color of his eyes was green. From this angle, the man seemed to have a sharp jawline.
The man, Donovan, reached out his hand to turn on the TV with the remote. After a while of switching channels to find a good show or movie to watch, he felt his stomach rumble.
Donovan got out of the sofa, walking towards the kitchen. The robotic chef was still making breakfast. From Donovan's eyes, it seemed to be making bacon with eggs. While the mechanical chef was still cooking, he prepared a plate and the spoon and fork. He also put a glass of water next to the plate.
Seeing as the chef was almost done cooking, Donovan took a seat and waited patiently for the food to arrive. He suppressed the urge to get his phone from the desk beside his bed.
Half a minute later, the food finally arrived. He smelled the delicious, sweet scent of the food. His eyes momentarily gazed at the clock hung high up on the wall.
6:29 a.m.
Following that, he grabbed his spoon and fork and chowed down on the food. After finishing the bacon and eggs, he got the chef to make him a bowl of cereal. This was because he didn't have dinner last night, and so he was still hungry.
The chef handed him a bowl of cereal with milk, then walked over to the wall. As the wall opened up automatically like a door, the robotic chef walked in, and the wall closed.
Donovan walked over to the TV, taking a seat on the sofa as he held the bowl of cereal in his right hand. Then, after finishing the bowl while watching a show, he went to the sink and washed the dishes.
His gaze landed on his bed which he forgot to tidy up. After tidying up the bed, he went back to the sofa.
…Suddenly, Donovan felt a throbbing pain in his head. With a loud groan, both of his hands held his aching head.
What the hell…? It hurts!
He laid down on the sofa, the pain unbearable and increasing every second. He couldn't help but scream because of the abnormal pain. He fell from the sofa, landing on the floor.
It hurts! F*ck!
Donovan's body thrashed around, his feet kicking away the metal table, and his body messing up the rug. Blood dripped down from his nose to the floor, his vision becoming blurry. Everything was spinning, and his ears were ringing.
"Make it stop!" he yelled loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room.
Suddenly, amidst his suffering, he heard a voice. It sounded gentle and soft. The voice whispered his name:
"...Donovan…"
At that moment, his eyes widened, his face turning into shock and horror. It was as if his face was staring at the face of God. His heartbeat quickened, his skin turning cold as he felt his hairs stand on end.
Donovan whimpered, his tears flowing down his cheeks. Then, his body went limp, as if his soul was sucked out of his body. His eyes were closed, and he was no longer breathing.
…Suddenly, Donovan's eyes slowly opened, his vision blurry. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.
He sat up, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. Then, he stood up, looking around the room.
Suddenly, he said in a low voice, "What the hell?"
Where the hell am I…? What is this place? Donovan inwardly said, his expression growing confused and nervous every second.
As he was looking around the room, his gaze caught the sight of a large-sized and tall mirror. It was by the window.
At that moment, Donovan felt his heart drop to his stomach. His eyes widened once again, his heartbeat quickening.
What the f*ck?! This isn't my body!
He had brown hair, green eyes, a muscular well-built body, and a handsome face. Donovan took a step closer towards the mirror, both of his hands sliding gently across his face.
…I'm probably dreaming. Yeah, that must be it.
As he said that inwardly, he pinched both of his cheeks as hard as he could, until he let go because of the pain.
This… isn't a dream…
He took a seat on the sofa, trying to calm himself down.
Okay, think. If this isn't a dream, then there's only one explanation… Did I get transmigrated? God, I hope I'm wrong and this is all just a dream…
As he let his thoughts wander, he searched for the remote and found it lying on the floor. The metal table and rug was messy. Donovan turned the TV off, unable to think properly because of the loud noises. He got back to thinking.
First off, who the hell is this guy? Second, when do the memories start kicking in—
Before he could finish thinking, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain on his head. "Ugh…"
He lay down on the sofa. Then, he screamed loudly as both of his hands held his head tightly. The pain was too absurd, too abnormal, and too painful.
After about six minutes, Donovan slowly and weakly sat up on the sofa. His mouth and chin were wet with saliva, and his cheeks were wet with tears. His tears mixed with the blood that came out his nose, dripping on his lap.
Well… I got the memories… But that was too painful…
With a sigh, he calmed down and recalled some of the things he got from the "memories." Donovan Volgard, 25 years old, single, lives alone…
Parents died three years after his birth, and was raised by his uncle. Two siblings, a younger sister and an older brother…
Apparently, I'm in a floating city out in space. It's a space organization called "Umbrellas"...
He looked at his reflection on the black screen of the TV.
As for me, I'm Leon Valentin… What do I do now…?
Based on the information that Donovan, or rather, Leon obtained from his "memories," he now knew of his current job, status, and the dangers of this new world he was in.
Using his knowledge that he obtained from all those transmigration novels he's read, Leon quickly went back to thinking.
The original owner of this body was a reserved, quiet and mysterious person. I mustn't let others know of my transmigration. Also, I have to find out if I have some sort of transmigration "cheat" or power-up.
As he was lost in his thoughts, Leon looked at the windows, and immediately rushed towards it. Opening the curtains, he felt his eyes slightly widen at the sight before him.
Men and women walking around, dressed in futuristic, expensive clothing. Some were wearing suits. Cars, bikes, and all sorts of machinery he couldn't quite make out was flying in the air. The buildings had some similarities from Leon's original world, but it looked more advanced, futuristic.
High above, it seemed like there was some sort of sphere-shaped dome mixed in with the sky and the clouds.
Leon took a few steps back. Although he's seen this view from the memories of the original owner of this body, he was still quite surprised.
Then, just as he turned around, he heard knocking on his door.