In the depths of the night, the pitiful sobbing of a child can be faintly heard. A small boy, no older than 7 years old, surrounded by a pool of blood for he mourns for the loss of his Father. A stabbing victim affected by the ever-rising crime rates in the city. His final words still ringing in his ears.

“Artin..” spoke the dying man.

"y-Yes dad!" the little boy stammered.

“You were born to be someone great in your life,” a clump of blood spat out of the weakly man's mouth.

“I have failed you... I'm sorry we couldn't be together for very long..."

"N-n-no... please d-don't go... wha-what can I do?!" Artin pleaded his father.

"There is nothing to do little one i already lost to much blood..." the man said sorrowfully.

"All i can leave you with is what my father once told me...become a selfless being, have a steadfast heart, protect what you love at all costs, you can even have a little fun.. just know the boundaries... I sure didn't..." the dying man dishearteningly said.

"N-no daddy please don't go!"Artin begged.

" …… become a man my son”. As the listless man slumped down he managed a couple more words.

"N-n-NOOOOOOOO!"

From that day on Artin was no longer a carefree boy who cared only for play, he was now a being filled with rage and resentment, and the only reason he didn't succumb to these feelings was that of his father's dying wishes.

Due to Artins constant wailing the neighbors grew concerned and called the police, and after a few minutes came and witnessed the heartbreaking scene. After the authorities arrived, Artin was put into a foster home for around a year while they looked for any family he might have. He was treated quite well during these times which helped him to heal a little from the trauma, however, that all came to an end when they had found his mother.

There was a reason why Artin was living with his father, even when mothers usually were granted custody of their children during a separation of the parents... she was a mess. Artin's dad had hooked up with a girl from college and later that same women birthed Artin. She was wild and never really had any respect for authority. She wasn't even fully in love with Artin’s father and rather just went with the flow. Now after his father's death she had shown up and acted as if she cared for Artin. Then of course after getting ahold of Artin’s inheritance she treated him like the trash she barely fed him and didn't even send him to school.

Artins mother also remarried and had other children, which of course did not bode well for him. His 'stepfather' would beat him continuously in drunken rages all while his mother turned a blind eye. His 'step-siblings' were no different and would humiliate him and when he refused to follow their orders he would get a beating from their dad. Artin was a handsome kid and was prostituted by his mom to other mothers in the neighborhood with sick and twisted fantasies. This took place for around 5 years, at some point he got fed up with the slutty women, evil mother, the abusive 'stepfather', and arrogant 'step-siblings' the only reason he stayed was again that of his father's last wishes. After getting raped once again by two "clients" he stole some of their money and set out to the streets. He was quickly jumped due to his lack of experience and had all his money stolen.

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He could only resort to what he knew to survive... prostitution. After around a year on the streets and getting constantly raped and used by those deprived women (at the very least he wasn't raped by a man) Artin was caught by a 'children's home'. While it was a cruel place it was nothing compared to what he already went through. The children were put to do daily chores with very few rewards. All the children there were battered and scarred beyond repair. They had to rely 100% on their own whether it be cleaning, making food, and education. There was, however, one bright side a scholarship to a private high school if they behaved and brought their grades up to the middle school level.

Artin was currently 13 so he had needed to make up the elementary and middle school in a year if he wanted a way out of this hellhole. The good thing was that Artin was a genius and was able to grasp things as easily as writing his name he even started to learn a few high school classes. Of course, he was the one who received the scholarship and went to his new brighter future. He entered the private academy and immediately shot up the rankings, FINALLY was he able to catch a break. The school even provided dorms which were a huge plus as Artin could finally be able to relax a little. During is first two school terms he made many friends and led a leisurely life. He at the same time continued doing exactly as his father instructed and helped everyone who needed it.

Then one day after going to the 711 to get some chips and a soda down the block he saw a small child around the age of 6 running onto the street trying to retrieve the ball rolling away from his grasp. His parents yelling to get out of the way. All of a sudden a huge 18 wheeler truck comes roaring down the road.

The truck appeared to have not been working the breaks were jammed.

HONK!!!

“Oh no, my baby!!!” steamed the mother.

“Mikey get out of the way!!!” Shouted the father.

HONK HONK!!!

“NOOO!!!” both parents cried in unison.

HONK SCREECH!!!

In a rush of adrenaline and pure hysterical strength, Artin ran at full speed to the child with his face filled with tears, petrified. The parents in the running to get to their son but knew they would not make it. As the truck was about to make impact with the child Artin was able to throw him to the sidewalk and was struck instead.

The wailing of both siren and human alike blared in the background.

As Artin was sent flying only one thought was crossing his mind;

‘Father I have suffered so much, but i was finally able to accomplish the task you have given me.’

As Artin lets out his final breaths a small smile appears on his bloody face. And so he was plunged into darkness to rest peacefully forever.

Or so he thought.

*Ding*

*Requirements met... system activating*

*Would host like to be transmigrated into another world?*

*YES/NO?*

Artin hears a sweet feminine voice resonating in his head, but what surprised him was not the voice itself but what it said.

‘Isn’t this scenario a common occurrence in those web novels!’ Artin thought to himself.

‘Well, who wouldn’t want to live in another world? 'Artin pondered.

'I mean I already died might as well see what i am capable of in this next world!’ Artin cleared his mind and spoke without hesitation.

“YES!”

A brilliant light flashes as the sweet female voice speaks again.

*System will start otherworldly travel*

All of a sudden pain is felt as Artin can feel his very soul being ripped apart.