Chapter 1: Losing Dignity and a New Beginning

Author's POV

"YES YES, KEEP GOING!!!!" screamed an excited woman in ecstasy as she slammed her hips against those of the imposing African-American man.

"You like doing this kind of thing when your man isn't around, huh?" declared the man, gritting his teeth before grabbing the woman's hair to empty himself properly into her.

*thud* sound of a briefcase falling

"...Johnny..." she mumbled towards the new person at the bedroom door.

She still had trouble expressing herself correctly due to the brutal orgasm she had experienced with her partner.

"Oh, you're this bitch's fiancé?" asked the African-American man, slapping the woman's buttocks.

*heu~* she moaned in response, forgetting Johnny's presence.

After slapping the woman's ass, the man stood up shamelessly, exposing his still-erect member. He even seemed to feel pride in exposing it in front of the woman's fiancé.

"You, you scum," said Johnny in a clearly enraged tone. He put his hand in his suit to take out his weapon.

He lived in the state of Texas in the USA, he knew he could get away with it if he eliminated this African-American man who had just fucked his woman. He would only have to pretend he felt threatened and, given the man's build and the situation, it would be credible.

Before he could grab his weapon, the naked man instinctively felt in danger and closed the distance between them in a few seconds, giving him a kick of rare violence to the stomach.

"I see you have enough balls to want to use a weapon, but unfortunately they weren't enough to satisfy your bitch," he said, mounting the man in the suit to chain several blows.

"STOP, YOU'LL KILL HIM!" shouted the woman, embracing the naked man from behind.

"Okay okay baby, I won't continue for you," he said, taking the woman in his arms like a princess.

From Johnny's angle, he could see his woman's crotch dripping with the seed of the man who had just beaten him up.

"You understand now, wimp, who the real man is here?" he said, looking at Johnny on the ground, covered in blood after their "confrontation".

"Honey, no Johnny, I wanted to tell you but I was too scared," declared the woman, still in her lover's arms.

"It's been a while since I wasn't sure I loved you anymore after meeting Markus at a party with friends..." she said before stopping, probably too embarrassed to continue.

"You get it, she loves me and she already intended to break up, so get out of here," declared the man named Markus in a final tone, leaving with the woman to the bedroom.

"Shit," swore Johnny on the ground before getting up staggering.

"This isn't over, I'll file a complaint, asshole," he said, leaving his fiancée's apartment.

"If you do that, I'll also file a complaint for racism and attempted murder. Of course, I have a witness here, don't I baby? Haha," Markus declared in response.

Certainly. Here's the continuation of the translation:

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"So you're telling me you got beaten up by a naked Black man in front of your fiancée," declared Sandra, Johnny's sister, in a shocked tone.

"I correct you, she's my ex-fiancée now," declared Johnny, taking a burger while frowning.

"Ok ok, so what are you going to do now?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"I'd like to get revenge, but this Markus guy is influential in a criminal organization in the area, so no hitman wants the job," Johnny sighed, taking a fruit juice.

He had tried to contact hitmen on darkweb forums, but none wanted to risk killing Markus. It seems the consequences would be too high.

"Wait a minute, bro, you wanted to pay a hitman to eliminate your ex's boyfriend?" asked Sandra, clearly shocked.

It was clearly an act that only a madman would undertake.

"What should I do then?" replied Johnny in a clearly annoyed tone. He was still having trouble accepting the humiliation he had suffered.

"I understand you feel humiliated, but calm down, bro. There are plenty of pretty girls in the state of Texas, and I promise I'll introduce you to some acquaintances at Bruce's party," she said, trying to comfort him.

Johnny's frown softened at his sister's words. He hurried to finish his burger before getting up to leave.

"Ok Sandra, I'll try to turn the page," declared Johnny before leaving.

"I'll contact you about Bruce's party," she said loudly to Johnny as he was leaving the restaurant.

As Johnny was walking down the street, an unknown man suddenly bumped into him before stabbing him.

"That's for trying to kill my brother Markus, scum," he said in a low voice before leaving the knife in his heart and quickly leaving.

"Shit, I'm dying like this..." thought Johnny as he fell on the sidewalk.

"JOHNNY! JOHNNY!" screamed Sandra, rushing to her brother's side as he was bleeding out on the sidewalk.

"Sorry, sis..." he said with difficulty before slowly losing consciousness without being able to finish his sentence.

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Johnny's POV

"Look honey, are these twins?" declared a man, smiling.

I don't know why, I was suddenly being held by a man with long ears like elves in fantasy universes.

The last memory I had was being next to my sister and slowly dying from blood loss.

I had closed my eyes to rest, and then I found myself here, observing this man holding me.

The man with long ears was holding me delicately in his arms along with another baby, as if he were holding porcelain dolls.

"We have twins again, huh," declared the woman, taking me from the man's arms. She had a maternal smile.

"You're quite lively, and your sister is very calm," she murmured in a maternal tone.

"I know, I'm going to call you Leylin. Yes, that's it, you're Leylin Blight and she'll be named Amity Blight," she said affectionately.

Leylin? It's like the name of that "person". If there are "elves" in this universe, then there could be magic, right?

Maybe I could resemble him and transcend my mortal condition to no longer be that idiot dying on a sidewalk slowly bleeding out.

"I like their names, honey," declared the man, taking us all in his arms.

I had never realized I had forgotten this feeling, it was the same when Sandra cried watching me die.

Is this what family love is?

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"Leylin, you're in father's office again," declared Emira, entering the room.

"Sorry big sister, but I love magic too much," I said, looking at the books in front of me that talked about the logic behind the magic circle for each type of spell.

It had already been a few years since my reincarnation. I was currently 5 years old, and my magical training was progressing well. It was also the case for my investigation to understand my situation.

It turns out I had reincarnated into a fictional world from my past life called "The Owl House".

I discovered the truth because of the clan names and the name of my current location, "the Boiling Isles". Of course, my twin sister's name had already given me a clue.

"You're a weird boy. If you're not in the workshop with father asking him questions about his work, then you're here reading books about magic," she said, opening the door to leave.

She seemed clearly annoyed by my behavior, I could understand her.

At her age, one doesn't appreciate knowledge, and personally, at the beginning I also fell asleep in front of the books, but I persevered.

That's how I was able to become a good computer scientist.

I know that soon, I'll need strength, and I'll possibly regret not having learned more or not having trained more.

"Sorry, sis, but magic is just too fascinating," I declared to her before she closed the door.

She and Amity often reminded me of Sandra. She was my only family, and now she must be alone.

"I have to turn the page and I must take advantage of the fact that people in this place don't understand the luck of having magic," I muttered, taking another book.

"No one on this island can understand how amazing magic is, but in the future, someone other than me will understand," I thought, frowning.

I still remember the person who should be my sister's future girlfriend, but I'll make sure that doesn't happen.

"I've had my fill of people of other ethnicities around my close ones," I said in a resolute tone.