CHAPTER ONE: THE EXPLANATION
You would think that things would be different, but no they aren't.
It's been two years since I regained my memories of my past life. And no I didn't reincarnate, nor did I time travel.
This is a common misconception that most people make. To understand what I went through, let me shed some light.
When you time travel you are going either forward in time or backwards in time. With the constant being that it only happens in the same reality.
Yes, it sounds like bullshit, and it is not the same as regression. While time travel can occur with your body or mind a regressor just remembers what will happen in the future.
A reincarnation occurs when your body and consciousness die in one world and then get reshuffled to any world or reality as anything. Starting afresh.
Transmigration can be explained as your body or soul traveling to another world or reality. You can travel with your body or inhabit the body of another either willfully or forcefully.
Now down to bra tack. The reason I claimed transmigration is because the body I am inhabiting was someone else's. Who died of an unknown illness at the age of seven.
I took over the body with memories of the former owner firmly imprinted as mine.
It sucked when my memories came back to me my only conclusion is that it took this body two years to acclimatize to the changes of the host.
From what I could gather I am in a fantasy world and from my garb an Eastern fantasy.
Me, the talentless asshole whose only talent was to read and watch TV series with an occasional blockbuster in-between. Was stuck in an Eastern fantasy.
Ok, ok, let me make this quick. I'll paraphrase a TV show to move this along.
"My name is Wang Ming, for the better part of two years I've been stranded in a fantasy world, and now I know my only goal will be to survive. For my sanity and a kickass story if I ever get home."
Got the gist of it? Yeah, I'm sure you do.
I am the second child of Three, born to the family head of the branch Wang family in lotus city. The Wang clan is a large clan with more than ten million members spread across the Kun region. At least that is what I'm told when I ask questions about the family. Anything more and all I get is a "You are too young for that" excuse.
My family is weirdly normal with my father having only one wife, my mother. I expected some harem drama with me being the son of a concubine.
Well, I did get a well-deserved slap from my father when I brought it up as a joke. So who knows?
There have been whispers about me being weird, well at least it seemed so when I eavesdropped on the servants. I do hope they won't slit my throat while I sleep.
I have an elder brother, a real stickler for the rules always on my case. Saying things like,
"Behave appropriately, don't you know that you represent the Wang family and by extension the Wang clan."
Used to fear him but now with memories that boy that still smells like milk does not influence me.
My cute little sister is the one I'm most scared of, you know those cold people that lack basic equipment but when you cross a line they will destroy you. That is my little sis, even younger than me and she still can beat me up. Let's not get into that, it is unsavory.
Anyway as I was, my Family is oddly normal. Everything was as normal as could be. When I was suddenly told to prepare for class.
Anyone worth their salt should understand the trauma of education to us that transmigrated from earth. Nine years of compulsory education, with college and university not to talk about extra classes only for eighteen percent to be hired and the rest left to dry.
I had a steady lifestyle, with money, food, accommodations, and servants to do my bidding.
This was the life, without stress, I just hit the jackpot. Who do they think they are to make me take classes, I know my numbers and can read and write basic characters. I want to be ignorant.
After all the adage goes, "Ignorance is bliss"
With so many people claiming literacy back on Earth, no one could come to a compromise, always looking for new issues.
As long as my State of mind is at peace and I am happy, who gives a shit about gaining knowledge, it just leads to you finding problems that were not there and losing yourself trying to fix them.
So no, I was not happy. And I very well made myself heard. All that got me was a slap on both cheeks from my Dad and
Mom, somehow I think they enjoyed that.
I was told there was nothing I could do to stop it, ah do they not know that wise men on earth have spent a lot of time on the subject of cutting corners?
If you don't believe me look around you. Even the roof over your head and everything around you is a result of cutting corners. Everything!
So there I was on my bed, limbs akimbo my eyes wandering about my room trying to find a way out of this predicament.
I couldn't play the sick card we have a physician on standby and I for one wouldn't want to be prodded by him. Fate a too inhumane for my worst enemy.
Most of the tricks I know would only work on Earth, I had to get creative. I needed a distraction something big enough that it would take my parent's attention from me.
But the question was what? Ah! The question is not what, but whom. I needed a scapegoat someone who if incapacitated would affect the decision on my education.
And who else fits that description but my father Wang li, oh yeah that's his name.
I walked out of my room and approached my mother. Clearing my throat at the servants at the door I stuck my ears to the door, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything.
All was quiet from behind the door. So I put the plan into motion.
"Ehh, you say the head was found in the red light district? With madam cui no less? Are you sure you are not pulling my legs?"
I said loud enough for my mother to hear from her room, in my imitation of a demure servant girl.
Then I switched it to a more gruff voice and responded to myself.
"I'm telling you the truth, see you know An Di right the helper to Wang Shu who handles the shops in the city. He is the one who saw the head. I'm telling you it is legit."
Lost in my art I was unaware of the door opening slightly and a hand reaching for me.
I responded to myself with the voice of a demure servant girl,
"Why would the head do that to madam I thought they loved each other why..."
My wonderful and thoughtful performance was cut short when my ears were grabbed and twisted.
I screamed in pain as my eyes swiveled to find my father with a weird smile on his face.
"Yes, why would I do that to my loving wife? And who is this madam cui you speak of?"
Shocked at the turn of events I was stunned for a while.
With his hand on my ears, my father pulled me into the room where my mother was waiting with an unreadable expression.
Being a genius I quickly found my wits.
While ignoring the pain coming from my ears. I defended my honor for a gentleman like me who has basic rights.
"I never mentioned your name, nor mother's I was just training my vocal cords. You know you mentioned me going for lessons so I came to perform my talents to soothe her mind. That at least this gentleman has a talent to write home about."
"What? Want to be a street performer?" My father asked in disgust while twisting my ears further.
" Actor, Actor, it's such a noble profession. But that is beside the point Mother how would you feel if your husband permanently disabled your lovely son? My ears surely are not twisted dough."
My mother ignored me and looked at my father, who sighed and let me go.
"Mothers are the pillars of families, Thier strength...."
"Shut it."
My mother said cutting me off before turning to my father with a question,
"What do we think about him?" She asked with a serious expression.
Somehow I felt like a Buddhist monk was praying for my soul.
I swallowed thinking that I might have overdone it.
My father gave my mother the brightest smile I had seen on his face to date as he responded,
"Leave it to me, I'll instill the family values into him."
Yeah, I'm dead, I thought.