Deep within an endless darkness a horsey voice too weak to be heard muffles, drawing in deep breath.

Tiny ray of light slowly expanding permit this unending darkness one could even see the silhouette of his own figure

"I'm I still alive" the voice asked both in a confused and dejected tone, not a shred of enthusiasm could be felt from his voice

"Why the hell did i survive, isn't it Unbearable enough already?" The voice asked angrily, ignoring the pain all over his body as he tries to help himself up

Every move he make is accompanied with a surge of unbearable pain, unfortunately this pain isn't new to him. Infact this time around the pain took a couple of step backward since he could move is body way easier than before.

This had been his burden since childhood, its even a miracle he survived up till now. Other with this same curse of his had long died ages ago

He had been diagnosed of Mitochondrial disease since childhood and had bek suffering it for the past 16 years. This disease is a genetic disorder that impacts the function of the mitochondria, leading to energy production deficits and cellular dysfunction. 

It is said to have diverse effects on various bodily systems and is often progressive and challenging to treat. Unfortunately for him he fell in the category of progressive and hard to treat

It was said his strain had no cure thus he had to suffer muscle weakness, fatigue, vision and hearing problems, gastrointestinal issues, developmental delays, and neurological complications ever so often

A burden that disassociated him from the outside world, been placed in an ICU lifestyle. 

He slowly became a core typical otaku, immersed in the world of anime, manga, and video games to escape the loneliness and isolation he felt as a outcast without any friends. 

His only solace were in fictional worlds where heroes conquered insurmountable odds and believed in the power of resilience and courage.

He slowly but surely forgot the world outside as he had never being a part out before now, when he felt he could lead an imaginative life of his fabulous and favorite characters a bit more

Death came knocking, his illness advanced to the last stage which should have taken his life and end his pain and misery

Only for him to somehow have survived it, why would he be happy, what's there to be happy about suffering?

Just when he thought of cussing the heavens and fate for his misfortune, his hazy vision clear, revealing the sight before him.

"What the..." He didn't get the luxury to finish his speech when a splitting headache came smashing in his head, rampaging through his nerve and neuron system

He coughed out a mournful of blood due to the rampage of this foreign energy evading his brain.

After a few minutes of sudden seizure, gnashing and twitching on the hard cold dirty floor

He regained himself along with new influx of information, it turn out he isn't on earth anymore but a world known as Arcanoria

And he now possess the body of a youngster his same age bearing the same name Oliver, has same dark hair that falls in unruly waves over his forehead, complementing his warm hazel eyes.

The only difference is this oliver bears a scar on his left forearm from a childhood, a mark he couldn't tell what it meant or why he had it and a pendant adorned with a radiant gemstone hangs around his neck

Unlike him who is an introvert with a deep sense of curiosity and a hidden well of inner strength. This Oliver is intelligent, compassionate, determined, empathetic, and fiercely loyal to those he cares about, embodying a courage that belies his quiet demeanor.

He is usually called suffering smile because even though he is going through hell being a commoner, his youthful and earnest countenance, accompanied with a soft smile that lights up his face and a thoughtful gaze that hints at the depth of his inner thoughts and emotions never seems to leave his face.

Unfortunately for him, this had lead to his death, creating the avenue for both of their soul to merge at the point of death.

Being a commoner in a world teaming with gifted, adept and magical elements everywhere is pretty much an headache

But this guy finds its easy to go out of his way to help others around him even though he had nothing

Exactly what he did now that took his life, he had taken pity on an aged commoner working in the same mining site as him,

Offering to turn in the sick guy quota alongside his own, so the man could rest and treat himself. Not to mention he had being working over time to turn in his own quota due to the loan hr took to treat his kid sister recently.

The toll of work and overexertion had lead to his death as he slum amidst mining for ore and died

"Pathetically tragic" Oliver having gone through all of the young man memories, "well he got a pretty cool life than me I must say" he added a he shift his attention to something else firing him up

He had transmigrated and been an otaku, he isn't ignorant of all the fantastic transmigrating troop and cliché

He can't wait to try it out, it's like the heave heard his prayer of longing back o earth wishing to be like this fabulous character Eve if its just once

Who would have thought they did hear his prayers, "status" he called out vigorously with open hands waiting for the miracle of transmigration to appear

The all heaven defying system but nothing happened, he called out a few more time using all the pattern and way he had read or watched. Still nothing happen

He felt lie the heaven is playing a quick one on him, he sat cross leg to meditate in a cultivation manner. Maybe he got the one in a million life time cultivation talent but he got nothing

He couldn't even tell apart the air around him talk more of sensing the so called magical element called orphoria. The energy both gifted and adept are said to cultivate

He wasn't disheartened one bit, there are just too many cliché tied to transmigration. He recall the pendant in his neck and immediately got it

Slitting his finger with a rock by the side he drip a few drop on the pendant but got nothing, he tried every crazy idea he got with the pendant but it was helpless

"Alright, old Granny you can come out now, no more his and seek, we got a world go save in our hands" Oliver said righteously as the anomaly is rating and killing him already

"Fine, if you are not a Granny, maybe a cutey, beauty, beasty or eben goddy, just come out already

is the point in hiding when you are still going to push saving the world on me later on?"

Oliver voice this time had taken many hit, leaning towards detection and brokeness. A subtle pain he couldn't tell why he is feeling it for not getting a golden finger

It like a huge void ha been place in his soul, one that can't be filled if he happens to reincarnated as a trash.

He wants to be optimistic with the idea of being a secret heir or underground boss but even still he could help but feel he isn't going to get that golden finger of his

Like who is the drunk gods in charge of reincarnation and transmigration circle that forgot to give him is golden finger.

Just then he was brought back to reality by going of the mining task master indicating everyone should be rounding up soon

Oliver felt his world shatters, he got no cheat, got stuck as a commoner and to top it up. This annoying guy didn't even get half of his own quota done talk more of that old guy before he died

How the hell is he supposed to finish his quota and that of the old man in an hourglass time. Failing a quota us not an option at the moment

One failure would get him and his new family thrown out the street and their belongings seized by the mine owner

He might not get any tiles with this family but he felt its as an obligation to the old Oliver for living in his body, not to mention he would be in the street too with no job

He can't bear to put Elena Oliver mother and his kid sister out in the cold night of Everglow Hollow town

Thus he struggle to pick up his fragile, fatigue, exhausted self up in a bid to get to work

Hopefully he can fill his quota and let old man take a few hit for now, he won't get kicked out since he isn't indepted to the mine owner

He might lose his job but that is still under probability as this could be considered his first offence

He can't please people only to end up hurting himself, he isn't the previous Oliver and with that thought he scramble for his pick axe when he suddenly cough out blood

Feeling like his soul had been struck with thousand lightning bolt as his vision went hazy and a nausea feeling enveloped him.