Martin stood in front of the pathway that led to Axton's house with a bag of cash in his hands and he let out a sigh.
The house wasn't anything to write home about. It was a small building, it was in the middle of garden, it looked like it was built in a way that it stood out from the other houses in the street.
It had a wide area of land, either that or some people deliberately moved their house away from it because of the way it looked.
Martin couldn't blame them, the house looked like it belonged to a hundred century year old ghost with the decayed wood, worn out paint and overgrown grass.
The garden, or what looked like a garden had grown and covered a large area of the field, he was sure it was almost touching the windows of the house.
"How the hell did this boy live here with a peaceful mind?" Martin asked himself as he walked around the house.
Why did the family head even want something like this?
What was so special in this property?
He wasn't used to this kind of environment. He was brought up in a freaking palace not a rotting old wooden corpse of a house.
"Maybe he didn't do much because he did not want visitors, I just hope the inside would be a lot better." Martin grumbled, he pushed the door of the house.
"Unlocked?" He half expected a ghost to lunge at him and possess his body, and he half expected the mechanism of a trap to chop off his head.
Martin gulped and rubbed his neck, he preferred his head being attached back to his body.
The house was dark, and a strange stench hit his nostril.
"Something definitely died here." Martin held his nose as he worked further.
The room smelt like a room where an animal died and it's bones were still around somewhere but the mother in the house couldn't find the source of the smell, so she proceeded to washing the entire house with six bottles of cleansing liquid and now it was far worse.
Martin couldn't care less though, at least he wasn't going to be living here all his life, he was going to overthrow the Family head and take over his family
He walked in the darkness, his hands moving frantically, trying to search for something on the walls.
"According to the memories, there's supposed to be some sort of light switch around… Ha! found it. "
The light immediately came on as he pressed the switch, it flickered as if teatening the poor man who looked like he couldn't take any more of this suffering.
"Please just stay on. Please."
As if answering the boy's pleas, the flickering stopped and the light was steady.
It was mid-day by the time Martin had finished cleaning up Axton's room. He searched for a telephone, at least, they be able to afford a telephone right?
However his hopes were dashed because he found nothing like a telephone. He had wanted to call a gardener to get rid of all the weeds but he couldn't find a telephone, he didn't even know the number of a gardener.
"I need a bath." Martin said as he walked to what looked like a bathroom, he looked at his mirror and marveled at his body's new features.
This body was handsome, even more than his own body back in his former life, the body just needed a bit of grooming.
He knew Axton had just reached eighteen years old so he had not expected much, but this was pure beauty.
If the boy had a little wealth and prestige, he would be able to grab any lady he wanted, Martin patted himself on the shoulder, he would do his very best to get this body to its full potential.
His jawline was well defined, and clean-shaven. There was no blemish on his skin, his lips were thin yet supple. His eyes had a light blue shade, but his hair was a bit grey in colour.
Martin ran his hands through his light grey hair, the blood stains from his wounded head had dried up and they had stuck to his forehead.
He opened the tap, but there was no sound of water rushing.
"Oh fuck me!" He said as he frowned, imagine he didn't even have water.
Just then a sputter came out from the tap, as if it was desperately trying to come back to life, then a few seconds later, water started to rush down from the faucet.
Finally, he could take a well deserved, the only thing was that the water was icy cold.
He was used to bathing with well prepared hot or lukewarm water in his world.
He was not even the one who washed himself, he had maids to that for him, maids that wore only an apron and a thin underwear. He clenched the basin as he thought of his past life, comparing it with new life.
Then suddenly he heard a crack and looking down, he realized that something had happened to where he had gripped the basin. Releasing his hand, his eyes widened as some pieces of the broken ceramic fell to the floor.
"What the… " Martin said as he stared at the floor, then he raised his hand up to take a good look at it.
Then all of sudden sensation, he felt a sudden sensation in his chest, at first it was a calm, warm feeling, but soon it started to burn causing him to be irritated.
"What is happening to me?" Martin said as he tore the clothes from his body trying to see what was causing the pain in his chest.
Right there, through the mirror, he could see some drawings appearing on his chest, it was a wide drawing with different lines and symbols.
Martin felt like his skin was being cut through, the pain started to increase but Martin could only clench his teeth in pain and keep in the frustration of not being able to scream out his agony.
It was soon going to be over, he told himself.
The pain quickly subsided, and Martin looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes widened.
"I know this symbol." It was exactly like the symbol on the locket that his grandfather had given him, he couldn't mistake it, the intricate and exquisitely carved lines were now etched on his chest.
It looked quite similar to the runes he had been seeing everywhere, was this also a rune?
Was that why the locket had disappeared?
Did it sort of have something to do with his transmigration process?
But how was he to know what type of rune it was?
Martin sighed, Axton never went to school, infact he was too poor to go to school, he never really even had what you'd called a friend. He just kept different acquaintances, those kind of people who would check up once and forget you ever existed.
If he wanted to find out the name of this rune, he needed to go to school but why did the rune appeared on his chest and not on the back of his palm.
Why was it larger than all the other runes? Why didn't he have to go for awakening for something like this?
A lot of questions passed through his head at the same time causing a huge migraine.
He really needed a bath, with that thought in mind, he stepped into the bathtub.
After a flash of water and slow scrubbing of his body, he finally stepped out of the tub.
Taking another look at mirror, he paused and realized that a lot of things had happened to his body. He had grown more in height, he was almost some few inches taller than that six-footer that had been grovelling at the feet of that Princess.
His abs were more defined and toned, his waist had visibly shrunk a little giving him a V-taper before going down to his lower organ.
Well he had to say Axton's body wasn't all that useless when he looked at his gift as it stood straight in front of him.
He draped the towel on his head and started to flex the muscles the rune awakening process had given him. The water droplets caused his muscles to glisten under the light.
"Damn. Watch out Ladies, especially you, my red love." Martin said to himself as he stroked his chin.
He suddenly felt tired, and decided to go to bed.
The moment he jumped on his bed, a sense of regret passed through as the legs of the bed immediately broke due to his uncontrollable new strength, causing the mattress to lay directly on the floor.
He had still not figured out how he had gotten this new strength or how to control it.
It didn't seem like anyone got extra strength after an awakening.
Martin let out a yawn. All that was going to wait till tomorrow.