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There was a small built-in kitchen to the right corner near the window that led to a small balcony overviewing the beach close by and a door that was labeled as the bathroom.

On the left side, he saw two doors. One was labeled as Jack just like his aunt had mentioned and the other had no such tag, but it was very likely Leah's room.

Jack was actually surprised to even see this apartment having two rooms. His aunt really made some sacrifice for him to live here it seems.

'Gotta repay her at some point for that.' Thinking about that he made a mental note just in case.

'Ugh, I am feeling sleepy already. Let's just get my stuff into that room and get my face washed so that I can just lay down and sleep.' With that in mind after feeling ever more drowsy, he went into his room and placed his luggage near the already placed bed there.

A surprised look rose on Jack's face when he looked over to a table near the bed where a computer was placed on. His aunt seemed to have given him that for his personal use.

Otherwise, the room was rather empty with only a wardrobe standing tall and a few cardboard boxes lying around with different tags that crowded the floor.

Not wanting to stay long there he started rummaging inside his luggage and grabbed his toothpaste and brush and walked over to the bathroom.

When Jack placed the stuff on the sink and washed his face with water he finally realized something.

The face that reflected inside the mirror looked rather haggard and exhausted. But what struck Jack instantly was the black left eye and the purple-colored right cheek.

Jack was so shocked that his mouth opened up lightly and he remained still for a few seconds.

He then traced his cheek and the eye with a finger. After putting a little bit of pressure on the spots it actually stang like hell.

"Ugh..." That was for certain a beaten-up face. And that fact made Jack frown very hard now.

No wonder his aunt was looking so pained. He literally looked like shit. It was like he came out from some boxing match or the likes. Did he get into a fight or something?

'What happened to this guy?' All those bruises aside, Jack's body really got good looks with that raven hair, bright green eyes that almost looked golden when the light hit them right, and that sharp strong jawline.

Jack only sighed when he couldn't figure out the cause.

But when he traced the wound a second time he suddenly had an intense headache that got him all dizzy to the point where he nearly topped over if he didn't support himself on the sink.

Groaning in pain at this he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Fuck..." Jack quickly undressed his plain black shirt and looked at his upper body through the mirror.

What he saw there made him grimace in disgust. On his forearms, there were many red dots of festered scars and his upper body also showed many bruised spots all over it.

The more serious wounds that Jack could see were the horizontal scars over his wrists just right under the wristbands that he wore.

Jack had figured out what had happened.

And the disgust he felt was not aimed at himself but at the memories that had flooded his mind just a second ago.

Rubbing the scars softly he could only sigh. He was in the body of an abused child. Someone that had to go through the whims of a parent that used their position and authority to inflict pain.

Such utter hate and anger started to rise inside his heart that Jack had to stop himself from smashing the mirror in front of him.

The fact that Jack had no parents in his previous life after losing them both at a very young age, made this hate even stronger when both memories mixed together.

He could not understand this. Even in this life, he had lost his mother when was 12. But what made it worse, instead of at least having a father that could support you, there was actually someone that disgusting of a person. A real shit show of a parent.

His father was a damn alcoholic that started to beat up Jack for every little unfortunate shit that happened. And all that while making sure to remind him every time that his very existence was a curse. Literally blamed him for the death of his wife.

At first, Jack thought he was just here because of a change in pace in his life. But no, he was actually here because the previous him ran away from his abusive father.

The very moment he turned 18 was the moment he retaliated. All the abuse just couldn't stop the dam breaking. He went to the police and told them about his father and how he was treated the last few years.

That ended up in court and him now living here with a relative since he had no other place to go.

The relatives of his father hated him for betraying the family even though they knew very well what he was going through. Such assholes.

Sadly his mother's parents were living in Spain. So there was no way to go there.

Only his aunt supported him immediately and contacted him after getting wind of the situation. She even managed to sue a hefty amount of money for him to use for college.

'I guess now I know how she manages to support me...Looks like I owe her a lot more than just a simple thank you...At least he had the guts to finally escape from that. If I had woken up in that situation I would have probably killed that man...'

Jack was sure that he would have done much worse than what the previous owner of his body did.

After having calmed down somewhat there were even a few tears trickling down his face uncontrollably.

'I will path my way, no matter what!' He wiped them away and using more water to continue washing his face. Right after he huffed out a breath of relief.

[Host, should I increase the healing rate to 100 times to get rid of your bruises and scars?]

The voice of the system suddenly sounded in his head and he looked back up into the mirror.

'You can do that?'

[Positive. Your emotional state about them triggered my inquiry. It is possible to remove them.]

Jack thought for a little while

'No, it's alright. This will just serve as a reminder to keep going. I also planned to get myself some tattoos. They should be able to cover up those various scars...Just how many cigarettes did that asshole burn into my arms that it remained like this...'

What he meant was that normally such wounds disappear fairly quickly but obviously since they are so glaring it meant those burns happened a lot more often than they could heal properly.

And let's just not talk about the suicidal thoughts the previous owner had.

[Understood. If Host changes his mind, just give the order and I will get to work.]

'Actually, now that you mention that. Could you also help in keeping my muscles healthy?'

[Yes, I can do that with the healing rate increased. I can increase the rate up to 500 times maximum.]

'Oh, interesting. I think I know now what kind of being you are. You are nanomachines, right?'

[Host's assumption is semi-correct. Nanomachines are larger than what I am.]

'Well, you will definitely come in handy. No wonder you said I would be able to reach peak physical prowess easily. Anyway, time to get some sleep.' Jack smiled wrily and then after brushing his teeth went straight to his room where he landed on the bed and went off into the world of dreams.

Later he would talk to Leah about his plans.

Well, plans for the future. After getting these memories, he figured he should at least be obedient enough and visit the college so that it would not be a wasted effort on her side.