A new beginning

A man sits in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from the multiple screens in front of him. The room is cluttered with empty energy drink cans and fast food wrappers, a clear indication of the hours he's spent in this very spot.

He's wearing a headset, fully immersed in the fantasy world of the game in front of him. The game is a popular one, an ero- fantasy game of swords and magic, known for its stunning graphics and steamy scenes with the heroines. But for this man, it's nothing more than a source of frustration. He's been trying to beat the final boss and save the heroines, but the game's insane difficulty level makes it impossible. He groans in frustration as the "Game Over" screen appears once again. He takes off his headset and leans back in his chair, lost in thought.

John, that's the man's name, is a hardworking guy with a knack for business, and has a crazy interest in new technology. Despite his busy job, he likes to spend time alone, mainly playing video games. He's been a fan of fantasy games since he was young, but it's also a way for him to escape from the pain of not being able to save them… them who? Well -

BAMM!

John's mind immediately goes into a state of shock and horror . Time seems to slow down as he sees, something humongous coming towards him

IT'S A TRUCK!!!

As the truck careening towards him, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over him. The memories of the tragic accident that took his family's lives flash through his mind.

The building shakes violently as the truck collides with it, and John realises that this is not just a dream or an illusion.

Panic sets in as he tries to run towards the door, but… as always his luck betrays him whenever he needs it the most, his legs got trapped by a falling piece of concrete, The unimaginable pain makes a mess of his mind, the weight of it left him unable to move, and his vision starts to fade as he looks towards the truck.

Through the haze, he notices that there's no driver in the truck!

THIS….. NO...JUST LIKE BEFORE

But wait… didn't I live on the 7th Floor !!!!!?????

HOW CA-...

But what happens next… is more terrifying!

As John lay there, his vision slowly fading, he couldn't help but think that this was it. He had always feared death, but now it was upon him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. But then, something strange happened. As he lay there, taking his final breath, he noticed that the truck that had hit him was no longer there. He thought it must have been his mind playing tricks on him, but as he looked around, there was no sign of the truck anywhere. The only thing left was the destruction it had caused. John couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a dream or some sort of twisted reality. But as the darkness consumed him, he knew that this was the end of his life. The end of his regrets, his fears, and his pain. He closed his eyes and let out his last breath, hoping that whatever came next would be better than this.

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As I open my eyes, I find myself in a luxurious room that looks like it's straight out of a fantasy novel. The walls are adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and scenes from ancient legends, the furniture is made of a dark, polished wood that glows in the light of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the room. The bed I am lying on is like nothing I've ever seen before, made of soft, silken sheets and plump, comfortable pillows. But as I take in my surroundings, I realize that there's something off about this place. It's not just the stunning decor, it's the technology. There are screens and buttons everywhere, and I can't help but feel like I've been transported to some kind of advanced fantasy world. The room is a perfect blend of the old and the new, the traditional and the modern, and I can't help but feel a sense of confusion and disorientation as I try to make sense of it all.

Panic starts to set in as I try to make sense of where I am and how I got here. I try to move my body, but I find that I'm weak and my head is pounding. Suddenly, memories start flooding my mind. I see flashes of a past life, of a family that I loved and lost. I see the accident that took them from me, and I feel the crushing weight of grief once again.

But then, something else starts to come into focus. I see a different life, one where I am a Duke's son, with a different name and a different fate. I try to reconcile these two lives in my mind, but it's overwhelming. I can't shake the feeling that I'm living in some kind of dream.

I start to panic as I try to get up, but my head is spinning and I can't seem to focus. I realize that I must have been injured in some kind of fight, and my head is bandaged. I try to remember what happened, but my memories are hazy. All I know is that I'm not in my own body and I don't know how I got here.

As I lay there, trying to make sense of my new reality, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of confusion and disorientation. Who am I? What is this place? And most importantly, how did I get here?

As I lay there, trying to make sense of my new reality, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of confusion and disorientation. Who am I? What is this place? And most importantly, how did I get here? My head is still spinning and I can feel myself getting lightheaded. Just as I think I'm about to faint, I hear a voice. It's a female voice, soothing and familiar. I try to focus on the voice, trying to place where I've heard it before. Suddenly, it hits me. "Lilly," I whisper, the name coming to me like a distant memory.

"Yes, my lord, it's me," the voice says, and I can hear the relief in her tone

I try to speak, but my throat is dry and my voice comes out as a croak. "Lilly? What's going on? Where am I?"

She takes a step closer to me, her face etched with worry. "You're in your room, my lord. You were injured during sword practice and we had to bring you back here."

I struggle to remember what she's talking about. "Injured? Sword practice? I don't remember any of that."

"You've been asleep for three days. The doctors said that your memories might be in a jeopardized state due to the head injury you sustained during your sword practice." she explained.

I try to process this information, but it's all too much. My mind is a jumbled mess of memories and confusion. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. When I open my eyes again, I see a woman standing at the foot of my bed. She's a beautiful Girl, with long red hair and blood red eyes. She's dressed in a maid's uniform, and I can see the worry etched on her face.

"What is my name?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The maid looks shocked, and I can see the realization dawn on her face.

"Your name is ethan darkwing, my lord," she says, hesitantly, you are the heir of darkwing dukedom

I try to remember if that name means anything to me, but it's like grasping at smoke. I can feel the frustration building inside me. I want to remember, but it's like there's a barrier in my mind that I can't break through.

"I'll let you rest, my lord," the maid says, sensing my distress. "We'll talk more when you're feeling better."

I nod, too exhausted to speak. As she leaves the room, I close my eyes and let out a sigh

WAIT!!

Lily flinched!

Did you just said my name's " Ethan Darkwing"???

"Umm… yes my lord"

I AM FUCKED !!