I don’t feel as dead as I was before.

Does that make sense?

Don’t get me wrong, I feel like death itself, but I also feel like I can wake up.

I think of the pros and cons of waking up and just staying dead. I’ve got to say, i’d rather stay dead. I’ve accepted my death, hell even if I could’ve stayed alive I blew myself up along with all my stuff and my killer. There’s a saying that goes ‘I can sleep when i’m dead’, and I really like the sound of that. Living is exciting and all, but I always seem to get swept up in some random conspiracy every other day. I’ve accidentally blew up the empire state building before.

Nuff said.

Unfortunately before I can decide to just embrace oblivion I get pulled back and suddenly wake up in terrible pain. I let out a silent scream protesting about the various cosmic forces that decided I needed to be in this much pain and curse the respective generations of the gods for pulling me back before I can stop existing and finally have some peace. After saying some rather unsavory things about the universe I think my pain actually increased. Did it hear me? I hope so, I meant every word and I regret nothing.

The pain lasts for a while and slowly subsides. Still in pain, but just below enough to start cursing again. I contemplate oblivion again and how inviting it seemed.

Even if i’m alive again I kinda still wanna die. Is that weird?

Enough of the pain has gone and I can look around.

Fancy bed, fancy bed stand, fancy room, and lots of books.

I love books but…

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Too many books.

I try to remember if i’ve ever been here and in return I get a headache so bad I think I can smell numbers and hear colors. It was beautiful and wonderful and so painful I think might’ve gone to hell deluxe.

Is it too late to kill myself?

I’ll think about that later. I’ll just put it on the mental todo list and see about it.

Todo -

See the prince of Telter

Shift funds to support practical magic training course

Finish philosopher stone

Greet new teachers

Get milk

Kill myself

Kill myself

Some of those don’t seem like mine and it looks like it's already on there for some reason, but my head still hurts so i’ll think about it later.

In my delirium I think about my circumstance.

I died.

I’m positive about this. I created the bomb that blew me and my killer up, along with I assume a few street blocks worth of buildings. I’m pretty sure I got the chiwawa too. Ok, finally something to celebrate. The demon scourge has been slain by none other than me. My accomplishments are more than any king or president i’m sure.

My headache is better and i’ve got a rush of new memories that aren't mine. I knew it. Transmigration instead of reincarnation. No baby would ever be put in this type of room. I look through the memories and think of random things to try and take away the shock.

Royal baby? No, still no.

After awhile I’m more or less done with going through my foreign memories. I’ve always been good at remembering things quickly and that really helps here.

The body i’ve possessed is named Drizzwest Aummurray, and i’m now the headmaster and founder of the largest and most well known academy, simply known as ‘The Academy’, in the entire continent of Eneter, the only academy not affiliated with any of the six royal families of the four kingdoms and two empires. I’m 4,999 years old, more than twice the average lifespan of an elf, which I currently am. I’ve been the confidant, mediator, and mentor of all the major powers on multiple occasions and i’ve lived through, seen, and caused more than twenty large scale wars. My back also hurts.

‘...’

Is suicide still on the table, or no?