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Isekai'ed (one shot)

As people are going on their business, your typical average shounen was minding his own business, walking from the grocery store because his mom ordered him when suddenly a truck fell from the sky and squashed the young shounen to death. Like mashed potato.

Just like that, the young shounen died without knowing what had happened to him.

People who were near him but not close enough to get squashed were horrified. Some big man screamed like a girl, some called the police, some started recording the accident, some were puking from the gruesome scene and some were splattered with the shounen's blood.

The young shounen, named Bob, woke up in a room, he was confused and looked around. He was tucked in a large bed, he was wearing what looks like a bathing robe with an insignia of a rose placed on the position of where his heart is at.

He got up and surveyed his surroundings, like a room that you'll see for a noble in a fantasy setting. A vase with a flower in it on top of a table, a pen and some what looks like documents on it under a book.

A chair that matches with the intricate design of the table, two sofa and a coffee table that seems to be used to welcome guest and interact with them.

The bed that he woke up from had curtains that were tied to the sides, paintings that adorned the wall, emblazoned with a sunset sinking into the serene lake with trees and animals on the sides.

The antique clock ticking on the bookshelves, books of various sizes and colour on it.

The carpet on the floor embroidered with intricate designs. Lights shine through the window stained glass that gave the room a very nostalgic background.

Overall, he's in a rich man's room that gave off a very calming feeling.

Bob walked towards the stained window and looked through it. He sees a bustling street outside full of liveliness. Merchants and vendors selling their products, housewives walking together gossiping, some buying, men moving boxes and heavy objects, little kids running together.

The clothes and building gave Bob a sense that he was in the 1800s. "*Knocking sound* Master, breakfast is ready." "...Oh uh... I'll be there in 10 minutes" " Understood master" When Bob heard what seems to be a servant calling him for breakfast, he was hesitant to reply but still answered since he needs to know his current situation. He didn't know why he was so cautious of not letting anyone know of his current situation.

Unexpectedly, a huge headache hit him, making him falling on his knees, clutching on his head. Suppressing the intent to scream to not alert the servant, he quickly ran to his bed and unleashed his agony, screaming in the pillow.

"MY HEAD!! IT HURTS!!! AHHHHH!!!!!"

After a minute later, the headache slowly subsided.

He breathed heavily, his back soaked with sweat.

He began to remember memories that didn't belong to him.

Kaizen Kadrosaar, a wealthy businessman that was shrewd, cunning and calculating in personality. Born out of wedlock, he was raised by his mother before she died from an illness when he was 11.His father was nowhere , only knowing his surname was Varose from his mother.

Originally his name was Johnis Varose. Being poor and young in the streets, he got lucky had learned skills from some kind merchants who took pity on him and taught him the art of business in exchange for being their servant boy.

He followed them, travelling around the continent and was amazed by the various different rich cultures, history, geography and traditions...

To be continued by you if you want :D

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