Memories. Familiar ones at first followed by memories strange yet his.
"I'm sorry, North."
"We can no longer be friends."
"We are from different worlds, you can never be like me even if you try a thousand times. Even if you die and reincarnate, even if you are suddenly born into a rich family... You can't because we are worlds apart from each other. The earlier you give up trying to be your best when you can't even better you life, the earlier for you. Goodbye."
"Goodbye!"
"Son, you know your mother loves you."
"It's okay that you are born weak. It's okay that you don't have an ability. Even if the world hates you, I will never do that because I am your mother."
"Hahahah! Look at him, he's sixteen already but is unable to awaken an ability! Hahahah!"
"The son of the fourth Lord is useless. A nonentity! Hahahah"
"Northern, you can't be my brother! I hate you. You are a disgrace to the Silver family! Your birth was a mistake! You should die, no one will bother about your death!"
"If you can't awaken an ability in one month's time, you will be driven out from the house. Yes. You will cease to be a member of this family, I your father has spoken!"
Fingers... Pointed at him. He was laughed at, ridiculed, beaten, starved... Yet, all he did was cry. Cry. Cry. And cry!
"Ah!" A loud gasp escaped his lips and he finally opened his eyes.
He turned his head around snd discovered that he was by the side of a large river. It was also approaching dark as tiny stars had already appeared in the sky above.
"What am I doing here?" He muttered. Everything was strange, his body, his voice, his surrounding... They were all strange to him, yet he felt somewhat familiar with them.
"Wait —"
Memories. He began to remember them all.
James —the betrayal and separation. His novel — How it suddenly flipped and how he suddenly lost consciousness. The new memories — they weren't his but somehow his own.
The boy in his memory bore the same name as him and same age but everything else was different. Unlike him, the boy in his memory was born into a wealthy and powerful family. Not only are they powerful but also influential — they are among the Lords governing their country.
The memories he was seeing and everything happening to him meant only one thing — Transmigration.
He transmigrated but why?
What is his purpose of being transmigrated and why his favorite novel of all place?
Worst, why a damn nonentity? A weakling for that matter.
Why couldn't he become his favorite character, Finn Steven?
The Silver family is known for awakening their abilities at an early age and being exceptionally talented. Being the fourth in command, they had everything they wanted, they were feared and respected not only in the country but outside. Many eyes are always on them — good and bad alike. Always watching and waiting for any mistake that could be used to target them. That's why, perfection was required from them— every single of the family.
But when their last child was born, he was expected to be like his father being the only son of the family but unfortunately, he didn't awaken his ability when he was supposed to and is yet to. As such, many lips began to whisper — questioning his birth and the originality of his blood — If he was actually the real child of ths Silver family or an abducted one.
"I'm doomed," he exclaimed and finally rose to his feet.
He looked up, he could faintly see the cliff where he was thrown from. Talking about the cliff, he suddenly remembered the voices he heard and the conversations he listened to before being thrown off, and of course, the faces of the men that wanted to kill him.
And of course, he was going to make them pay.
"Fist of all, I need to return. Time to give her a surprise," he smiled and began to head back home.
Though he was not granted all of his wish, at least, he finally got to be in a fantasy world and experience things he only dreamt about before. Even though he did not transmigrate into outstanding characters, he was satisfied.
He has in fact accepted who he has become. All he had to do was think of ways to change his fate and become the best version of himself.
He walked for a long time before finally getting to the road. They had really taken him far to be disposed completely — they had gone great lengths just for him. He could not help but wonder how she'd feel upon seeing him alive.
He casually waved down a carriage and climbed in.
"Where are you heading to, young man?" The carriage rider asked.
"Silver family."
The rider was stunned upon hearing the name so he turned his head to greet but the moment his eyes fell on the boy, his shoulders dropped and a look of disappointment and disdain covered his face.
The boy had expected it to be like that so he did not say a word.
The carriage rider knew that it was better to inwardly mock the boy and live longer than be open with his ridicule and die prematurely. As such, he drove off silently.
No acknowledgments, no insults... It was better that way.
The boy closed his eyes and more memories flooded his mind. That of James, his friend.
For as long as he could remember, James had been his friend and helper. The only person that never disdained him, never used bad words on him, always helped him, gave him clothes, even money and inspiration. To him, he was more than a friend. Because of James, he never felt the lost of his parents. Everything was going on well so what changed?
What happened that was so difficult for him to share with him?
It pained him deep in his heart that he did not know when a tear dropped from his eyes. He subconsciously touched his face and discovered that it was wet, wet from tears from his eyes.
It was strange. He rushed and wiped his face thoroughly, shaking his head.
"I can't let myself be controlled by emotions," he mumbled, earning a glance from the rider. "All of them, I'll make them regret!"
Finally, they arrived at a very large estate.
"We're here," the rider said.
The boy came down from the carriage and looked around. The house was so huge that he held himself from running towards it and looking around.
"Sir, my money?" The rider asked, extending his arm towards the boy.
The boy searched the clothes he was putting on, luckily, he found a squeezed note and gave it to the rider.
Upon seeing the amount, the rider exclaimed. "Sir, should I take all?" He asked, his eyes opened widely
"If you want, keep the change or throw it away," he said and walked towards the house.
"Thank you, sir!" The man yelled excitedly and rode off.
Upon getting to the house, a bad feeling of fear crept up to his heart. He didn't know why but he was more curious on finding out.
As soon as he opened the door and walked in, they all saw him.
"Northern?"