If you were to ask me, all the bad things started happening when my mother died giving birth to my younger sister. Not only did mom died, but my sister also had complications. She had Atrial Septal Defect, at which she was born with a hole in her heart.
My father did everything to save her. He did everything to pay for my sister's treatment, and so is my mom's funeral. But his everything doesn't seem to be enough.
My sister needed a big operation. A heart transplant. This was one of the few times where I could say 'lucky' in my life because we already a heart donor. Normally, it would take months, even years to find a donor so this is very important. But we didn't have the money for it, and if we don't hurry the heart would go to someone else.
That was when, one night, I was taking care of my sister as my father went to work. But I remember it being so late but he hasn't returned yet.
When he finally came back, I could still remember the distraught on my father's face. But then he ushered to me and said in a shaky voice.
"Son, we have the money."
I remember being confused but happy at the same time. And in the next day, we were finally able to send my sister for operation.
When it ended, it was one of the few happy moments in my life when the doctor said it was a success.
A few days after that was a blur, I was taking care of my sister at the hospital as she recovers. But father visited less and less, sometimes there were even days when he would be gone. But every time he came back, he seems fine so did not worry too much about it.
It was the day when my sister was finally discharged and we came home that my life would start becoming a living hell for me.
When we came back home, there were men that I did not recognize in our house. And I did not like them one bit.
The next thing that happend was one of my many traumas. They dragged me and my sister from my father. And that's was also my first time seeing a real gun. They beat up my father in front of me so much I couldn't even bear to look as hug my sister to protect her.
They seem to have come up of an agreement with my father as they left, and by the next days my father would come home rarely. But there was this man that said he would be the one taking care of us as my father was out to work.
To say that he took care of use was a blunt lie. He would often just lay around watching TV and get drunk. At those times I would do my best to keep my sister away from him as he has the tendency to be violent.
But then one day he seemed to receive a call from some 'boss'. And that was the second time I saw a real gun.
I covered my sister from his sight as he said.
"No hard feelings kid. Just doing my job."
"No! Don't! Dad would..." I yell back in panic but...
"Hmph! What can your father do? He's dead."
That's the first day of my life that I felt true sorrow and despair.
I could only hug my sister a little tighter and shut my eyes. I could not help let out a loud sob as I hear him loading his magazine.
"Wait! Wait! I... I-I... I can work!" In my panic I blurted those words.
"Hahaha what can a kid do?" With a laugh of ridicule he continued to point the gun at me.
At that moment all I could think about is my sister. I didn't care for anything else.
"A-anything! Anything you want! Just don't kill me, and my sister. Not her." Shaky and desperate that's all I could say but thankfully that seem to convince the man.
He took his gun and lifted my face with it.
"You do have a face on you kid. We can work with that." I did not like his smirk at that time at all.
Pathetic. I know. But that moment is the proudest moment in my life.
I was able to protect her. And that's all that mattered to me.
I was sixteen at that time. So I thought I could to something. But the next day he took me to some places. He said he would take care of my sister. I was hesitant but didn't have a choice. He got me to dress up and do my hair and everything.
That's the start of my life as a con man. I would seduce women to have them drop their guards. Then when they're not looking I would take their credit cards, wallet, phone, their jewelry. Anything valuable. And then I would make my escape. All those things of course went to that man. I did not care, I just didn't want him to hurt my sister.
That went on for years then. I met their boss, and he promised me nothing would happen to my sister if I worked for him. They have her then, so I did not have a choice. I just followed what they wanted blindly.
To say that it was the worst would be a lie. Because then I was listed to the police's most wanted list. And there were also a bunch of women and their families after me. We would often relocate and move to other cities but the same things happened. And we would move again. I felt like I had no place in the world.
I knew it was all wrong, but if I don't do it then they would kill me then my sister. She was all I could think about. I wasn't able to see her for years, but her voice over the phone is what held me together whenever I was overwhelmed with my guilt.
I did try to fight back and do something but every time I do they would send me pictures of my sister's body covered in bruises and cuts. I wanted to kill them, but how can I?
It was then at that one night in a club when my whole world finally collapse.
I don't know how it got out that we were there. The police arrived and we were all arrested. Before that the guys of course fought back firing their guns. I couldn't do anything at that moment. All I could think about was to escape.
Of course, why would they let me. I was not sure who was it that shot me but I'm pretty it came from the guys.
"You bastard! You must be the one that tipped us off! Die!" Shouted that same hateful man.
When it all ended and they were finally restrained for the police, I knew it was too late for me. I lost too much blood and my vision is getting blurry. Someone put me on a stretcher and took me away. But as we pass by those guys I just had to know.
"... M-my... My sis-... sister... whe-re?" I already put all my strength on that sentence. But it still came out like that.
And that same hateful guy then replied.
"HAHAHAHA! You're sister? Hahaha! She's dead! Looooong ago!" As if mockingly, that's what he said.
If I wasn't literally dying. I would be feeling like it.
"B-but...! " Sputtering blood I demanded.
"We made made someone act. You were a great source of money after all. Hahahaha!"
Ever heard of someone being thankful they were about to die?
That's me at that moment.
That. Is my previous life.
I had been laying here for so long and I couldn't move anything. No matter how much I tried.
What is this?
During this time some visions would pass by my head. They seem to be in first person view.
Are these memories? So I reincarnated as someone else?
According to these I should be a 5 year-old boy that got hit by a car.
There's a scene that seems to be the most recent. It's a scene of the original owner waking up in a hospital then suddenly having a sizzure.
I don't know but I'm pretty sure he died at that moment. Must be the same time my soul took over.
Okay. So, how should I do this?
Last time the system opened when the angel waved his hand. But I can't move.
Do I say system? Can't talk.
D*mn it! Think!
You read novels and played some games before. How to summon the system in those?
Status?
Health: 50/100
Strength: 5/100
Agility: 1/100
Magic: 20/100
Vitality: 37/100
Charm: 10/100
Intelligence: 75/100
Points to distribute: 50
Market points: 100
Abilities: None
So I'm half dead, huh? Makes sense, I guess.
Let me distribute some points to that...
No, no, no.
Let's be smart about this. If this is like those games then I would recover my health naturally.
How to fasten recovery rate?
Vitality. Right!
It's at 37. Isn't that pretty low? At this rate it'll take ages to recover! Gah! Okay!
Health: 50/100
Strength: 5/100
Agility: 1/100
Magic: 20/100
Vitality: 67/100
Charm: 10/100
Intelligence: 75/100
Points to distribute: 20
Market points: 100
Abilities: None
There now all I have to do is wait 'till it recovers my health naturally.
Health: 85/100
Strength: 29/100
Agility: 15/100
Magic: 35/100
Vitality: 67/100
Charm: 10/100
Intelligence: 75/100
Points to distribute: 20
Market points: 100
Abilities: None
It must've took a day to get to that point. I'm bored as f*ck!
In the mean time I fiddled around on the system. I could move it with my mind. Anyways, I could only scroll on the Market. Since there's this Market points I figured there would be this thing.
It's triggered if I have the system on and mentions the Market. In it there's a bunch of stuff. Abilities, pills (such as health and magic pills; for 5 market points it gives 20 points additional on health and magic, there's also strength, agility and pills; for 5 market points it gives a boost of 20 points to strength and agility for 10 minutes).
I guess that means that health and magic are an 'amount' you have left. While strength and agility are the level you have on that aspect.
And yes! There's magic in this world! Well the angel did say that this world is the the most aware of the God's and their teachings. They're closeness to them must have something to do with that.
But then again I'm just guessing here.
There is also a function of exchanging market points for distributable points. It's a 1=1 ration too.
Anyways the best this is, in the market there's a whole bunch of list of blueprints!
They are blueprints of different techs from my old world! How cool is that? Thank the Goddess!
Okay, enough of that. I think it's finally time to wake this body.
Slowly and carefully I flutter my eyes open. It's cliché that you would be blinded by lights when you open them from a sleep in the hospital after all.
Well as expected, the lights are too much for my eyes. It burns!
There's no one around. Shouldn't there be at least a nurse? Where's my father and mother? Their son just got a car accident and they're not here?
My whole body aches as expected. I feel really weak, that's also expected. But still with much effort I managed to move and sit on my bed.
"Eh...?" My throat burns with just that. It's super dry. My voice is also raspy.
But that's not the issue right now! This is not the body of a 5 year-old kid!
How long has this body slept for?
The cracking of the door took my mind out of that. There a nurse just came in.
She, probably in shock to see me awake stared at me her eyes widening. I, on the otherhand stared back at her just because.
My mind feels like mush. Blank. Must be because of the long sleep.
"... C-can I.. have water... please?" With my throat super dry, I could only raspily say that.
"D-doctor! Doctor Edevane!" She immediately rush out the door.
"...water?"
"Your son is awake!" I hear her voice distantly yell that.
"..."
Right after that I hear loud footsteps coming closer. And with a loud bang from opening the door, a blond late 30s woman in a white coat barges.
"Aziel?" That must be me.
She rashes here, with a flashlight on hand. She checks my eyes with that, standard procedure. While the nurse with her check my pulse.
"Mom?" She is older than what the are in the memories of the original Aziel but that's just a testimony of how long this body has been asleep for.
"How do you feel?" She asks.
"Soar. Everywhere. And thirsty." I replied.
"That's normal honey. You've been asleep for so long. Nurse go get some water." Her soft voice as if conforming a baby when talking to me changes to a strict one when talking to the nurse. With that the nurse went out the room.
"How long?" I ask again.
"11 years honey." She kissed my head while saying that.
"That's long." I blurted out my thought in bewilderment.
11 freaking years?!
"It is honey. You have a lot to catch up on." She giggled at me while a stray tear left her eye.
"..."
Its nice to have a mother. It's been so long since I experienced the love of a mother. I feel like crying at the memory of my mom from my previous life. But she must have misunderstood as she hugs me tightly seeing that.
The nurse finally came back with a glass of water. And I finished that in one breath with how dry my throat is.
"Now we're going to have to run some test and exercises, okay? We need to see if there's anything wrong with you."
"Yes."
After that, they run various tests on me. I noticed the medical instruments on this hospital isn't as advanced as in my old world. I'm starting to see the difference. Anyways, they mostly checked if there's anything wrong with my locomotor functions. But it's just a bit hard to walk now since I slept for so long.
Its like I need to learn how to walk again. Being bed ridden for 11 years have weaken my legs. And I also need to get used to this body.
My father visited that same night I woke up with two children, a boy and a girl in tow. It seems Aziel gained 2 siblings without him knowing by sleeping for 11 years. They are Luke and Nicole Edevane. Two cute kids. They're very skeptical at interacting with me though. Well this is they're first time interacting with their older brother.
By the way, my mother's name is Katherine Edevane, a late 30s blondie. She's pretty with her gold-like eye color, very charming. And my father is Richard Edevane. A bremond haired early 40s man with a stature that indicates he goes to the gym. Eyes a clear blue and sharp facial features.
Anyways, I'm skinny as hell. That's what happen when you only take liquid food for 11 years and no exercises. But looking at kids and the parents I should have pretty good genes when it comes to looks. I do have my father's hair and my mom's eyes.
I am to undergo therapy to regain my locomotor functions, to do that I would need to regain muscles on my legs by exercising.
And then...
Mission:
Be able to walk by yourself.
Rewards:
5 Stat points
10 Market points
Oh shit for real?
I can't believe I'm getting my first mission this early.
"Aziel. Do you need something from home? Your computer?" My father asks.
"Yes please!" I jumped at the opportunity.
I don't know anything about this world after all. I would need to study a lot if I plan to bring them innovation.
This world is more like an alternate universe rather than a whole new world entirely. At least from what I could see so far that's what I can deduce. The main difference is obviously magic. On that area I'm entirely clueless so I need to research on that.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
My father would apparently be taking care of me since I am now awake. I heard the kids are temporarily being taken care of our grandparents back home. My mother took them home earlier when they fell asleep when her shift ended.
Only one person is allowed to remain to take care of a patient. And dad had to fight with mom for her to finally go home and rest.
I heard she's been here since 'I' had a sizzure. And had been working nonstop for 2 days since then. In the end, I had to be the one to tell her to go home and rest for her to give up.
Its night now and I have nothing to do. So I turned on the TV in the room instead. I don't really feel like sleeping. I've done nothing but sleep for 11 years so I'll pass.
"..."
"The war of the Holy Kingdom and Brimind Republic..." Click.
"The friction between the Church of Earth and the Church of Wind..." Click.
"The battle of attrition within largest tribes of the Selvet Union..." Click!
"Haahhh..." I sigh in exhaspiration.
"Man people of this world really do love to fight, don't they?"