N.b dear readers this is a total fiction book,any events, individuals or places tagged are just for entertainment purpose. That's all and thank you.
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October 3 2021.A twenty-five five year old man is wearing a black tuxedo suit, he seems very happy as he walks towards the Grand phoenix estate's Villa no 5. He is carrying an expensive gift box and a bouquet of red roses on his left hand and a two layer cake.
The man is Michael Bennett, once a highly decorated assassin with alias 'mist'. He had the perfect record of hundred percent efficiency In his job.
He left the dark world at the age of twenty one because of a heart condition making him vulnerable to over excitement. He now works in an in cargo carrier ship in New York.This is his first visit in three months.
Today is a special day for him because it's his Birthday and also the fifth wedding anniversary. The job is hectic but he's not doing it for money but he is doing it for his wife's happiness.
His wife Brendah Foster is a twenty three years old entrepreneur in the real estate business. Her company just got listed like a week ago making it more than one celebration.
Michael didn't alert his wife on his visit as he really wanted to surprise her. So using a taxi he sneaked into the estate and using his assassin training he reached his compound in no time.
The villa had three floors with one floor being underground. The parking lot had five slots for parking.
There was a red LA Ferrari packed Infront of the garage, this amused Michael as he knew how much the car meant to Brendah Foster.
He opened the door using his spare key and scanned the ground floor.
As an habit Michael tiptoed to the second floor,there was some noise from the master bedroom. So as reflex Michael went in without knocking.
The scene in the room left him speechless, his head was buzzing and he almost lost consciousness. He wabbled a little before standing straight again.
Brendah Foster and my best friend Carl Rogers were on the bed completely n*ked having an affair.
"Sorry guys for disturbing you two, I think I have entered at the wrong time. You can continue if you don't mind me?" Michael sharply turned to face the wall.
Somehow he was able to keep his cool, tossing the bouquet of roses to the ground he walked out slowly. His heart was painful but he endured.
His vision became more blurry and he fell off the staircase railing. Voices of Brendah and Carl Rogers echoed from a far as he drifted to deep slumber.
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After what seemed like an eternity Michael Bennett finally opened his eyes, the environment was not common as he woke up in a cave. He panicked and tried calling for help,his throat was dry making it painful.
He walked towards a watering hole about thirty yards away with great difficulty. Like a dying man from the dessert he drunk water hurriedly.
{Michael's POV}
I wake up in a different environment, a very well lit cave with nothing special. My throat feels like it's burning so I try my best to reach for a pond thirty yards away.
Reaching the pond I drink water as fast as I can,but it still isn't enough. Then I get the surprise of a lifetime.
A reflection a young man who is a little chubby is on the water, he has deep blue eyes, blonde long hair and a Babyface.
I try pinching myself and he does the same.What the hell, how did I turn into this chubby Babyface overnight.Unfamiliar memories storm in and I pass out again.
When I regain consciousness again it's already dark outside. Memories of the real owner of this body flood in, somehow my soul was transferred to this body. I transmigrated to a fantasy world,power/mana is well combined With technology of Original Earth.
The owner of this body is Mark Williams, a sixteen year old teenager. He is the only son of Duke Brandon Williams,the duke of Windsor. His mother is the countess Luna Gregor of Windsor.
From the age of three he was always alone as his parents were busy protecting the border. Slowly his life became unbearable,he was mocked by other kids for being a bastard child who no one wants.
On his tenth birthday and the awakening ceremony, it was now clear as he was born with a power level of six. This meant he would never rise or achieve anything in life.
Then he was cast out two years for being a disgrace to the William family. With nothing special he slowly delved in books about engineering and summoning spells.
For three days in a week,he would make his technology inventions while three days he would research on summoning spells. The last day, he would curve wood and stone for fun.
For four years, he slowly lost himself in summoning circles. The only person who was by his side was an orphan Cecilia who he bought seven years ago. Cecilia is currently a fifteen years old clandestine witch who was abandoned by her clan.
Cecilia is the only person who lives with him in the mountain ranges. Everything was good until the news of Brendah Wallace his fiance was getting married two days ago.
Mark panicked and then he performed a dark ritual to try change something. That is when something went wrong and he passed out.
Well by the looks of things I'm the soul he summoned. This makes me somehow feel upset because now I have to do everything from scratch. My perfect body,my abbs,my money and everything is now gone. 'sigh' karma is bitch we all died of heartbreak.
Well my friend Mark, I will never forget this opportunity to relive my youth again. I will rise to the pinnacle of this world. All the world will now forget Mark Williams. Now I'm Michael Bennett. Rest well buddy.
{End of POV}
Michael(Mark Williams) took a bath and changed a new set of clothes. A pair of black trousers,Slowly he rearranged the cave and went down the mountain.
Blue ridge mountain ranges is property of Drew Williams, Mark Williams grandfather. So it's all private property. It is located in the south of Windsor, about thirty five miles away from the city of Windsor in blue wave kingdom.
On the foot of the mountain,a low-key three storey mansion stands tall. The house looks brand new as it was completed three months ago. Although Mark was not a talented knight, mage or whatever, he is still a good house designer. To be able to design a fully functional power generator with one thousand percent efficiency is genius.
This mansion is Mark's blood sweat and tears. Cecilia is standing outside the house, she is white skinned and about one hundred and eighty five centimeters tall.
She was wearing a black maid outfit, her beauty is something that left Michael Bennett speechless.
She has a very tempting vibe on her, for Michael Bennett a highly skilled assassin to loose his composure.
A few seconds later Cecilia couldn't take it anymore and she blushed with embarrassment. Somehow the master was looking at her differently.
Ashamed, Michael Bennett fakes a cough and looks away. This gesture made Cecilia laugh out loudly making the situation more awkward.
"Cecilia you can go back and sleep, tomorrow I have something for you to do in the morning goodnight." Michael spoke slowly as he entered the mansion. Cecilia is left speechless by this behavior, 'somehow the less talkative Mark Williams just wish me goodnight.' she thought.
Michael Bennett went straight to his room,the room is all grey coloured. A moderate sized bed, a big bookshelf and a self sustainable bathroom.
'For someone said to have no talent, Mark you are a genius,' Michael lamented by heart. Well it's been a hard and long day. I must get some sleep and tomorrow morning I will start my usual training routine.' Michael Bennett planned as he drifted off to sleep.
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Elsewhere in the Tursel, the border between the blue wave kingdom and the black sea. A man wearing a golden armor with a lion insignia is resting on a watchtower. He has a blonde hair and black eyes. He is carrying a small locket with a picture of a chubby boy.
A lady wearing a silver armor with a lion insignia join the man. The lady has blue eyes and chocolate coloured hair.
"Hey Brandon,a letter just came in,we will be going back home in seven months. We are going home for good this time." The lady leaned on the man's shoulder.
" I really hope so because I haven't seen my son for almost twelve years. Although I'm proud of my valor in the army. Somehow I feel like I've failed as a father. I don't know what my son looks like." Brandon Williams smiled bitterly.