FVN Chapter 3: Memories (EDITED)
Chapter 3: Memories (EDITED)
Chapter 3: Memories (EDITED)
It was ridiculous, yet he couldn't help but come up with such a conclusion after pondering so hard over what just happened. Perhaps he'd been transmigrated here; although this was unbelievable, maybe it happened for real! Asher couldn't suppress his urge to laugh anymore; sure, that sounded quite impossible.
"Aaghh!!" He screamed out, causing the middle-aged maid to jump in shock, her eyes darting back and forth while watching her master's painful screams, unsure of what had just happened.
Asher couldn't bear the constant pain in his head and pressed his fingers against his temples, as if trying to stop whatever was happening to him.
The maid turned to look at him, worried. She was nervous, but she decided to approach her master. "Young Master Asher, you're... what happened? Does it hurt anywhere? Please don't move, okay? Stay still!" She held Asher in her arms and injected her energy into his body to heal him.
Asher shook in her arms, but after a while, a calming sensation traveled through his body; the pain subsided and was replaced with warmth that filled every molecule of his body.
The middle-aged maid finished treating the young master's condition. She looked worried. Glancing at her master in her arms, she asked, "Are you okay now? Did it work? Does it still hurt anywhere?"
"Oh, thank you... It doesn't hurt anymore; it was just a sudden headache." Asher replied.
Upon hearing his answer, the middle-aged maid felt relieved and smiled at him. "Very well then."
She helped Asher sit upright on his bed, her smooth skin brushing against his arm and sending jolts throughout Asher's body.
'Mystic star? Eldoria country? Wait, this situation seems familiar—yeah, kind of like the novels or web novels. But, in those situations, I was supposed to Transmigrate into another world; then why am I in the same world?'
Asher felt cold sweat forming all over his body as he had just remembered something: the fact that he was now the young master of a prestigious family in the capital city. Here he would be hated and taken advantage of due to the jealousy of the envious and power-hungry people, facing troubles and calamities like the typical cases of young master main characters that he read in novels.
'It was sufficient that I was not transmigrated into the body of a poor man being chased by beasts in a forest, but I suppose I still need to know a lot of things to survive in this world.'
Asher shook his head; it seemed his thoughts had gone to the extreme end of the spectrum. 'Maybe this was a blessing in disguise,' he said, deciding to put some optimism into himself.
With his memory cleared now, Asher figured out his current position within this city and country; finding his way through life was a big help. In this city, there are three prominent families; they take turns ruling the country, the Blake family being one of them.
Asher managed to learn where the transmigration led him. When his memories faded in his mind, reality kicked in his head.
'The three families rule one after the other, and it's my Blake family that has been the ruling family for the past 7 years. This world is where cultivation, martial skills, and talents are valued, which requires time and resources to cultivate.' A strange smile formed on his lips, 'I just happened to be the Young Master and future successor of my family, so I will have an easier time getting resources.'
This could also be a considerable advantage or a problem. As long as Asher keeps this secret, no one will suspect his changes. After all, most people will not notice changes in personality or actions with the help of these memories.
'Alright! First things first, I need more information about this world.' Asher concluded.