Well, what can be said about our hero, nothing much, probably. He is just a normal boy, a normal man who has finished his studies, completing high school and college, just a normal man who studied hard so that he can have an assured future in these chaotic times.
It was a hard time, a time when the working force was merciless, making his future towards not a luxurious life, but a balanced one seem bleak. He entrusted so much of his life and efforts, and for what he didn't accomplish anything amazing in particular, he even had a hard time getting a job. Well, for the moment, that was his life, not like he had any other alternative.
"Hi, Mom," said the boy as he got out of his bed and saluted his mother.
"Hi son, how has your day been? What did you do yesterday?" asked his mother.
"Nothing much, just the usual, trying for new jobs, working on my CV, and learning the overall things to make some progress, unfortunately it can be done only one step at a time, I still made some small progress in a few subjects, and i can attract a few recruiters to get an interview, it's a shame, college is so useless, if it was any weight in it I wouldn't be in this situation," replied the son a slight feeling of frustration can be felt from his voice.
He wished that his life were a little different, a little more eventful; he felt like he would go crazy if things continued like this honestly.
He wished things were more magical, more supernatural, more filled with purpose, so as to escape from this abyss of normality, like an eternal prison with the most painful chains of everlasting repetition who sucked all the spirit of the young man, he wished to break them apart, to roam free among the world, to spread his wings and to escape to the supernatural. Like the things he saw in his books, in the novels he always read, cultivation or xianxia are his favorotes, where the MC of such world has purpose, a future, a real future free from these constraints, for him it was so unfair, that someone could live in such glory and splendor and he was stuck here, stuck to waste away his life into this chain, to became a rat to the rat race, all his efforts and dreams amounted to only this much, he was stressed, very much so by this situation, and honestly, his mentality couldn't take it, he wanted to escape, he really wanted to escape from this hellhole, that only knew how to rob and rob, snatching away his future, a future and a world of freedom as it was meant for humans since the moment they were born, the boy couldn't believe that the human race has reached such a dissapointing conclusion.
Preparing his breakfast and working for a few hours on his project and CV, like an endless routine, the boy went outside and enjoyed his time, honestly, it shouldn't take that much until eventually he gets an interview, oh god, so much he hoped he wouldn't fumble it, the stress it would bring on himself, on his family, they were also very worried with the actual situation, but it's okay he told himself, compared with before the progress was observed and this time by more than just words, he did get a few messages on some opportunities, but it wasn't exactly what he had in mind so he didn't respond with anything at the moment, he would just wait for his moment, it would come eventually, because this too was an inevitability.
Going outside to buy the things he needed, he went on to a routine, not any different from the previous days, buying food and preparing it at home, after all, eating outside was too expensive.
Preparing and roasting it, enjoying it, from the view one can understand just how much the freedom of the human race was shattered, mundane and pointless, yes, all things in the world will turn into this, and with the advent of technology, things will turn even worse, he dreaded thinking of what future it would be, what future the new generation will have, his children, his grandchildren, it was like the remaining illusion of the freedom some people are still tricked with will disperse as well, like a giant iceberg floating and drowning by this inevitable fate, and thinking logically there was no solution, because it couldn't be stopped, no one was smart enough to stop it, it was their fate to succumb.
'What pointless things, I really have no life if these are the things i think about, but oh God, i really want to escape this world, it simply isn't for me, I simply can't live in a world like this, I really have no solution, oh God is there really not a single path for me', he though of these things daily, like an annoying virus it stayed in his thoughts, pushing, dominating them, because of this usually he couldn't sleep at night until he was really tired. And tomorrow things will continue like this, attacking his psyche was the repetition of events, and inescapable, they chained themselves as in his viewpoint.
Talking about more things with his mother, father, and his friends online, time passed, and the end of a mundane day was done. He went to bed thinking of his future, of his thoughts that haunted him, of what direction he should choose in this pointless life; he wanted to live more adventurous, with more freedom, even if the supernatural, the thing that he desired the most couldn't be achieved he at least hoped he would achieve the most joy of life in freedom that were still limited by the natural, that was the minimum he would ask to barely pass by as a sane man.
Sleeping and dreaming of the books he read and loved so much, of the novel, the cultivation world, he salivated at, thinking what type of life they had, the residents, what type of life he could have.
Roaming around, searching for treasure, fighting ferocious beasts, and cultivating immortality, moving slowly towards heaven, that was a life, that was a purpose, that was a goal, something so amazing, with so much splendor that his limited banality of surviving in the mundane mortal world couldn't even compare to. He dreamed and dreamed, preparing his sword and pushing it into the core of the beast, a giant minotaur, with red skin and horns, it tried to swing his claws and hand at him decapitating and slicing his face into 4 parts, but he couldn't, the minotaur claws were parried by his immortal sword, something that no normal humans could ever create, as the clash continued and intensified, the immortal hero, the image the boy saw himself as in his dream overpowered the claw and tossed it away with his sword, preparing for a stab that pierced the beast's heart ending it's life, a strong feeling of adrenaline was emitted by the severity of the situation, a rarity that could almost never be recreated in this normal world, he enjoyed the scene and smiled, finally he was content with his life.
The adrenaline, the beautiful essence of life a statement that started to gain truth for the boy, washed away his depression, desperation and apathy for the world, for his life, as it constructed the boy anew, with new desires, keeping him away from the abyss of failure, from the moment when all his life will be reduced to a point, a single action, where abandoning everything was the remaining road to walk to.
Feeling the feelings and fusing himself with them, the boy was satisfied; he had more reasons to live. After all, it is important to know that one could never guess, never know what the future truly prepares for them, who knows, what type of surprise it might be. But he knows one thing, is that in this world nothing is free, and everything is obtained from an exchange, if he wanted the potential of a road that will carry him away from this madness, who would know what he neede to pay, honestly it was a little to abstract to think of a direct answer, and there was not a single clue to analyze, with his situation as limited as it was, the boy had no choice but to continue with his predestined road, hoping he might stumble on something in the future, for now he was content, with his books, with his dreams, with his small progress on the already established road, he had no other way than to walk forward. He was content with it, truly.
Waking up, continuing his routine, there were no mysteries. He went again to buy other things. Today he will make lasagna, his favorite food, together with his mother. It was nice, at least he had some activities.
Buying food, paying for the food, the ingredients for the lasagna, like a file of pasta, meat, milk to add to the sauce, and tomato sauce, many things that had their use. Going home slowly, he had found, had heard something that was very unexpected, something that deviated from the norm greatly.
There was the scream of a women, a helpless soul that was entangled with the cruelty of fatw, even with the promise of protection and justice from the police, it wasn' like they had eyes everywhere, or could observe coldly every single event that happened in a human's life, after all the police werent god, they were humans, they were limited, and so is the justice, it is not absolute, it is limited as well, even if you maximixe it's affects, it's still not possible to supress the dark desires of the humans, some can go so extreme to obtain what they wanted, that they didn't care if they were caught, if they were executed for it, even if it was guaranteed, they would srtill not hold back. And that was the cruelty of the girl's fate, the cruelty to meet such people who wanted to take things from her, to dominate her, abuse her, enjoy her, right now for them the rest of the world was pointless, they didn't care about anything in it right now, and as a result the justice and punishment became obsolete, that was the situation.
Thinking for a moment, the boy hid under a place that wasn't the eye's prey, observing silently.
Seeing them, thinking for a bit, the boy knew that it was hopeless; the girl was lost, in the best case scenario, they would leave her alone afterwards, worst case, she would be dead for silence.
Thinking that there was nothing he could do, he prepared to leave and walked away.
"Help me, please, someone, please, I beg you," screamed helplessly the girl.
The boy slowly stopped, thinking fast again, 'Is this what I became, a string of cowardice that leeches itself over the smallest ration of comfort and safety, all of this just to go back, back to that, to that pointless world.'
Thinking back on all of the cultivations novels he's read, all of the immortal heroes who were his idols, who were so free from their constraints, thinking that if he listened to his instincts and logic, he may fall into a pit, become engulfed with regrets that will never leave him, he made a choice, something that most people will never do in their life.
"Scums, stop right there, leave the girl alone and leave, or you will have to face me!" screamed the boy righteously.
"Or what are you gonna do, boy? We will deal with you in a second. You are courting death!" screamed back with ferocity the thugs, eyes cold and murderous, fully intent on making this bet the last for the boy.
The boy did not hesitate and went straight for the head. A strong sucker punch hit one of the main gangs. Well, he wasn't sure if they were really in a gang, but they looked like it.
The other were furious as they went to attack the boy; luckily, the boy had some skills and had a black belt in judo and kyokushin, giving him some bonuses, as he punched another one, putting him down.
Other than the skills, he frequented the gym quite a bit, by himself he was stronger than them in a 1 versus 1 battle, unfortunately there was four of them, against four people, even if trained what can a single person do, this is not a supernatural world where individual strength reigned supreme, here he was limited by a mortal body, there was so much that can be achieved by training and martial arts.
Even if he managed to put 2 people down, the other started to connect punches on the boy themselves, making the situation critical, and the gangsters were experienced; eventually, those who fell down managed to sit up again.
The fighting and chaos continued. The escalation was unstoppable, and the boy managed to put 3 people down; he was tired, very tired.
"Enough," screamed a bigger man who seemed to be the leader as he drew a knife from his pocket and stabbed the boy. It was too much of a surprise, and he didn't have time to defend himself as the knife pierced through his skin, piercing his stomach.
"Hahaha, this is your lesson, you deserve it, now die!" Spoke with fury the leader, whose situation wasn't really excellent.
By this point, the girl had run away, and the police were alerted, but, as in many cases, it was too late; they couldn't do anything.
They tried, but failed; they had no choice but to inform of the news. The reactions of the parents, well saying it simply it wasn't really nice, as they screamed and cried, their world shattered, oh he suffered so much, getting close to his goals, only to be taken away like this, they though in despair and frustration, they lives, their hard work to groy him washed away, just like this, how could they accept it.
In his final moments, seeing the world darken, the feeling of sleepiness engulfing him, the boy was happy for at least one thing, he moved away from his determined fate from the mundane human world, he at least made something amazing like the heroes from his books, even if he knew that this would be the ending, he was an observant boy, he knew they had the knife, he knew it was pointless, yet somehow he still choose to do it, perhaps in a way he viewed this as his true destiny, a way to differ from his already established road, that honestly to him, didn't amount to what his expectations was about life.
Waiting for the feeling of sleepiness to fully capture him, the boy found something strange.
He didn't meet with the feeling of sleepiness that would point to his ending.
Instead, the world became bigger, much bigger, and different; the technology too, it was too old, too medieval, looking at his hands, the experience talked to him before he had any chance to think independently, coming quickly to a conclusion.
'I see, so I have transmigrated,' he thought it was very calm, the thought, after all, he was too shocked to react with energy, so this was the only result.
'Looks like the life of Andrei Menea was only to this point, I leave it behind, behind with my world, goodbye Andrei.'