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But quickly, his grogginess cleared up, and he slowly sat up.

Looking around him, he could see he was in a place that looked like a hospital room, but without the usual bits of wires; it simply seemed like a mini-room, and he was lying on the bed.

Raising his hands to his arms, the white light from the crystal above the ceiling showered its rays on him, and he unconsciously clenched hard within his palms, unfurling and furling once more.

"I\'m really alive. I live... again," he thought with exasperation as his eyes moistened, but he reigned in the feeling of crying out the tears.

He couldn\'t believe how he was given a second chance, but quickly, his mind was starting to register the feeling of having been given a second chance.

"Could it have been due to me helping that man?" he mused to himself, remembering his last memories of his life on Earth.

But that didn\'t matter much.

He was now alive, and that was all he needed.

"That said, this place..." Nolan mused to himself as he rose from the bed, stepping onto the ground.

With a feel of his bearing, he rose to his feet before walking toward the milky-white glass that was hung over at the other end of the room.

Arriving before it, he could finally see his own reflection and the scene of it, one which felt alien yet familiar to him.

It was a young man around the age of 16.

He possessed an oval-shaped face, milky white and could be referred to as quite handsome.

His right eye was a strange color with sharp crimson pupils, reminiscent of a fiery raging beast, while the second left eye was an astral blue-colored gem that gave off a vibrant light, a direct contrast to his right one.

His hair was snowy white and flowy, falling over his shoulder.

On Earth, the young man before him would be one of those young masters of large corporations or a world-renowned model, judging from his beauty.

But what was eye-raising was the fact that the young man was currently half naked, and on his body, Nolan could see various marks.

They had healed up, but they were still there—the stubborn scars that held on, unwilling to be erased.

Feeling the scars, Nolan closed his eyes, and his hand trailed over them.

Immediately, memories began washing into his brain, and he quickly came to the realization of who had done it.

The answer brought him close to tears.

They were cuts and lash marks inflicted by other pupils onto Nolan himself.

"What did you do wrong..." The faint whisper came out from Nolan\'s lips, and once more, memories flowed, this time in a large amount, and he finally understood the reasons for the injustice.

It was a simple reason.

The body he inherited was... cursed!

The world where he currently was is vastly different from the world he knew.

This world held a strange source of power that has been learned to be harnessed by the people.

And in this world, what was greatly valued was one\'s bloodline and Mythological Descent.

The Nolan that he was in was a member of the Greek Mythological Descent, even though his real Mythological god was unknown to him.

The Greek Mythological Descent could be said to be the strongest in this world, but still, Nolan got bullied by everyone he walked by, and the reason was very simple.

While Mythological Descent was important, what was even more important was the energy called Divine Essence.

Everyone in this world possessed it and could use it in a certain form.

The same could be said about Nolan.

He also had Divine Essence, but unfortunately, Nolan had no access to his Divine Essence.

He couldn\'t control it, and what was even mind-numbing was the fact that Nolan had a weird constitution that made others able to take control of his Divine Essence beyond his own will!

Divine Essence that could only be used to improve the abilities possessed had very different uses for Nolan.

Not only could others manipulate his Divine Essence, but they could even steal his Divine Essence for themselves.

They could take it out of his body using it to empower themselves and also control it within his own body to harm him.

The marks on his body were made from a whip that had been formed by his own Divine Essence and had been used to whip him by his bullies.

Without being able to control his own Divine Essence and others being able to absorb his Divine Essence and use it, Nolan had quickly turned into a weak piece of trash in a world that valued strength above everything else.

The body he was in right now had gone through literal hell.

Others could make him fall by simply manipulating his Divine Essence and messing with the flow, and they could harm him by conjuring things from his own Divine Essence.

They could make him instantly weak by simply absorbing all his Divine Essence and rendering him helpless.

Essentially, he was useless, and his only use of his power was helping others become more powerful to harm him even more.

The memories of the endless bullies flowed harder and harder until Nolan himself had his fingers dug into his palms.

He could feel the injustice that the body he was in had suffered.

The reason why he had died was because one of his bullies had taken things too far and whipped him and cut him up until he could no longer take it and died.

Then he was thrown into the pit to rot away.

That was how Nolan had been able to fuse with the body.

"Tch, bastards!" He said grinding his teeth together.

None could better relate than Nolan himself.

The bitting feeling of Supression.

It was something his soul hated most deeply and the feeling caused a fiery rage to bloom through him.

But just as quickly as the fiery rage came, it dispersed from his heart.

\'I can\'t afford to lose my head to rage or it\'ll only repeat itself again. I\'m still powerless to resist. What I need to do is a find a way.

Don\'t worry Nolan, I\'ll make sure your body will never feel this again..." Nolan promised to his other twin soul, with eyes closed, and his heart brimming with conviction.

And that was when it came.

[DING!!]