"It isn't magic, it's just math," I said as another mystery of myself popped up in front of me.

  But how am I able to do this level math easily when I suck at basic math? Where did I get this knowledge from? Is this from Siku himself? But based on the memories I have, Siku was pretty decent in math, and there's no way he can solve a calculus-based problem in a minute, so how? Is it knowledge from my previous lives? It's not from Aldon since he studied history in university, and not Malcolm either, he didn't even pass grade ten. What about Angus? Argh, I don't remember much of his life, and Duncan, that's right, Duncan, it must be from him. He is an electrical engineer and a graduate of Morris & Mason, the most prestigious university in Everheat. Of course he would be smart!

  "But how do I know this stuff? Is it because I spent some time taking in his memory? I also took his knowledge with me when I died. But I don't remember math flowing into my mind."

  "So I am able to carry the knowledge of the person I transmigrated into each time? That's convenient but also a headache."

  If I am able to retain their knowledge, will I be able to bring their abilities with me too? No, that isn't right. If I did, I would have activated some other ability when testing out Aldon's.

  ~grr~grr~

  Damn, I am hungry, and Siku has nothing to eat in his room. Should I go downstairs?

  I glanced at the clock; the time read 9:00

  It's not like that, Siku's parents will kill their own son. I could go downstairs, have something, and come backup fast.

  I slowly descended the stairs, carefully trying not to slip and die.

  I made it through the hallway, and I entered the kitchen.

  The kitchen was pretty normal, but it gave off a strong smell of hellebore flowers. In the center, there was a wooden dining table with a flat brown surface, a tablecloth tucked neatly, with three matching wooden chairs arranged around it. The table was clear save for the salt and pepper stand in the center. Against one side of the room, a storage unit in a light beige color stood with one of the doors slightly opened, with several closed drawers and cabinets for storage. Opposite to it, a white heater was placed next to the right wall. The gas top was light grey and fitted into a marble counter. The floor was covered with light ceramic tiles as heat rose from them. The walls were painted in a greenish color with wallpaper on the wall adjacent to the sink.

  "Looks like there is a heating system under this floor," I said, tapping my foot against the warm surface.

  It was empty, motionless, and quiet.

  Siku's parents aren't home? Huh, based on my memories, they were quite the neglectful ones.

  What shall we eat?

  I opened the storage cabinet since a refrigerator wasn't required due to the constant cold across the kingdom.

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  "Spices, condiments, cooking ingredients,why is there no actual food?" I said, closing the cabinet door as one opened again with

  That door's hinge has been gone for the past month.

  I rummaged through the kitchen only for me to see the note left behind on the kitchen counter. It was written in a foreign language, probably the language of Evercold, which is Brewbelton. The letters were sharp, unlike the letters of Alchelnics, which were curvy.

  I tried to read the first few sentences and had a rough start, but I soon caught the drift and was able to read it and understand it fluently.

  "Hmm, so even if I transmigrate into another kingdom, I am able to know about the language due to the memories? That's better."

  So I have to cook for myself? What kind of mom doesn't cook for her own child and leaves with a note?

  Should I cook? What if I blow up the house? What if the gas leaks and I die? But relics were invented to stop an accident like that from happening, but everything happens against me. I don't want to die, I would rather starve and wait for Siku's mom rather than blow myself up. Let me just fill up on water.

  I checked the water dispenser, but it was empty too.

  "Why is there nothing in this house?"

  The tap water should be fine.

  Nope, if that water has some disease, I might die.

  I sighed as I settled into the chair and rested my head on the table.

  "This is the best and worst life I transmigrated into."

  On one side, I am not a random father or a traitor, where I should put on a good act, maintaining that person's demeanor and trying not to die, but here I can live as long as I figure it out, and seventeen isn't too far from nine, in a couple of days or weeks, I can manage and then live on.

  On the other hand, Siku's parents are neglectful, and most of the time they aren't home, based on his memories, and Siku essentially lives alone and does everything himself, but I don't want to risk dying, so the chance of me killing myself accidentally is high. Also, I've got nothing to do and no one to talk to, I might go mad if this continues.

  When will his parents come home? I might starve to death this time.

  *****

  They say that hunger often leads to negative thoughts. I guess that's true because for the past nine hours, my mind has run in circles thinking about what-if scenarios, and none of it has ended pleasantly. If I didn't get stomped by those drunks, then I would have been experimented on by scientists. If I wasn't killed as Duncan, I would have died by electrocution. I even thought that I was cursed, and it was the most credible answer because I recalled that the fetter held my wrist tight.

  "If it really is like a novel, then I wish I was a background character."

  "Argh, this hunger is getting to my head."

  I stood up abruptly, pushing the salt and pepper on the table, which shook from the vibrations. My mouth was as dry as a desert, and my head started to ache.

  I should head out; being hungry might make me insane at this rate.

  I wore my shoes and pushed open the door, the handle cool against my warm skin, and I brazenly took a step out.

  ~woooosh!

  A cold gust of wind blew past me, the chilly air made me shiver.

  "Oh my god, it's so cold," I shrieked and immediately retreated back into the house and shut the door.

  "What was I thinking going without insulation?"

  I hit my head in frustration and went upstairs to get suited up with the insulation, and I finally headed out, the warmth produced by the undershirt, the hoodie, and the pants protecting me from the freezing cold.

  "Tch, I forgot the beanie," I said as I wore the hood.

  Should I go to a restaurant? or just buy instant food?

  I walked through the streets of Crosmo, contemplating what to eat and where to eat.

  Thump!

  "Oh, sorry, my bad. Didn't see you coming." I said, trying to avoid the gaze of the girl I accidentally bumped into too.

  "Where do you think you are going?" the girl said in a feathered tone, grabbing my wrist, looking at me with a assessing look as she parted her rosy lips and said

  "And why didn't you come to school today, Siku?" her tone becoming sharp as her lips curled