"Is this little son of bi!..Ahem, beautiful lady author dead.." Lukas hurriedly corrected himself realizing he was being too ungrateful, maybe the Author was taking a well deserved long break after updating continuously for years.
However frustration was understandable, it had been one whole month since his favorite novel had been updated.
The perfectly black screen of the clownphone 17 reflected his appearance, black eyes and an average looking face with a third chin protruding out.
This was Lukas, a young man at the ripe age of 25, ready to conquer the world, instead he was here sitting in his room all day.
Whistle!
It was then a screeching sound of sothing cutting through the air ca from above, Boom! A terrifying explosion followed, shaking the ceiling.
Then ca the sound of sothing heavy and tallic striking the roof of the building, the impact shook the room’s foundation, spiderwebs like cracks spreading in the walls, fire ignited
Following explosion the temperature inside the room shot up,
"What is happening...!"
In a blink, Lukas’s figure was surrounded by scorching tongues of flas.
Death was near!
Lukas instinctively understood, all of his life he had nothing more than failure, never been able to achieve anything great in life but at the mont of death he felt a strange sense of relief, his shoulder unconsciously relaxed as if so sort of burden had been lifted off them...probably the burden of expections, a small smile appearing at the corner of his lips as the fire intensified.
As death approached, the last conversation that he had with his father, replayed in his head, again and again, each word that ca out of his fathers mouth was biting as ever.
"What are you doing?" his father asked as soon as he had answered the call.
This simple question had caused Lukas’s face to turn ugly, he already knew where this conversation was going. After all, this wasn’t the first ti they were having this conversation. Without him realizing Lukas’s grip on the phone had automatically tightened.
Still he tried to sound as unaffected as possible as he answered in a calm tone, "Nothing..."
A simple and short reply, but it was like the spark that set off an explosion.
"Nothing...yeah, right. That’s all you’re ever capable of," his father’s voice snapped though the phone speaker, those words hitting lukas face like a tight slap.
Even though he was hearing these word for N’th ti his face still turned ugly.
The slap didn’t hurt him but the subtle disappointnt hidden behind the anger, the kind of disappointnt one would feel when you saw soone being satisfied what begging on the street...However if they had made use of their full potential they could have achieved anything in their life.
Soone who is clearly capable of making it big in life, yet they are nothing but a pile of trash, not because of incompetence but by simply being a slave of their desires.
A man free from all fetters but chained by his own desires.
There was a minute of silence, before his father’s voice ca out of the speaker again "You’re a failure."
The familiar sentence hit his heart like a sledgehamr, wanting to shatter his heart to bits, but Lukas simply let out a sigh and persisted.
After he had long since grown numb to these conversations. He stopped arguing and no longer defended himself. He only waited, hoping that his father would calm down and end the call, because he also knew what he was...a failure.
"Yes he was, a complete and utter failure," Lukas muttered under his breath, his words dripping with regret.
Once the call ended, He lowered his phone and, as if on autopilot, opened a ga.
Video gas had beco his escape, a mindless refuge from the world that seed determined to remind him of his shortcomings. At first, it had been a simple pasti, a way to kill ti. But before he knew it, the flashing numbers, the small victories, the intoxicating sense of progress—had beco his only source of gratification.
He himself also didn’t want to live such a life, Just like everyone he also wanted to be rich and popular, but there was nothing in this world that excited him except the novels.
There was no motivation.
Maybe if he was also in the world of novels, just like the protagonist he would have also worked hard, not just hard but be the hardest worker in the room.
Before he could continue Thinking the incredible pain of being burned alive forced him to co out of his mory.
Lui! Lui!
Sirens wailed through the street as multiple ambulances and firefighter vehicles zipped to the site of the plane crash. Tendril of smoke rose from the burning apartnt where a passenger plane had crashed due to engine failure.
The entire nation was shocked awake, falling into the worst tragedy of the modern ti.
...
It wasn’t clear how much ti had passed but the agonizing pain of being burned alive faded, smoke and dust cleared and he was able to see again.
"My hands.."
The first thing that he did was to examine his body. The fire had been very fierce and almost swallowed him whole. If he had sohow been able to survive, at least his skin should have burned beyond recognition, especially his face. He looked at his hands.. Strangely, they were perfectly fine.
"Maybe I was rescued tily and early treatnt saved ," While saying this he finally examined his surroundings to search for a mirror.
What he saw surprised him.
A pristine white room devoid of a single speck of dust filled his vision. In the mid-air so holographic symbols seed to be floating, but he ignored them after finding them unfamiliar.
Was this so sort of special care centre?
Finally, unable to stop himself, he asked out loud, "Hello anyone here? What is this Place.."
Maybe this question so sort of trigger, next mont his expression turned pale, his hands moving upwards.
"Argh! My head.." Lukas yelled out loud while gritting his teeth, without even realizing his hands were tightly clutching his head as he felt a splitting headache, cold sweat drenching his clothes.
Unfamiliar mories of a life that he never lived appeared in his head.
Awakening ceremony..!
Star Energy...! and many other unfamiliar terms that he had never heard before.
As an avid reader of webnovels, it didn’t take long for him to figure out what was going on. With widened eyes he gasped, "I have crossed over to another world."
His predecessor had passed away because of exhaustion from overworking to support his family.
Transmigration... Sothing that was only possible in the books of fiction and childish drama. He had transmigrated to not just any world, but a world where humans have finally found a way to absorb the star energy into their bodies and grow stronger beyond human comprehension.
As a webnovel reader, Transmigration was sothing that he had always wished to experience however now that he truly experienced it, Lukas felt a chill run down his spine.
"Dammm...I wanna file a complaint if I was about to be sent to another world, they should have atleast inford first...and where is the big tittied goddess sama granting wishes.."
However no matter how much he cursed, there was no one to respond to his words.
...
Unknown to him behind these white walls, Several figures, mostly young n and won, stood watching Lukas’s strange action with a weird look on their faces. Among there was even a dignified looking middled-aged man whose face had turned ugly beyond reason.
Everyone who ca to take part in the annual awakening ceremony in the room were uncomfortable.
Especially one exquisite looking young girl dressed in jet black gown, her two black almond shaped eyes were covered with her dainty white hands, hidden behind those hands was face a face that looked as if it was carved by the god personally, slender eyebrows and a small pointed nose,
Right, Risa only wished for a way to disappear out of the room, to save herself out of the sheer embarrassnt.
Her brother Lukas was uttering those vulgar words but she was the one who was feeling ashad.
"This idiot brother of mine finally went mad..."
Finally one slightly handso young boy dressed in luxurious golden robe with the symbol of a flying eagle engraved on his chest furiously yelled.
"Who let this moronic idiot inside the Awakening chambers, soone call the guards and throws him out, if not I will personally go inside to drag him out and also give a few slaps.." His voice was loud and clear, filled with confidence.
This was the young master of Soaring Eagle clan Rufus his words carried so weight, after all Soaring Eagle was one of the biggest powerhouse of Raven-Stone city.
After Rufus several other voices also echoed, filled with disdain and mockery. Most of them after speaking looked in Rufus direction, like loyal dogs asking for praise from their master.
"These good for nothing losers think they can turn their life around by Awakening a talent...Tsk"
"But don’t they know unless nourished with star energy from young most of them would awaken with one or two star potential, and In most cases might not awaken at all."
"Even from us Noble families, have hard ti awakening a talent above three stars. These commoners really think they can compete with us..." A haughty young girl with pink hair said in disdain.
"Just look at the vulgar coming out of his mouth... to think anyone would spout such nonsense at this sacred mont...he truly is a moronic hectic who doesn’t cherish the gift bestowed upon by The One Above All."
....
anwhile inside the awakening room Lukas wasn’t aware of the discussion outside, he finally got a hold of himself and focused on the blue text floating above his head.
The symbols that felt foreign few monts ago actually made sense.
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