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This story uses AI to improve grammar and provide a better reading experience. English is not my strongest language, so I relied on it. I also don't just copy and paste. Sometimes I rephrase the text to make it more readable, so I hope you understand :D
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In a large room, there was a young man with a pale face. He looked almost dead because of his appearance.
But slowly, his pale skin turned rosy and finally that dead person woke up. The first thing he did was look around.
When he saw the unfamiliar place, he was confused about where he was.
"Where the heck am I?"
Before he could understand anything, a sudden pain hit him. and this pain was worse than death.
His mind felt like it was being injected with lots of memories that didn't belong to him. It was a lot to handle for someone like him.
From his childhood all the way to the present, everything flooded in.
"Ahhh!" he groaned on the king-size bed, writhing in pain as he held his hand to his face.
Tears began to pour down his face as he processed everything, and finally, it began to subside.
When everything was fully incorporated and buried deep in his soul, he was shocked to find out what had happened.
"Ain't no way, is this a new kind of effect from marijuana?" he said, a hand on his face filled with disbelief.
The memories he had absorbed were from a young man named Alexander, a useless person in the whole Demacian Kingsom.
He was born into a noble household from the House of Versalious. His father is the duke of the Northern Border of the Demacian Kingdom.
As the only son, he had everything in life, like endless riches, women, power, and more.
Because the Versalious family is considered top-notch among the three noble houses when it comes to strength and number of soldiers, they are feared by all other houses.
As the son of such a powerful father, he could not help but wonder why the son was so useless.
Then, after looking through the memories, he found the reason.
When he was young, he loved to train to become a man like his father. But he experienced an accident, likely an ambush.
When he saw how people died and how swords struck into their bodies, it traumatized him so much that to escape it, he decided to drown himself in isolation.
And that led to many bad habits, like becoming a drunkard, a womanizer, and even committing embezzlement and using his father's name for silly games.
"What kind of trouble have I put myself into?" Alexander said with a helpless expression.
That's right, his name is also Alexander. If you think the two have nothing in common, there actually is.
He was also born into a powerful family, the young master of the Osborn family in the capital.
He was a lively person, but when his parents died in a plane crash, his uncle stole his rights to the company while kicking him out, and even his childhood fiancée betrayed him, losing all hope in life.
He was 18 at that time when it happened, so he was not mentally strong.
After all of that, he drowned himself in sorrow, trying different kinds of bad habits like booze and drugs.
This continued for years until an old man came to him.
"Hey young man, I have a newly imported drug here. Do you want to try it?" the old man said, sitting right beside him.
Currently he was under a bridge, which he called home that is totally made out of cardboard boxes.
Seeing the paper where the marijuana was inside, Alexander whose eyes were filled with hopelessness, simply took it and handed the man the money he had.
After taking it, he did not open it yet. He looked at the stream, filled with endless "what ifs."
The old man stood right beside him quietly, then broke the silence.
"Are you still thinking about them? Can't you really let go of it? It's already been five years, but it seems that you still can't learn to let go," the old man said.
Alexander hearing the old man's nagging, did not reply as he only reply with a shook of his head.
"Then tell me what is it that you really want in order for you to move on with your life?" he said nonchalantly, looking at him deeply.
Seeing the old beggar's eyes, Alexander looked back at the stream and endless wishes and longing came flooding in his mind.
"Does it need to be asked old man? What I want in this life is to be together with my family. I want to restart everything and become the son they are proud of, live a life, and die filled with pride," he said, his eyes showing brilliance.
But after he was done it lost its brilliance, "That is what I want," he emphasized.
"Haha," the old man laughed while caressing his worn-out and dirty beard.
"Alright then, why don't you try that imported drug I got for you? It's very sweet and can bring your mind to cloud nine," he said with a laugh.
Alexander just smiled, feeling inexplicably good whenever he was with this old man. He had known him for years, and even though he was a bit of a lunatic, having company wasn't bad.
Opening the paper and seeing the drug, he sniffed it. When he did, he felt his mind clear all of a sudden.
He suddenly felt lighter, and his eyes slowly began to lose the strength to stay open.
The last thing he saw was the old beggar's eyes turn white as he stared at him. Then his body turned to ashes as he disappeared from the world.
"Hope what you wished will be achieved from this chance I give you kid," the old man chuckled.
As he stood up and pulled out another drug in his hand, when the smell came to his nose, he was stupefied.
"Oh no, I've given him the wrong drug," he said.
Quickly extending his hand and opening a void in front of him. But when he was about to step inside, the heavens trembled clearly stopping him in his tracks.
"Shit, what trouble have I given that kid just now? I gave him the transmigration drug, not the rebirth drug. I also forgot to give him some cheats to survive in that world," he sighed, realizing that if he was going to break through in the future, this would become his hurdle.
Because the heavens were blocking his path from catching the brat's soul traveling in the endless void, he had no choice but to pray that he would be okay.
Another reason he didn't give him any cheats was because, with five years of knowledge of the future, he could turn his life around by himself.
So who needs some cheats, but if he was in a different world then that's a problem.
"Golden Rule, can you at least give me this chance to take his soul back? I promise that I will not do anything for the next centuries," he begged.
In reply, the heavens trembled, scaring all of the people around the city.
Clearly, its reply was no. So the only thing he could do to help was to break through much faster, find the kid, and bring him back to his own world.
Then give him the rebirth drug so he could start again. If the kid suffered, it would give him a nightmare and ruin his cultivation itself.
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Alexander, who was in the room, of course did not know this. But what he did know was that the old man must have given him poison and not a drug.
But he was not mad at the old man. Since he was so old, he must have been scammed of his money. As he tried to adjust to everything, the door slowly opened.
After that, a man stepped inside.
He wore an elegant black suit, perfectly fitted to his tall and imposing frame. Silver hair fell neatly to the sides of his stern face, and sharp grey eyes.
Even the air seemed to grow heavier with his presence. His gloved hands moved calmly as he adjusted the leather on his fingers, the faint sound of stretching fabric echoing in the quiet room.
"Young Master, Duke is calling for you in his office" he said like a robot executing a command.