ughhhhhh!

  I opened my eyes once again to a new ceiling.

  "Where am I right now? Did I die?" I said and got up groggily.

  I looked around, and this time I was in a cramped apartment. A single room with the bed I am on, a bathroom, and an attached kitchen.

  The apartment was a complete mess with clothes thrown on the floor, dirty utensils overflowing the sink, piles of trash, and whatnot.

  "Who did I transmigrate into? Tch, why did I have to die again? I thought I did good," I muttered as I got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom, trying not to step on the filth.

  I looked at the stained mirror, and the memories started to flow in.

  "My name is Aldon Mack. I am a twenty four-year-old guy who rots at home, as a student of life."

  "So now I am a useless guy," I said, letting out a loud sigh as I rubbed my face tightly.

  "Why did I have to die again? This doesn't make any sense."

  I moved back to the only clean place in the apartment, which was the bed.

  I took a look at the calendar, which was covered in stains, and the date read

  2103, Month of Helion, 2nd.

  "So now I am fifty years into the future."

  "Arghhh, this is getting tiring."

  I lifted up my shirt and counted the swirls around my navel, there were , and I was a hearth.

  "Even though I did it just like I planned and just went with the flow, they caught me fast, and damn, that Doyle killed me. How can he kill his best friend, and how did he find out within minutes that I am possessing him? What kind of friends are Malcolm and Doyle to even know each other that much?"

  "Alright, I shouldn't cry. I already cried all the previous times. I should figure out what's happening to me."

  "I should get my thoughts straight."

  I slapped my cheeks thrice and let out a loud breath, trying my best to contain my tears, fear crawling on my skin

  "Stop wavering, Alyss, you can do it. Come on, you can do it, Alyss," I said out loud, pushing myself to figure things out

  "Okay, so where am I right now?" I said with a huff, getting up from the bed again to focus.

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  So I transmigrate whenever I die. That's what's happening until now, right? From getting stomped by those drunks to being shot by Doyle, my deaths lead into another life, but it's random so far. I was Duncan the morning on the day I died, and as Angus, I was on the day I died. As Alyss, continuing that, I should have moved a day forward, that is, uhm, the 8th of Selune, 2054, but I went back two hundred years to 1832, and I was killed and moved to 2103, fifty years into the future from my death as Alyss, and, uhm, let's see, two seventy one? as Malcolm. So it kick-started when I died, and it's random. Is it my ability? But what's the point of an ability if it triggers when I die? and I crossed the age of nine when I died. Was my ability sprouted later? Is my ability transmigration? Then can I control it? Why can't I? Right, I didn't go to ability training classes in school since I was swirless, which means all of this is because I couldn't control my ability? But I didn't have any swirl at that time, and I am able to access the abilities of the person I transmigrated into"

  I focused for a moment, and my body felt light, and I started to levitate.

  Hmm, so flotation is Aldon's ability? Why can I control this without practice but not mine? If mine triggers at death, then at least I should be able to control whom I will transmigrate into, but it's all random lives. Is my ability really useful? Is the rule wrong, and maybe people can awaken after nine? But the question is, how can I control this cursed ability?

  Many questions flooded my mind, overwhelming me with ease, and I couldn't focus on one.

  Okay, I should focus on it, so I think I should do some research and find out about my ability. So how do I do it? Maybe I should do it like the way they do in novels and go search about it in a library or something. Hmm, maybe that should be a good idea, and it looks like Aldon is a useless guy, so the chance of me being killed is low, and I just have to look at both sides when I cross the road.

  Okay, that's decided. Time to head out of this shoebox.

  I threw a hoodie on and turned the doorknob, it was all greasy and sticky. The door number plate read "Sixty-Seven" Block A coppergrounds

  "It wouldn't be bad if I transmigrated into a random person in the Platinum Palace," I muttered, the floor tripped me slightly.

  I went down the stairs, the floorboards creaking with each step, and a voice came from the room adjacent to the staircase, and it was a furious one.

  "Mack, stop, you piece of sh*t. Pay the due rent, you frugal basta*d. You owe me five months of rent"

  It looks like Aldon is a deadbeat and broke.

  I rushed out of the building, ignoring the voice of the guy, and my eyes widened as I entered the street of Block A.

  "Coppergrounds surely has advanced, huh?"

  The road was completely silent even though lots of cars passed through it, it emitted no smoke. The buildings were in far better condition, almost better than the houses in Silverpark back in the 2050s.

  Damn, looks like Coppergrounds developed a lot. I wonder how good Silverpark will be after all; it's been fifty years.

  I need to cross the road between Block A and Block B.

  Okay, Alyss, it's easy. Look to the right, then to the left, and walk straight. It's easy.

  I tentatively took a step forward after checking both sides, and to my surprise, a car grazed part of me the moment I stepped out of the road.

  Phew! That was close, I would have died again in an accident twice.

  I should head to the library and check some stuff now. Where is the library?

  Memories started to flow slowly, and I started to know more about the current world and more about myself.

  The library is in Block E, huh? Should I get a taxi? It's pretty far from here.

  I dug in my pockets only to find a hundred Lumes in there, which wouldn't even cover a taxi back in the 2050s, let alone now.

  Guess I am walking ten kilometers.

  Hope I don't die on the way.

  I thought and crossed my fingers.

  You may have probably noticed that this chapter is no longer than half of the previous ones. An explanation for this is pretty simple. To be honest, my schedule got busy lately, and writing larger chapters burns me out faster expected. I should have planned this from the beginning, but something unexpected popped up and smaller chapters turned out to be the only reasonable decision to prevent myself from exhaustion.