Ace of Spades and Reincarnation

Walking down the street looking around at my surroundings, I spotted a sci-fi looking revolver.

Because it was late at night and the streets and sidewalks were empty, barely anyone would pay attention to me.

Because of that, I walked over to the gun and took a closer look. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the revolver was an exact copy of the Ace of Spades from the game Destiny 2.

Not giving a shit, I picked up the gun.

Feeling that the gun was around 3 pounds, I experimented with it by swinging out the barrel. The barrel had 13 bullets slots, which is really impressive the size of the slots seemed to allow a full-sized bulletin there without any compromises. Well, the only compromise being the gun over a foot long. The gun itself had no bullets, which I kinda expected. After all, who would leave a real working gun with bullets in the middle of the street?

After checking there was no bullets and no one was around once again, I pulled the hammer back and aimed the gun at the ground in front of me.

A little bit nervous, I pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Except for a click, signaling that the barrel was empty.

What did I expect? It's not like this gun can suddenly open a portal beneath my feet and suddenly transport me to another world right?

All of a sudden, a black portal with orange glowing outlines, suddenly appeared below my feet and sucked me in before I could even panic.

=-= Time Skip Few weeks =-=

This is so fucking boring!

I've been stuck in this small cramped sticky place, which I identified as my new mother's womb.

Immediately knowing I was a baby since I was falling asleep way too fast and also because I felt my limbs being so small and restricted, I did the best thing I could think of.

Panic the fuck out. But then again I panicked for like a straight 5 minutes before I got tired of thinking and took my nap.

You see in my previous life, I had a mental condition. My brains neuroplasticity had been more different than others. It was constantly changing and adapting with every new sensation, every new touch, taste, feel, everything 'new' to me would change me in some ways.

Well that's a good thing, right? Your brain is adapting faster than regular people and you have an advantage, right?

Wrong! That just means that I get tired more easily because of energy consumption and I pick habits and personalities fast. I later grew up to have an eccentric personality.

When I was a child all the way up till 5th grade, I was anti-social as fuck and had no friends what so ever, so I grew up with little common sense. It's not my fault I didn't know how to socialize.

Not to mention my parents barely helped me or even taught me anything.

All they did was check up on me once in a while and made sure I was fed and that was it.

Starting 6th grade I finally made some friends. Turns out the friends I made were slightly special. As in one cussed like their ass was raped 24/7, another was slightly psychopathic, another was cold, and the last was more normal than any of us.

Since I have never had friends before and the concept was new, along with cussing, psychopath, cold.

My brain had changed and not even a few weeks after meeting them, I started cussing even more then my friend did, I grew even more psychopathic than my other friend did, and I became even colder than my other-other friend did.

The only saving grace was my friend that was normal. I also eventually learned to mask my thoughts and emotions.

My emotions as a whole changed and I started to need physical and proof to be able to establish what emotion currently active in general.

As I grew up, I became more detached than everyone else and focused most of my time sleeping. I also picked up from my mother's side of the family was their anger issues.

Originally, I was pron-to have more anger spurts as I grew up, but I quickly was able to subdue most of the anger and only calmly looked onward as my family raged about over the littlest things.

Time skip to when I was around 14, I watched an anime and grew to love them. From there I neglected sleep in order to watch anime and from there and the rest of my past life I only had a couple of hours of sleep at most each day.

The lucky thing is that I didn't really get black bags.

The unlucky thing is that really honest and blunt people started to comment that I had this dead look in my eyes.

Although maybe they are true. I was feeling a bit dead inside. Because the more I associated myself with my family the more I swore I lost brain cells and the more I wanted to kill everyone around me and myself included.

Back to when I was 14 and discovered anime. For a whole good year, I watched anime after anime and then I discovered web novels.

They were probably the best thing that had happened in my life. As the anime I watched slowly dulled in quality, novels were more than able to make up for it.

The variety of choices had baffled me at first, but I slowly fell for the fantasy genre.

Don't get me wrong, I read books and played games before, but after reading a shit ton of books and playing games over and over, I grew bored quickly.

That's why I loved web novels. There were so many choices.

Anyways, as I entered freshman year, I met some normal people for once. Kinda. They stilled cussed like there was a stick up their ass, but not really as much as I did.

And then I meet those new friends I picked up some of their habits and personality.

The main ones being that I started to narrate myself too much. I also started to slur my words and quickly that grew into a speech impediment.

Like me tell you, I FUCKING hate this shit speech impediment. It wasn't like I was already having troubles with anything foreign-related, but now I can't even fucking speak English properly without sounding like a drunk guy.

Although it only happens once in a while. Like the chance of me slurring my words are really random. But it occurs more often when I speak for a long period of time.

Anyways after high school and into college, I stopped trying to make friends and instead focused on my studies.

And while in college, I noticed that my desire and emotion for love was almost nonexistent.

Of course, there were times I was horny, but I was able to suppress that with no issue. Love, on the other hand, I didn't know where to start.

Was it a physical emotion like where you feel your stomach warming or you act different in the face of your supposed 'love' or is it a mental one where you can't feel it, but somehow you just know you're in love.

Cause I know for sure I never felt any of that. Even my family, I didn't really FEEL anything.

Because my brain was already using enough energy to constantly adapt and change, I didn't really like to think as that would waste even more energy.

I simply preferred to act on instinct as that saves me more energy. So instead of being a leader, I'm more of a soldier.

I'll leave all the thinking to the people who actually like to think.

=-= Time skip few months =-=

Being cognitive while in the womb is perhaps the most boring shit I've been through.

All I could do was sleep and sleep. Which I didn't mind, but after the same shit over and over I needed something else to do.

Suddenly my mother starts to move and is not at all gentle and concerned about her FUCKING BABY.

LIKE FUCKING BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU FUCKING A NINJA OR SOME SHIT, CAUSE DAMN STOP MOVING!

Needless to say, I was quite annoyed with my peaceful slumber and suddenly I fucking get smashed around the womb like a goddamn roller-coaster on acid.

All the sudden I start to hear my mother screaming and some people yelling in the background.

Suddenly a feel a strong suction force, pulling me towards the big ass bright light and what I assume to be my mother's vagina.

Knowing I really don't want to risk my new mother's life so soon, without being able to even judge who she is yet.

I moved so my head was facing the light, but I couldn't determine which way my head was facing, up or down.

After going through excruciating pain for squeezing through such a tight entrance. Which I conveniently cursed a shit ton in my head, I was finally able to take a look at my mother, after I was wiped and wrapped in a towel.

My first thought. 'Beautiful' She had smooth black hair that was slightly wild and spiky, a bit like a sayians you could say, she had a beautiful body and red eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul.

At the time I didn't know, but I felt a small electric shock reverberate throughout my body when I first saw her. It was than I discovered a new emotion.

I then heard my new mother speak in a cold and neutral tone.

"Onyx. Onyx Branwen. Welcome to the Branwen tribe."

It was at that moment I knew shit was about to be real.

I became the fucking son of Raven Branwen.

Also, did I mention that everything LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING ANIME?! Like everything looks like an anime yet it looks real?

It was so off-putting.

Like someone had made an anime with such graphics that it looks real.

That's what I'm seeing right now.

Fuck.

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Yo, if you read the synopsis then you know why I made this novel. Updates once again random.

See ya!