The abandoned tunnel lit up with the flicker of a cigar. Five men in black suits surrounded me, who looked outmatched by these professional henchmen. "What do you want?" The boss asked slyly while tapping his mahogany walking stick on the ground like he was drawing circles around him to ensure that this boy didn't escape from their grasp unscathed.

A thug-like debt collector walked up to me and said, 'I bet you have not paid your debts today!'" he growled. "If I'm right then tomorrow is a day that will never happen."

"Have you ever seen someone who's been beaten by thugs?" the man continued as he glared at me with his bulging eyes before turning around abruptly on his heavy black boots. He was talking about punks in gangs or biker clubs but it didn't matter because they all had one thing in common: violence!

The man's face turned red with anger, and he hit me hard on the head. "Do you know what?" he said as blood poured from my forehead onto his shoes. I stared at him in disbelief for a moment before scrambling to pick up what was left of my dignity off the ground."If you don't have money then you need to pay it back by giving one of your organs!"

Pah!

Pah!

The sound of his fist against my face rang in the air. I felt a mix of anger, fear, and adrenaline course through me as he hit me again to more hits while taunting me about how much it will hurt when they get their hands on my throat with a baseball bat.

A bat was coming from the sky, and it felt like my time had come. The pain in my body grew with every move I made until everything faded to blackness.

I died.

***

[Starting operation...]

[Transmigrating complete]

***

"He wakes up!"

Upon waking up, he heard someone shouting with joy. He thought that this meant that he had died and gone to the afterlife; but what is pain on his head?

"I'm so thankful you saved my life but what happens to the men in black suits?"

I asked the old man who seems like a homeless.

"Who are those men in black suits? And why do you have to talk like that?"

The old man seemed to be confused with the young boy's words.

"I think I was killed by those bastards and you were the one who saved me. So, where are they? I don't know who you are but thank you."

I blacked out for a second as my head began to pound. I tried standing up, but couldn't since the pain was too great, and toppled over onto the ground again.

"What the hell are talking about?" The old man replied with a shocked expression on his face. "You're my grandson! And this is our house!"

"This?" He looked around curiously. The old man had called it a house, but to him this was just an oddly lopsided hut that would likely collapse any day now.

"You are my grandfather? Seriously, can you stop joking around?" I said to him while trying desperately to find my phone in the pocket of these bloody clothes that are not mine. "Where's my goddamn cell phone?!"

"Grandfather? Seriously, can you stop joking around?" I said to him while trying desperately to find my phone in the pocket of these bloody clothes that are not mine. "Where's my goddamn smart phone?!"

Those bastads might get my phone but what about this cloth? I didn't think they had enough time to change my cloth for fun but I was sure the blood stain on it was mine.

"I don't know what the smart phone is but I can understand you are having a problem with memory as your was hit" He replied.

Then it made me curious enough to ask the old man "What happen to me?"

"You found a gem stone and those cruel people tried to rob it. You almost died trying to protect the gem." The man who claimed he was my grandfather had a solemn expression on his face as he told me that story.

"Why would I risk my life for just a gem stone?"

The old man gave me a strange look. Maybe he thought that this question caused some trauma to my memory.

"Because we are slaves and that gem stone can make us a free man" He said while offered me a cup of water.

"Slaves?"

"Yes, we are slaves of Baron Urien Roper. Your parent died in mine to protect you ten years ago. So, we're all enslaved for three generations now. That's why it didn't surprise me when I saw your reluctance to hand over that gem stone."

He paused for a moment and continued.

"However, your life is more precious than any gemstone. I beg you to never do it again.

He shuddered at the thought of losing such a family members in this dangerous world they currently resided in and finished off with another plea:

"Please keep living for your parents sake."

I was looking into the water and saw a face that resembled me but it had some key differences. I looked to see if this could be my doppelganger, or an image of myself from years ago before life happened. Unfortunately for me, the reflection in front of me belonged to someone much younger than I am now - probably around 16-17 years old so there would have been plenty time for our lives' circumstances to diverge greatly by now as well!

"Well, what is my name?"

His grandfather smiled and replied, "Elen Berthou."