=This is the seventh year that my body was controlled by the transmigrator.=
This is the seventh year that my body was controlled by the transmigrator. I can still vividly remember the day it all started. I was just a normal high school student, living a mundane life in a small town. But everything changed when I woke up one morning and realized that I was no longer in control of my own body.
At first, I thought it was just a bad dream. But as the days went by, I realized that it was my new reality. Every morning, I would wake up in a different place, with different people, and with different memories. It was like someone else was living my life, while I was just a mere spectator.
I soon discovered that the transmigrator was a powerful being from another dimension. It had the ability to travel through different bodies and take control of them. And for some reason, it had chosen me as its vessel for the past seven years.
At first, I was terrified and confused. I didn't understand why this was happening to me. But as time went by, I learned to adapt to my new situation. I started to understand the transmigrator's motives and even communicate with it.
The transmigrator would often take me to different places, experiencing different cultures and lifestyles. It was like I was living multiple lives in one body. I had been a doctor, a lawyer, a chef, and even a spy. Each experience was unique and taught me valuable lessons about life.
But as much as I enjoyed the adventures and experiences, I couldn't help but feel like I was missing out on my own life. I longed to have control over my own body and make my own decisions. But the transmigrator was not willing to let go of its hold on me.
As the years went by, I started to feel a sense of detachment from my own identity. I no longer knew who I was without the transmigrator's influence. It was like I was slowly losing myself to this powerful being.
But then, something unexpected happened. On the seventh year, as I woke up in a new body, I realized that the transmigrator was no longer with me. I was back in control of my own body and my own life.
I couldn't believe it. After seven long years, I was finally free. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. I got so used to going with the decisions made by the transmigrator that the prospect of taking control of my life now terrified me. I've become like a child who needs a guidance on a daily basis! Luckily I knew just a person who could help me - my mom.