My first life was mundane, but it was contentful.
While I was stuck at a job that I dislike, the purpose that lays behind my choice to endure the problems that comes with that occupation made it worthwhile. I have a sibling, a brother to be exact, and he was a bright and smart boy who excelled in pretty much every interest he sets his eyes on. He is nearing the end of his senior high and is preparing to set his foot in college life.
After our parents died, we were left with their remaining money, it was enough to feed us both for many years but that budget could only go so far. Things like college or any higher education is out of the question, that is why I work that job in the first place.
Enduring relentless suffocating mundanity sitting behind a counter.
Dealing with moronic customers and entitled assholes who got nothing better to do than bother 9-to-5 workers, just trying to get through the day.
All of those were made worth it seeing that brat set foot in a proper college, and being able to afford his chosen course.
I hope he's doing better.
And I pray to God that my death does not hinder his drive.
He has the potential of a better life. Mine was a dead end, and with no finish line to work on I dedicated my time to build a ladder for my brother to climb on.
Death is a ruthless thing…
"The choice is simple, Roland. Exile yourself with my grace to improve your capabilities. I will give you everything that you will need to survive, that only and that. Once you accept you will not be known as Roland Silver, but simply Roland…"
I nodded.
"The other choice, I forcibly remove you from this estate and throw you out to the forest. With your only yourself to help, your surname will be confiscated, and any attempts to connect yourself to the Silver name once more will be met by enforcement – I don't care the degree of violence needed."
Enosh, grab a paper from his desk, "I've already filled up the necessary documents to make your expulsion official – mechanics and everything. If you accept the first option, then I will leave you with the last bit of grace left in me and give you a loot of resources to make your journey possible. Please, Roland, accept the first choice. I don't want to stain my hand with one of my blood."
This is…
Merciful?
"I…"
"Do not rush," Enosh cold voice broke through the attempt to talk, "At this moment, you are still welcome in the estate. Take the time to plan, and mechanize how you will leave."
In the novel.
Little was known of Roland family, much less his father. Aside from the aforementioned siblings, Ishmael and Martha, the silver family was an elusive background aspect of "Incursion." A powerful family from which the rival and friend of the protagonist was born, and one of the female interests originated.
I expected less of Enosh. Seeing as how Roland turned out in the original canon.
I didn't foresee the old-man being this gentle.
"..."
I was quiet, and my father continued to write.
With my confusion wearing on my sleeve, I couldn't help but think.
Is this the story I really know?
"Thank you, Father…" I said and bowed to a restrained level. I am still Roland after all, I need to stay in character before becoming myself.
The old-man stopped writing, and looked at me. The sharpness of his eyes was gone, but there was no softness replacing it. Just an honest look.
"You are welcome," He said, then he returned to his doings.
After that.
I left the room.
Close the door, and stood there for a moment.
Looking at the insignia on the wall.
I sigh.
"Roland, " I mutter, "You were an idiot."
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"Was it really necessary?"
Enosh stopped writing, and looked to the side where a feminine voice echoed.
Inside the shadows, something stirred, bubbled, and boiled before something surfaced. Before the silence, a woman came out. But it is clear she's no normal thing. With skin as dark as coal, eyes as blue as twilight, and ears as long and sharp as an elf. This woman is otherworldly.
But Enosh didn't flinch, didn't react to how you would expect seeing something crawl literal darkness.
"Yes." Enosh answered.
"As necessary as polishing a blade."
The woman's delicate face smirked.
"If I left that boy to his devices he would be in ruin, and bring even more shame to the silver family."
"Hehehe~"
"Whatever you say," the dark thing giggled.
Enosh's face sharpened.
"Return from where you came, you troublesome familiar."
"Sigh…"
Enosh ran his finger across his gray hair. His breath fogging his monocle.
"From one annoyance to another," He clumped his jaw in irritation.
"I need to write the papers for the materials that boy needs," He looks at his paper work.
Vulcan Bladesmith.
Morgana Brew.
Master at Arms.
Scribes guild.
All the necessary threads he needs to sew in order to make this process less troublesome as possible.
"Sigh…" Enosh almost let his face fall on the table, "When will you give this old one a break, great Goddess?"
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Returning to my room, I felt strange.
Well, all I've felt is strangeness since the moment I woke up from my death.
Dying in an accident painlessly and being transmigrated inside the body of a future villain.
Having expectations proven wrong of how supposed characters operate.
Seriously, how Roland turned out the way he is in the novel with a father like that is beyond me. He basically has everything, a vestige name, a powerful bloodline jam packed with innate benefits, and a wealthy family with so many connections. Roland fumble a generational bag, that much I could tell, for what reason I do not k-
"On second thought," My eyes lit up, "I think I remember why Roland was like that."
It involves a girl of royal blood and a humiliating rejection.
The princess of the kingdom Zohar, who went to Kadmon at a certain point, attended the party celebrating the birth of the new star – the prince of Kadmon. With all major families invented, the Silver family, a lineage dowsed in so much legacy, attended to commemorate the birthing of a new royal blood.
Roland, young and idiotic, tried his shot with the princess, whose name I recall is Venus. And being publicly rejected, and I think Roland never really moved past that incident.
As all his vices involve pleasure and woman in aspects.
"Truly," I sat down, and prepared to plan, "Roland is this world equivalent of an Incel."
[Ding.]
"Huh?"
[Pre-requisite met, new host identified.]
My eyes slowly widen, as my jaw begins to fall.
[Initiating activation…]
"N-no way."
[ACTIVATION COMPLETE!]
"No fucking way…!"
[WELCOME TO THE EDEN SYSTEM!]
[The new host is welcome and greeted by the system!]
"It's a damn system!"
"I have a fucking cheat!"
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