CHAPTER 2
"Huh…? Where… am I…?"
His eyes slowly opened. A dim ceiling came into view. The air felt different—denser, calmer, unfamiliar.
"Wait… the universe…?"
His thoughts scattered.
"I ne—what… what is this…? Is this… a boy?"
He tried to move his hands.
Small. Weak.
"I'm in a body… of a boy."
A voice echoed from downstairs.
"Son! Come down here, we need to eat now!"
"…Yes, Father. I'm coming down."
He stood up slowly, adjusting to the unfamiliar body. Each movement felt limited, as if the vessel itself resisted his awareness.
"What am I doing here… is there a mirror?"
His eyes scanned the room.
"No… wait… my face…"
He stumbled slightly as he reached for a reflective surface.
"Why… why is this face beaten?"
Pain suddenly surged through his head.
"Who… the hell did this to this child?"
"Ahh…!"
He clutched his head.
"It's… hurting… it feels like it's going to burst…"
The sensation intensified, like fragments of memories forcing their way into his consciousness.
"I can't… hold this pain…"
His breathing became unstable.
"How can a child bear this…"
"Wait… I need to rest…"
Another voice called from downstairs.
"Drax! What are you doing? I said let's go and eat!"
"Father… my head… it's hurting again… those people…"
Footsteps approached.
"Just rest there, honey… what's wrong?" a woman's voice said with concern. "Drax's head is hurting again… he needs to rest."
The pressure in his mind continued.
"Wait… I can see… whose memory is this…?"
Images began to surface.
Every hit… every insult… every moment of suffering.
"I see… every strike… unbreakable…"
The truth settled in his mind.
"So… I was transmigrated… into this body… of a weak child…"
More visions appeared.
Flashes of humiliation. Voices mocking. Pain repeated over and over.
"Hey Drax, come here. Lick my boots."
"Ugh… those bastards…"
"He Drax… your name is cool… but you're weak… hahaha!"
"Hold his body—ugh! Punch him!"
"Please… stop…"
The memories echoed like scars imprinted on the soul.
"No way… this child endured all of this…"
A faint glow of divine energy stirred within him.
"Divine light… heal this child…"
The pain began to subside.
A quiet presence emerged within his consciousness.
"You may rest now, my child… I will take your body… and I will deal with those influenced by my evil brother."
His awareness stabilized.
His identity shifted.
"So… this man's name is Drax Miller…"
He took a breath.
"Now… I am Drax Miller… as the Supreme One."
—
"Father…"
The voice came naturally now.
"Drax! Are you okay, sweetheart? Don't let yourself be beaten by those kids," his father said, worry in his tone.
"Yes, Father."
A brief silence followed.
"By the way… what is your name again? And your mother's?"
The question triggered a familiar response.
"I am Laurens Miller… and this is Sasha Miller."
"Thank you."
His eyes shifted as he continued to process his surroundings.
"And… what is this world called? This place?"
His father looked slightly confused.
"This world is called Gaia… and we are in the Conz Kingdom."
"Gaia…" he repeated internally. The name felt familiar, yet distant.
"So this child has a family… a simple home…"
His thoughts organized themselves.
"Let's eat. After that, pack your things. You'll need to go to the academy."
The word caught his attention.
"Academy?"
"Father… is there magic here?"
His father chuckled lightly.
"Magic? That's just a myth. Magic doesn't exist here… only the supreme possess it."
A faint reaction formed in Drax's eyes.
"Only the supreme…?"
A subtle smirk appeared.
"That's… good."
Internally, his thoughts sharpened.
"So we are the only ones… interesting."
"Hahaha…"
His father smiled at his reaction.
"Nice answer, my child."
Drax's gaze turned distant for a moment.
"Brother… I will find you… wherever you are."
His resolve began to form again.
"Son," his father said, "I have a story to tell you."
Drax listened.
"There is a book… called The Book of the Supreme One Magic. Only the worthy can wield its power."
Drax's interest deepened.
"That… sounds valuable."
"I want to hold it," he replied calmly.
His father gave a small smile.
"Only the worthy may access it."
Drax's expression remained composed.
"I see."
He observed the environment quietly.
"Seventeen years old… and still living as someone who has been beaten…"
A faint sense of resolve replaced any lingering weakness.
"Son, here's your food. And don't lose to those kids—fight them like I taught you!"
Drax nodded.
"I will get ready for school."
He moved to prepare his uniform.
"Hmm… it looks like a wizard's attire… yet magic doesn't exist here."
Time passed quickly.
He finished preparing.
"Goodbye, Father! Goodbye, Mother!"
"Goodbye, sweetheart!" his mother replied warmly.
Drax stepped outside, the world ahead of him unknown, yet filled with potential.
And within him… the will of something far beyond this world had already begun to awaken.