In an open playing field,
It was bustling with children playing, but in a corner, a small boy was standing alone. No one was playing with him, and no one paid him any mind.
This small kid was George… when he was a child.
George was rather an introvert who didn't know how to properly mix with other people. While he was sadly standing at the corner of the playground, another boy of his age came and gave him a lollipop, saying, "Hello, my name is Leon. And you?"
George stayed silent for a moment, then said, "My name is George Van der Meer. My parents used to call me Sunny."
When he mentioned his parents, he became sad. Leon was a smart kid. He understood that George's parents were not with him, though he didn't know the particular reason.
Then Leon said, "Let's go and sit there."
They sat down.
George asked, "Why are you not playing with the other kids?"
Leon replied, "I am an orphan, and when my parents were alive, their reputation was not very good. So the parents of other kids don't let them play with me."
George understood that Leon's life was a lot harder than his own.
Leon then said, "You are maybe the first person to talk with me like this… so you are my first friend."
George asked, "Friends?"
"Umm! Umm! How should i describe? Think a friend is someone who means the world to you, A person who is trust,warmth,support and belly laughs. They always have your back and accept you just the way you are. They are one of life's greates gift" Said leon like a matured old man.
"So… are we friends now.?"Said george
Leon nodded
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Ah ah… in some unknown place…
A young boy in his early 20s woke up from his sleep. He was in a rather embarrassing position; his situation was not good. He was lying in the mud.
His garments looked royal, but they were now dirty, with dirt everywhere. People passing by didn't give him any heed and moved on with their daily lives. The boy still dozed.
"Ummm… ah… ummm…"
He rubbed his eyes, saying, "Isn't I'm dead? Is this heaven?"
"Nhhh… there's no chance this could be heaven. I was not a good person throughout my whole life."
His whole body was paining. He felt like he was going to die again from this burning pain. He barely stood up, but fell again as his body ached.
Suddenly, a young boy came running. His attire was that of a servant.
George saw him and thought, Is this some kind of cosmetic show for hell's people? This boy was wearing a servant's dress like those worn by servants of ancient China's imperial castles.
The servant ran to him, calling, "Young master! Young master! Where were you the whole night? Why are you in such a pathetic situation?"
He helped George stand.
(Is there also a family system in hell… and it seems like the families of ancient times?) George mused.
George's vision was still blurry. He couldn't see clearly. The servant helped him walk. He walked shakily, murmuring this and that like a mental person.
They went through a massive gathering of many huge mansions. At the main gate, there were some words written in majestic letters, though with his blurry vision, George couldn't read them clearly.
He could only read something like Verdentdick.
The servant took him to a massive mansion within the estate and put him in a luxurious room with a luxurious bed.
George was not in the right mind. When he was laid down, he suddenly started saying, "Mother… Mother, don't leave me…"
He caught the servant's hand tightly.
The servant was shocked. (Is young master seeing the madam in me?)
He thought something very bad must have happened to the young master for him to willingly want to see Madam. Madam would be so happy to know that the young master wanted to see her willingly and lovingly.
Then the servant left forcefully, leaving George behind.
After some time, a very beautiful woman came running. Her age was uncertain.
Screaming, "Son! My son! What happened
to him?!"
She rushed to George and hugged his head tightly.
To her shock, George was crying, and after seeing the woman, he started crying even louder.
"Mother… mother, you are back… why have you left me? Please don't leave me again…"
She was shocked that George was being so affectionate. Some teardrops fell from her eyes.
In her embrace, George fell asleep. He slept like a sweet little child.
The madam felt quite nostalgic.
Then she laid George on his bed, and a ruthless and cold expression appeared on her face.
"Investigate what happened to him to make him like this. I want to know before this day ends."
The servant left.
Before leaving, the madam called some maidservants to clean George and take care that he didn't wake up.
George didn't wake up that day… anymore.
Next day…
"What?! How is this even possible?!"
"What the fuck… I couldn't even possess a mere mortal. How is this possible?!"
It was a very handsome man with yellowish hair, age uncertain, screaming loudly.
Hearing the screaming, George woke up from his sleep.
Rubbing his eyes, he felt very refreshed. When he finally got hold of himself, he looked around and found no one.
This shocked him, as he clearly heard screaming.
But he was even more shocked that he was not dead.
"What the heck… am I not supposed tobe dead? What about this luxurious room? What about my attire?"
A swarm of questions surged in his mind, but before he could think much—
A loud scream came.
"Yes, you are not dead, you motherfucker! Why haven't you died for fuck's sake?! I swear on the name of the sex god—if I were alive, I would have burned you to death along with your whole world! You son of a bitch!"
George could bear someone cursing him, but someone cursing his parents—he could not bear it.
He suddenly stood on the bed, screaming, "Where are you hiding, you cowardly bitch?! You fucking bastard, show yourself, you motherfucker!"
There was a beautiful vase near his bed. He threw it.
With a loud sound, it broke.
George started punching here and there. "You motherfucker, show yourself!"
Both of them started equally cursing each other.
George could clearly hear a voice but couldn't find him.
While he was cursing, two maidservants came running.
"Young master! Young mas—"
Before they could finish, they were shocked to see George cursing on his own and throwing punches in the air.
They started screaming, "Someone come! The young master—young master has gone mad! Someone please see!"
George looked at them with a dumbfounded expression.
"…Oh shit."
"No, no… leave me alone. I am not mad!"
George was trying his best to free himself, but they tied him very tightly with rope.
George was shocked at how strong these people were, and he couldn't even put up any resistance.
There were three muscular, buffy men standing in front of George, along with the two maidservants from earlier.
George was tied tightly with rope and was on his bed.
One of the maidservants said, "Young master, please calm yourself. We will find a way to cure you. Soon Madam will come."
That pissed George to the core.
"You slut! Whom are you calling mad? I am not mad! And first of all, who the fuck are you people? And why are you so concerned about whether I am mad or not? Why are you calling me young mas—"
One of the guards said, "Young master has surely gone mad. Let's also tie his mouth."
They forcefully tied George's mouth.
George didn't try to put up any resistance anymore.
(Wait… is this reincarnation? That I have read in fantasy novels? Like how a poor boy reincarnates as a prince and marries a very beautiful princess, who doesn't like the prince at first, but ultimately falls in love with him…)
George was musing. He was blushing; his whole face was red.
On the other side, the guards and maidservants were shocked and feeling sorrow at the pitiful situation of their young master.
In George's past life, he often got bored, and he used to read lots of novels. His most favourite genre was romance.
He just loved it.
George was diving in his own-made fantasy when their so-called "Madam" came, saying, "Son,my son, are you okay?"
George was quite shocked at the woman's appearance, as she looked exactly like his real mother. But her hair color was slightly different—this woman's hair was completely black, while his mother's hair was a little red. Also, something was telling him that she was not his mother.
When the "Madam" tried to come closer to George and hug him, George stopped her, giving her a cold look. "Hey, woman, who are you? Why are you coming closer to me?"
The "Madam" was shocked. She couldn't help but think of something else. Although after that incident, her son used to give her cold looks, he had never declined to accept her as his mother. But today was different. Yesterday, when her son was in her embrace and telling her not to leave again, she thought he had turned back to normal. But now, she could see that he hadn't turned normal—rather, he had changed even more.
She said, "What happened to my son? Someone call a doctor. I want the best doctor of the continent to come immediately."
A guard came and said, "Madam, we will inform him. It will take two to three days for his arrival."
Another guard came near the Madam and said something in her ear. She was shocked and said, "Hmm… it can be a possibility…
"if it really happened to him, we should leave him alone for some time. Maybe it would help him recover, but you should keep an eye on him from a distance.
After that, she left.
Before leaving, she said to George, "My son, I don't know what happened to you, but whoever did this to you, I will extract every drop of blood from their body and destroy their whole family and estate. I will not spare even a child."
George could clearly feel the killing intent in her eyes, so he knew it wouldn't be appropriate to say anything now
"Alwo You should go out and get some fresh air, and don't go out of the estate. Your father will return in a few days."
everyone left him alone.
George watched everyone leave, but after some time, he realized something.
"Fuck! They forgot to untie me…"
Suddenly, a laughing sound came from somewhere.
"Ahahahaha… hahahaha… ahahahahahah…"
The sound was laughing as if he were laughing at a joker. From the way he laughed, George could feel that he was enjoying George's pitiful situation so much.
"Your situation is really pitiful. I think heaven is punishing you for possessing something this lord had his eyes on," the mysterious voice said.
This time, unlike before, George didn't get ferocious. In the past, when he got furious, it was actually not his personality to get mad over such small things. It was unlike him, and he didn't know why it happened.
He respectfully asked, "May I know who Your Excellency is, and where you are hiding?"
The mysterious voice started laughing again.
"Ahahaha… hahaha… you don't even know where I am? Wanna know? I am in your head. Cut open your head and you can see me. Ahahaha… hahahaha…"
Then George said in a serious tone, "Sir, please stop joking."
The voice also stopped laughing and said in a more serious and scary tone, "I am also not joking. I am really in your head. If we say it more accurately, I am in your mind and soul—or more precisely, I am in your spirit sea."
George was shocked. "What the fuck is this man saying? Mind and soul? Spirit sea? Is he have some screw loose?"
The voice came again.
"I don't know from which place or world you came, nor how you managed to possess this body. But I think your world was not of such a higher realm. It was probably a lower realm, as I can tell from your reaction. You don't even know the 'C' of cultivation."
"Cultivation?"
(Is this the cultivation he had read about in various novels? He was quite excited after hearing it.)-George mused
"Can you please explain?"
"And why should I? What benefit will I get if I explain it to you?"
George thought for some time, then figured something out, as he was a smart person. He said, "If you are staying in this so-called spirit sea of mine and not leaving, I think you are trapped. And you couldn't leave, also the key to your freedom is related to this so-called cultivation thing, right?"
The voice said, "Hehehe… you are really smart. Yes, it does have something to do with cultivation. Your cultivation is too low—or more accurately, you don't have any cultivation base at all. You are a normal mortal, and as a result, your spirit sea is still locked."
"But it is also strange that you even have a spirit sea as a mortal, though it is locked."
"Mortal? And what is this cultivation level thing?"
"You really don't know anything about cultivation. I also don't know much about this world, but from the density of spiritual energy that I can feel, this world's maximum cultivation level should be Around the Soul Primordial level. But if a heaven-defying genius is born, he could even break through to Astral Manifestation…"
"Whoa… that's quite interesting. Can you explain?"
"Why are you even asking that? If I want to get my freedom back, I have to help you break through to a higher realm. But right now, this should not be your concern."
"This so-called Madam of this family said your so-called father will return soon. But I should tell you—your father will not return."
"Rather, your doom will return in the face of your father."