So... Where and how should I begin?
What about how I ended up in another world?
Yeah! That should be a good start.
So, I am Leonis Ashford. But that isn't my real name. My original name was Rayford William. Why the change you ask? Well, I had been an unlucky person. Constantly struck by bad luck or straight up disaster.
My mom died during my delivery at birth. My dad followed soon after dying from overworking, trying to raise me without anyone from either side of the family wanting to help because they married without their approval.
At age of 6 I was raised at an orphanage but that didn't last long either when the orphanage suddenly lost funding and at the end burned down from an accident. Wherever I go, bad luck follows as people around me label me as a Bearer of Misfortune.
From one orphanage to another. They all inevitably meet bad ends due to me. People went from usually avoiding me to beating and lashing out on me for my aura of misfortune. I was forced to move to another city by an older man who pitied me but also couldn't bear the misfortune I caused to people around me.
From then I started to live in the underworld, involved with gangs and shit because the society cannot accept me. I also realized my presence to them is unwanted and I better of staying away from them. So, I change my name and lived under the light of the society.
At the age of 12, I was picked up by a gang member and made to do dirty work for them in exchange for money. It's indispensable if anyone wants to even survive in this world.
Surprisingly, I lasted longer with the gang than in the orphanages. No one really knows about my apparent 'aura of misfortune' and I learn later that my supposed misfortune didn't affect myself personally but it only affects those around me. I learn to take advantage of this on the line of my work, doing dirty work for the gang that picked me up.
The most memorable moment is when my misfortunes caused a police raid on the gang to fail catastrophically when they tried to save me as a minor suspected to be used by the gang for their operations. But having me on their side causes misfortune to affect them. The carefully planned raid fell apart when the SWAT team all simultaneously had their gun jammed during a heated gun fight and the gang quickly killed them off effortlessly.
At the age of 18, or the present time. The time closest to my untimely death.
It was any normal day, I spent locked up in my apartment playing games since the gang I stayed with had met their end due to none other than my aura of misfortune they weaponized to sabotage their enemies. I parted with them with quite a large sum of money. Enough that I could probably live without ever needing to work anymore.
Suddenly, someone appeared. He just suddenly burst through the door of my apartment out of nowhere and called me Ray. I already changed my name to Leonis Ashford and threw out the name that bears misfortune. No one should know my real name and relate it to the present me. Yet this guy somehow did and somehow wielded magic.
Since I used to be in a gang, I have several ways of escaping in case someone is coming for me. I ran to my balcony before jumping off my balcony without hesitation. I landed in the community pool below and saw the man staring at me from my balcony before walking away.
I have no illusion that he stopped pursuing me as I climbed off the pool and ran to a secret stash where I hid a set of clothes and quickly changed before fleeing the apartment complex. However, with our little game of cat and mouse. I could never shake him off as if he could always sense my location.
Finally, the chase ended with me standing on top of a tall building. The man is there lookin at me with indifference.
"Rayford William, age 18, an orphan and ex gang member. Born with a power to cause others surrounding him but himself misfortune." The man read out my history while maintaining the same indifference as if he is looking at a dead person.
"Fuck off man! What do you want from me? My money? Take it. Just stop chasing me like this." I said while gasping for air after running for hours non stop from this guy.
At that moment, I thought he was just someone that had a grudge against me from my time as a gang member. But I was wrong. The magic he used which I thought were my eyes playing on me was real.
"Money? I do not need something useless like that." The man said and pulled off goddamn Darth Vader Force Choke on me before continuing talking. "What I want is to rid this multiverse from pestilence like you, you abominable Type Ray." He said with a voice seething with hatred and bloodlust. Then a milky white mist gathered in his left hand before a grotesque tool appeared in his hand.
"What bullshit you are t- Hurk! Ugh…"
I choked and gasped for air while futilely trying to break free from the invisible hand that was choking me but it was futile. I watch him approaching me with the grotesque saw in his hand which turns into a blade after activating a certain mechanism.
"If you want something to blame then blame your progenitor for creating abominations like you, a pestilence that is plaguing this reality like a stubborn disease." The man said before he swung his tool of murder.
My head felt light. The pain barely registered before I fell to the ground, feeling my brain become slow and shutting down from the lack of oxygen. The last thing I saw was my headless body falling right next to me as a flask was thrown and shattered on the concrete floor and burst into fire.
There you have it, that's how I end up dead. Not exactly how I ended up in another world but I also didn't know much.
The man appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be a pestilence and disease before killing me and I woke up later in a totally foreign place. The only thing I know is that the Type Ray thing the man babbles about is real and a Type Ray cannot die as someone informed me. Instead, once they die, they will be reincarnated or in my case, were transmigrated into another world.
Cool… but why is this exhibitionist girl wearing anything but a shirt to cover her chest and black tapes on her nipples keep babbling something about killing Great Red and reclaiming silence?
Gods only know…
(Jk. God is Dead - Nietzsche)