*Beep* *Beep*
Annoying voices filled the silent and gloomy room, turning down the ominous ambience that permeated it thoroughly till now.
Although a slight, still morning rays began to infiltrate the bleak room from the open window gradually.
"Wuaah..."
With a deep sigh, a young man stood up from the single broken bed that lay in the corner of the room.
Opening his dark, lifeless eyes slightly, he gazed at the bloodstains, staining the floor to the bed in a red hue, oozing a sweet smell that filled the room.
"What a pain in the ass! I should hire a maid or something for this work."
The young man picked up his beeping phone, turned off the alarm, and spoke in an irritated tone.
He touched his swollen cheek and felt a little sensation that caused his face to grimace in pain.
"That bastard really did a number on me..."
As he spoke, a lingering feeling made its way into his stomach, making him puke right then and there.
"Ah, fuck it! What now?"
A few moments passed as he let out all the stuff that he had eaten last night.
Huffing a little, the black-haired young man calmed himself down and lifted his shirt a little to see the nightmare behind his sudden misery.
"T-the fuck is this?"
This young man, or rather Dante, once saw the reason why he vomited so hard, and his eyes widened immediately.
"W-what? Infection? How the fuck this happened in only a single night? I was just fine yesterday..."
Dante couldn't believe his eyes; the injury he received last week, which he thought was healing well, had now deteriorated into something so repulsive that he found it unbearable to look at.
A little late, Dante noticed that his body was all heated up as if someone was cooking him alive.
"Fever? Me? Oh, crap!!"
He stood up, intending to rush toward the entrance of his apartment to seek medical help. However, his foot got entangled with the coagulated blood on the floor, causing him to tumble down, landing right on his face.
Right then and there, 22-year-old Dante lost his consciousness. Due to the forceful impact on his stomach, his Infection also opened up and with the fever and blood loss constantly, he died unconsciously, not knowing how.
...
Estomano Continent, Human country, Crimson Moon Province, Gluanna City, Bloodloom Clan
In a meticulously crafted room within the Bloodloom Clan, Luke, a sixteen-year-old boy rested on the bed, his breathing unsteady, his skin transforming into shades of dark green and blue across his entire body.
"S-shit! I can't move! That bastard must have poisoned me... No, mother... I don't want to die... I haven't slept with my beautiful sisters yet... N-no... M-mother... H-how badly I wanted y-you..."
The silver-haired boy cried out loud as drops of tears started to flow down from his eyes.
His heart filled with despair and agony when he thought about his miserable life. No one gave a damn about him in his clan, not even his biological father. If it wasn't for his Mother and talented Sisters, who stood behind him like a pillar all this time, Luke was sure that he wouldn't have survived this long.
He tried to shout for help multiple times but every time he did his hurting throat forced him to shut down.
It was swollen like hell, rendering him unable to make a noise whatsoever.
Ultimately, all his efforts were meaningless.
A few hours passed, and Luke Bloodloom, the real owner of this body died because of one of the deadliest poisons that can be found in the Crimson Moon Province.
Yet, it didn't end there for him. Just a few moments after his demise, his body began to emit a radiant glow, displaying hues of gold and purple. And, within a minute, all that glow got absorbed inside the dead body.
A few hours more passed, and suddenly all the poison inside Luke's body began to surge out through his fingers.
Next, his body started to convulse ferociously but stopped after a few minutes, and then in one swift motion, the upper half of his body stood up as if it got possessed by a ghost.
"The fuck! Where am I?"
Dante, who thought that he would find himself in some hospital, felt surprised when his gaze fell on the shining ornaments and furniture, filling the room he found himself in. But, just when he noticed that something was weird his eyes widened immediately.
"M-my voice? No, it's not mine! What the fuck is going on? Is that damn whore playing her games on me again?"
Perplexed, Dante tried to stand up but when he did his mouth opened on its own just as his gaze caught the sight of his body.
Hmm... Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Why does my body look small?
No, no, no. No...!! Fuck, it's not true. How??
Jumping on the luxurious bed like a scared cat, Dante suddenly clenched his head when he felt that it had started to hurt pretty bad.
W-what now?
Dante wanted to come outside the room to check if what he thought was true, but the pain in his head abruptly increased to such a degree that his child-like voice automatically came out.
"Aahhh!!!"
Bent on the bed, Dante screamed like a bitch his voice out of control.
The unbearable pain only lasted for a short time, but for him, it was as if an eternity had passed.
"Screw it!! Fuck it!! Why me? Why?"
At last, intense suffering was gone. Relieved, Dante crouched on the bed and closed his eyes which had moisture in them.
The excruciating pain caused him to cry his eyes out unconsciously.
"Whose memories are these? Magic? Luke Bloodloom? No, wait! This bastard jerks off to his mother and sisters! What culture is this? No, that's not important. Did I transmigrate? It only means I died on Earth. Crap!"
Dante was contemplating the memories that he had gained just now, but his loud voice automatically came out from his mouth.
However, he didn't get the time to do that as a mindblowing voice soon reached his ears from outside.
"Luke, are you alright? Why didn't you come to the breakfast? Baby! Are you not feeling well? Can I come in?"
For a moment, Dante didn't know what to say and just began to rummage for the source of that voice inside the memories.
Breakfast? It's morning huh, that voice, clear and soft, must be this guy's mother...
A third Star Magician...
Hm? My heartbeat got faster, is this body responding to her voice?
Oh, right. This guy was into Incest...
I wanted to get accustomed to this body first but it wouldn't happen, I guess.
But why ask so many questions?
Ah, right. She is a protective type.
Hmm? Dear Lord, she is hot...