"Damn it..." A firm, rough voice said out loud. The owner of this voice, a teenager with black hair and brown eyes looked extremely frail, thanks to his rare condition. This condition caused the teenager, whose name was Isaac to be bedridden for the entirety of his short life. All in all, the soon-to-be adult was pretty average, below even attractively.

Today, December 18th, was Isaac's 18th birthday, However, nobody was around to celebrate this special occasion and even if there was, Isaac wouldn't exactly be happy. Around a week ago, the doctors informed him of his increasingly alarming decline in health. Unfortunately, Isaac had weeks at most to live. 

*Beep, Beep*

Hearing the loud beeps of the hospital machinery, Isaac realized his last moments were coming, he would soon die, with no one to even see his last moments. 

'What did I do to deserve this injustice... What?!' Isaac internally screamed, letting himself go completely. Isaac's parents died in a car crash, with his uncle paying for his hospital bill.

Slowly, Isaac's eyes shut, slightly hearing the doctors rush into his room, trying to do anything to help him, However, his rare disease was uncurable and all they could do was watch as he slowly and steadily died, on his birthday, no less.

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Along the River of Samsara, uncountable amounts of souls flowed through.

Some souls were blue, some were tainted with black, some with golden tints, however, none were the exact same.

Along the start of this ginormous, grey river was a soul, shockingly, it was entirely golden, with black tints along the edges of his soul.

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Maintaining order of this river was a giant being, seemingly enwrapped in a black, worn-out cloak, anyone would think this huge being would be a beggar, the only thing swaying them of speaking out was his huge size and the oppressive and domineering aura he held.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, with his indifferent face lightly twitching, something that hasn't happened in eons!

"So, this is the one who's going to overturn the tyranny of the Primordials? Well, everyone starts somewhere... Right?" His rough voice scattered throughout, causing echoes across the plane.

With his hand outstretched, a string of purple, ethereal energy enveloped the golden soul, causing it to grow, before embarking on a path his soul was meant to arrive, The World of Solania.

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"Ugh..." A husky voice, belonging to an adult male, resounded within a medieval style room, it didn't seem to be a cheap room, instead, it could be said to be the opposite.

The owner of the voice however had different thoughts. 

'My fucking throat...' The man's throat was extremely parched, he felt as if he hasn't drunk anything in days.

'Where am I... I was in the hospital... dying...?" Saying these words, the man realized his unfamiliar voice, his expression turned into confusion before turning into shock.

After all, this was a very familiar scene that he often played in his mind, according to the novels he read in his free time, he had transmigrated?!

Breathing in sharply, he looked at his surroundings, not seeing much furniture he slightly frowned.

"Don't tell me... I'm the bastard son of the king?!" Wanting to stop himself from venturing too far into his mind stained by his main source of entertainment when he was bedridden, Isaac thought about this from a logical standpoint.

"There's no cellphones or any electronics of the like..." Looking downwards, Isaac saw his worn-out linen clothes, Isaac realized he likely wasn't anyone of high status in this world.

Coupled with the fact that nothing he was used to was around him, Isaac considered the possibility that he was in the past, what time period however, Isaac couldn't exactly guess. 

Interrupting his thinking was a loud voice, one that caused Isaac's body to instinctively tremble.

"Servant! Who gave you the courage to sleep in so tardily?!" A loud, yet melodious voice caused Isaac to instinctively stand up. 

However, comprehending the words spoken to him by the entity outside of the confines of his room caused Isaac's eyes to widen.

"I'm a s-servant...?

Fuck."