Adison Carter snapped open his eyes and looked around in bewilderment.
"Aren't I dead?" Was the first thing he muttered. A shocked expression was etched on his face.
He looked around to find himself lying on a massive king-sized bed. The mattress on the bed were extremely soft. The bedsheets were pure white in colour without a speck of dust on it. An extremely soft white blanket was covering his body from chest to legs.
The room he was lying in was massive. The wall on the left side of the bed had large curtains drawn. Adison guessed it to be an entrance for a terrace.
A sofa set with a round wooden table was placed on the right side of the bed. Wooden wardrobes were also lined across the wall on the same side.
He tried to move his legs when a sudden rush of memory assaulted his head. Adison clenched his head tightly with his palms at the painful experience. The pain was so immense that he could not even muster the strength the scream.
The pain assaulted his mind for few minutes after which it subsided. Cold sweats were covering his forehead and back while he was gasping deeply for air.
Adison heaved a sigh of relief. He took consecutive deep breaths to calm his mind and process what had happened.
Other than his own life or rather say previous life, Adison had the memory of two different people.
First memory was a boy having same name as him. Adison Carter, 18 years of age, was the heir to the one of the largest conglomerates in the entire world.
6 years earlier, a tragedy had struck the Carter family as the whole of the Carter family including his parents and grandfather were wiped in a car crash.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Adison had been the sole survivor of the accident.
But the accident had left the teenage boy in a state of comatose. Adison had remained in the same state of 6 years and today was the day when he had finally passed away.
And now this new Adison had taken over his body.
The second set of memory was like a complex set of mysteries. These belonged to a person whom Adison would say belonged to a fantasy world. A world of cultivators.
Cultivation methods and various kind of other techniques riddled his mind. Though the memories were not organised and were in a complex web. He would need a lot of time to sort through these memories.
But he could tell from the memories that whoever the memory belonged was a formidable person.
As far as Adison understood from his memories of 12 years of this life, he had no knowledge of cultivators or anything like that.
Probably this world was devoid of cultivators or they remained hidden or maybe he had been too young to know about these things.
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"I have reincarnated," he muttered in a dazed expression.
In his previous life Adison had been just a normal middle-class man with a small corporate job which barely enough for him to survive. It not as if he had not been talented or was not willing to work hard enough.
In his college days, he had been one of the brightest students and a person with the best future prospects. But a tragedy in form of a rich heir of a powerful family struck him.
Unknowingly, he had engaged in a small friendship with a beautiful girl which that rich brat had taken a liking to. And this was enough to offend that rich young master.
From that point onwards, his life had turned a complete hell. He was forced to work in subpar positions only to survive.
His only hope was that one day he would be able to rise and maybe have a chance of revenge. He suffered all this humiliation for 6 years.
But the young master got bored of torturing Adison and that resulted in a bullet hole in Adison's head.
Thinking all about his previous life, a grim expression took over his face and he clenched his fist tightly in anger.
Adison lay like a lifeless body on the bed for minutes. He needed few minutes to cope up with the realization of the inevitable reality.
He heaved a deep sigh of relief and a delightful expression took over his face.
"I can now do whatever I want," he declared and laughed like a maniac.
Taking another few minutes to calm himself down, Adison stepped down from his bed.
Probably because of having no muscle movement in so many years he felt his body stiff. Taking few moments, he stabled himself and felt the blood circulating in his body.
He walked straight ahead towards the dressing table and gazed himself in the mirror.
He was shocked that his current face greatly resembled the face in his previous life.
He stood at height of almost 6 feet. He had black hair and even after being in comatose for the past 6 years they were neatly maintained.
He had black eyes but a slight tinge of blue could be seen in them on careful observation.
No doubt he had an extremely handsome appearance which could cause the hearts of many girls to flutter.
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As Adison gazed in the mirror, he wondered what had happened to the Carter empire. Carter family was one of the wealthiest family in the entire world with their hands in almost every sector of the world.
Because he only had knowledge from the memories of a 12 years old child his information was a bit lacking.
Though Adison with his experience could deduce that Carters were one of those powerful families who had their involvement and control over the entire world.
But now, after 6 years he had no idea what the state the Carter family was in? Having no member of the family to take over the business, the rivals and enemies would have surely wanted to tear a pie apart of the Carter family business.
But seeing the state of his room, one thing was certain that someone was taking care of him and at least he had not been reduced to rags.
His mind wandered about the possibility of who it would be?
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He was about to leave his room when the door of his rooms opened with a bang.
A lady who almost huffing entered the room at almost a frantic pace.
"Young master," she almost shouted with tears streaming down her face. "You are fine."
The lady appeared to be around the age of 30 32 years of age. She was dressed in a white shirt with blue blazer and blue pants. She had brown hair and brown eyes.
She had almost as same height as Adison. She was slim with voluptuous breasts and had a mature appeal to her.
"Sophia," said Adison taking no time to recognise her.
Before his family's demise, Sophia was one of the most trusted members associated with his family. When the tragedy had occurred, she would have been 24 25 years of age.
She from an early age had been trained to be a personal assistant of Adison. While the word 'personal assistant' might not sound powerful, the assistant of head of Carter Conglomerate was undoubtedly a very powerful person.
Sophia was one such person whom Adison had been deeply attached even before he turned into vegetable.
"Young master," she stepped forward. "You are really fine."
Adison chuckled wryly, "Yes, Sophia."
"How are you?" He asked her.
"I am fine, young master," she said, her face now bright.
"The servants said they heard laughter coming in from your room," she continued. "I came running as soon as I heard this."
Adison smiled awkwardly with almost an embarrassed face, "Well I was just celebrating my awakening."
Surely, in his delight he had lost his composure.
Sophia chuckled lightly seeing the expression on Adison's face. She stepped few paces forward and stood close too Adison.
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