Azeroth

Ugh, what the hell” i woke up with a splitting headache in a medieval room of a house but suddenly many year of memories started to merge with me as i realised that i have transmigrated to another world and had become a 17 year old boy who is poisoned and killed by his Step mother and 3 Step after knowing that his father was killed by them to take over his father house but they act like they like him.

The realization hit me like a physical blow, making my stomach churn with a nauseating mix of phantom poison and new, jagged memories. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as the sheer cruelty of it settled in the way their smiles had felt like razor blades against my skin, the warmth of their feigned affection masking the cold intent to strip me of everything.

I forced myself to sit up, the linen sheets rustling loudly in the oppressive silence of the chamber. Every muscle ached with a dull, throbbing fatigue, a lingering remnant of the toxin that had supposedly ended my previous life. My hand drifted to my chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of a heart that shouldn't be beating. They thought they had won. They thought they had buried the heir to the estate along with his father.

A slow, dark grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, though it felt foreign on this new face. Let them play their games of deception and greed. They had invited a wolf into their fold, thinking he was a wounded lamb. The hunger in my gut wasn't just for food; it was a predatory void, an emptiness that demanded satisfaction through power and ruin. The game had changed, and this time, I wouldn't be the one dying.