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) 


Ken flops down on his chair by the table, relishing the morning coldness as he was just out from the shower, his friends at the living room waiting for him. 


Lyn then proceed to serve him breakfast, which was just plain leafy vegetables, rice, and cooked meat. Ken happily dug in on the delicious food his mother made, both his parents joining him. 


“Ma, what time is today?” he asked, oblivious that what he was eating was the menu for breakfast, his thoughts were swirling on the part that it was still noon. 


Who could blame him when his friends are all wearing their morning exercise clothing, hence his misconception. 


“It’s morning breakfast, why?” Lyn replied in between bites. Ken’s actions halted. 


“Morning? I thought it was lunch.” He said, putting down his utensils. Lyn only smiled at him. 


“You were asleep for a whole day yesterday, you didn’t notice son?” said Alfred, shoveling food, still such a lively eater. 


Chapter 140 - Crossing