After being massacred vigorously in his past life, and now floating in to nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance?

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"What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." 
'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought

The Third Party

Third Person’s POV (12 yrs., 8 months) 


That same particular day after hearing the news that Ken came down with a fever, and after witnessing it for themselves how pitiful their friend had become, the group was short of motivation for the day. 


Thoughts of worry and questions swam their minds as they and the rest of the town -yes the news was spread to the people of the town as well, by accident that is… eavesdropped upon- could not believe that their ever so hyper and active student/member was down with an illness. 


When most of the time they had seen the guy recover from large wounds, poison, electrocution, frostbite, burns, and many other bizarre conditions. 


Knowing that Ken was under such a condition, does not sit well with them. Of course anyone who would like to understand further the situation would have to come and witness Ken’s current state of well-being. 


Chapter 135 - Mentoring… Part 2