-Oooi, are you ok young master? No answer… tsk, why do I have to take care of this trash...(Voice)

What's happening? Didn't I just explode a moment ago? And who does that obnoxious voice belong to? I feel weak, and cold. Feeling my body, I'm surprised to find it almost dead. That's strange...I can't feel my Qi.

-Oi, are you gonna lay on the floor all day? Get up!(Voice)

Ugh, I felt a sharp pain in my sides. That bastard kicked me. I'm gonna stuff that leg in your mouth before you have time to scream.

-Oiii ( Voice)

He kicked me again? Just what the hell is going on? Why can't I move? Why can't I understand what that voice is saying?

I try remembering how I got myself into this situation and a wave of memories come rushing like a flood accompanied by intense pain.

A few moments pass and I began having a general idea of the situation.

-Well, you still seem to be alive young master. How about I escort you to your quarters? (Samson)

Another kick connects to my side and I feel Samson picking me up by the collar and dragging me across the floor.

It's better if I pretend to be passed out for the moment. From what Samson said he should be taking me to my room. If I'm not wrong, it's in an isolated part of the mansion. I should begin stabilizing my mind there.

After a few minutes of getting dragged around like a sack I finally hear Samson's voice again.

-We have arrived at you quarters Young Master. If you require anything else, please don't call for me. (Samson)

I hear the door opening and I'm thrown inside like a thrash bag. Hitting the floor sends a shock through my body and I'm taken out of my contemplation.

A click is heard, and Samson's steps echo in the distance. For a few seconds I don't move in case someone else is in here, but it doesn't seem so.

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Opening my eyes I'm met with a rough looking shed. Looking around, there are some rusty gardening tools leaning in a corner, a few boxes stacked on top of each other on the left wall and some rags, that are probably my bed, near the right wall together with a bucket of water. No windows and just a solid wooden door. A dim light penetrates through the cracks in the roof.

Those bastards…

I get off the floor while ignoring the pain and wobble towards the bucket. My face is reflected in the water. It looks worse than I thought. Pale skin, together with a black eye would make me look hilariously like a panda, but my crimson eyes and long silver hair take more to some kind of albino rabbit. The face is above average, too bad about the dirt and dried blood on it.

Standing up I examined the rest of my new frail body. Skinny and ghostly would best describe it. No muscle or fat on it, just bruises and scars.

My big brother and his goons really did a number on me…

Now then, time to stabilize my mind. Walking over to the rags, I sit down and began contemplating.

I am Scorpion Rey, age 322, Grandmaster martial artist and head of the Scorpion clan. After ending my torture of an existence, I somehow ended up in someone else's body.

His name was Sid Nightflame. Age 12. Second son of the Nighflame Count and a pariah.

This is no longer Earth, but a different world. It's doesn't have a name, people simply refer to it as the World. Magic is present here and technology wise it's around the middle ages of Europe. Swords and Fireballs, just like in those games I played when I got bored of the clan's meetings.

The Nightflame family were Count ranked nobles in the Veridian Kingdom, Duke and Royalty ranks being the ones above. With a military origin, the Nightflames rose to power through battle and slaughter. It's territory was in the north of the Kingdom where conflicts with the Snow Barbarians were common.

Sid Nightflame was born with a weak constitution and the inability to influence mana. As such he could neither be a warrior nor a mage, just a common person found everywhere. Normally that would not have been a serious problem since he was only the second son and could not inherit the family name. With a bit of education he could easily become a government official.

Unfortunately his mother was a concubine, so not many resources would be invested in him, but it was still tolerable. His life took a turn for the worse one night when he was 9 years old. His mother was caught sleeping together with another noble. After a huge scandal, his father was ready to divorce and sell her into slavery. However, before he could do that, she ran way to the Ja Kingom, to the east, leaving her son here. Even worse, she took with her a couple of invaluable storage rings filled with the Nightflames money and top secret documents related to the territory.

The Ja Kingdom who we are currently at war with for more than 10 years, took advantage of those documents and immediately sent agents to exploit our weaknesses. The result? Countless people dead, tons of stolen propriety and a devastated infrastructure. Worse of all, the head of the Nighflame family, his father, was also assassinated.

Now his uncle and his brother's mother are the ones keeping everything together until his 16 year old brother, Marcus, comes of age in 2 years.

The resentment of his family and servants who lost their loved ones during the raid was directed at him since he was “the spawn of the devil witch”. His father was dead, his mother a traitor and everyone hated him for something he had nothing to do with.

The hate and resentment quickly transformed to violence and insults. At the time this began he was almost 10 years old. Now, after 2 years of torture, Sid Nightflame died after Samson, the head butler, tripped him and he hit his head on a table's edge.

I somehow took over his tattered body and his identity.

-You had it rough kid. I hope you find peace in death. (Rey)

I prayed for the kid's soul, that's all I could do for the moment. I had a bit of respect for him for not taking his own life until now...