The 500th Transmigration...

I awoke with a pounding headache and my eyes twitching uncontrollably, paralyzed by the darkness that surrounded me. I felt cold hands gripping my throat, choking me until...

"Young master!"

"Young master, wake up!"

I jolted upright, startled by a woman's voice piercing through my dream. I gasped for breath.

"What... what was that?" I murmured, my head still throbbing.

"Maria, call Doctor Francisco!" A woman with brown hair and freckles ordered the maid by the door, who promptly obeyed.

"Agh..." I instinctively reached for my head, only to find it wrapped in bandages.

"Where am I?" I asked the woman beside me, referring to the universe or multiverse I found myself in.

"You're in your chamber, young master," she replied, her confusion evident as to why I questioned something so familiar. After all, I had spent my entire life here.

"No, that's not what I meant..." I clarified, taking in the opulent surroundings of the massive bedroom.

Suddenly, the woman's expression turned horrified, her skin draining of color.

"Are you experiencing amnesia, young master?" she stammered, tears streaming down her face.

I looked at her, trying my best to offer comfort despite feeling at a loss.

"It's my fault! Young master lost his memories because of me! If only I hadn't left your side, he wouldn't have pushed you towards the balcony!" The woman sobbed uncontrollably.

"Please don't forget me, young master. I have been your personal maid since you were a child!"

Feeling awkward and unsure of how to respond, I simply looked at her, hoping to convey reassurance.

Fortunately, a few moments later, the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man in a long white coat adorned with a golden emblem.

"Silvan!" A woman with long white hair followed, wearing a yellow dress with delicate lace designs.

The old man approached the bed and examined me, placing his palm against my forehead.

"How are you feeling, young master?" Doctor Francisco inquired, relief evident in his voice as he confirmed that my fever had subsided.

"D-Doctor... Young master seems to have amnesia," the woman beside me interjected, her hands trembling.

"It could be an aftermath or trauma from the incident..." the doctor pondered, observing me intently. After all, during that incident, I had suffered a significant head injury and bled profusely.

"Do you remember who I am, young master?" he asked.

"No..." I replied honestly.

The beautiful woman with white hair appeared horrified, clutching my left hand.

"Do you recognize me?" she asked attentively, her eyes filled with anticipation, hoping against hope that my response wouldn't confirm her fears.

I simply shook my head.

How could I know them? I had just transmigrated into this universe...

"Oh, Silvan, my sweetheart... I'm your mother," she whispered, her eyes softening slightly. It was the first time I had encountered my parents in any universe, as my mother had died during childbirth.

"You're my mother?" I murmured, my heart warming just a bit. I had never known the presence of a mother figure, but here in this universe, I finally had one.

She nodded, embracing me tightly.

"I was so worried... I thought something terrible had happened to you. Thank God you woke up," she said, her grip tightening.

I chuckled inwardly at the mention of

'thank God,' finding the irony amusing.

Amidst the embrace, my stomach growled, causing my mother to release me and chuckle.

"You must be hungry after being asleep for two days," she remarked, playfully tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Cecilia, please inform the chef to prepare food for my son as soon as possible," my mother instructed the woman who had been crying frantically upon learning of my amnesia.

"But first, you need to eat. We can discuss this matter later," she added, smiling at me.

"Can you stand?" she asked.

I nodded and rose from the bed, the doctor smiling in relief as he witnessed my ability to walk despite the events of two days prior.

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We arrived in the dining hall, where a butler pulled out a chair for me to sit.

"My son, I still have to attend Viscountess Everheart's tea party today. Although I wish I could stay with you during this time, I made a promise to her," my mother explained, her eyes filled with guilt as she had to leave her only child in such a state.

"It's alright, Mother. Please don't worry. I can take care of myself," I reassured her with a smile.

'Mother...? I've never heard him calling me by that...'

"My son, your father will arrive today after his business meeting," she added as she shrugged off the thought she had seconds ago, for now she had to be patient because of the circumstances her son is in.

Leaning in, she kissed his son's cheek.

"Behave and take care, okay? I'll be back soon." She smiled as she walked away.

Silvan's mind wandered as he observed the grandeur of the dining hall.

'Just who am I in this universe?...'

He pondered, having transmigrated into a human body. He had been a doctor, lawyer, celebrity, politician, soldier, agent, even a circus performer in various universes-amusing and ironic as it may sound. Silvan had experienced countless transmigrations, each time possessing talents and wealth, yet he remained miserable and lonely, disconnected from everyone. He didn't know anyone here, and he continually suffered, knowing that whenever he encountered Lucian, it signaled the end.

Lost in thought, Silvan questioned his own existence, wondering if he would ever find a universe where he truly belonged.

Feeling restless, Silvan stood up from his seat and faced Cecilia.

"Do you need something, young master?" Cecilia asked, curious as to why the young master suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Where is the kitchen?" Silvan questioned. Whenever his mind was full, he would do a task to stop overthinking, as he and himself were the only ones left for him.

"Why do you ask?" The brown-haired woman raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

"I want to cook my own food," he replied. Cecilia looked shocked and terrified at the same time.

What could be so terrifying about cooking that it made his personal maid look so scared?

"You...? Cooking?... Your own food?... In a kitchen?" Cecilia had turned into a ghost earlier, but now she acted like a robot.

"Yes, is there something wrong with cooking my own food? I am a grown adult, after all," Silvan said. In Silvan's original life, he was abandoned and left alone mostly. He learned how to take care of himself since he was just three years old, mastering cooking at a young age and maintaining an empty house by himself.

He learned to be independent because his father wasn't home that much.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I think that you... I mean, young master, would want to cook. You have never set a single foot, not even an inch, in a kitchen area," Cecilia said honestly, thinking to herself, 'Young master is not himself... Is it because of the amnesia?'

"I just can't stand doing nothing," Silvan confessed. He was always drawn to activity, even when it wasn't needed. The thought of being idle was intolerable to him.

"Just point me to the kitchen... I just want to cook," Silvan pleaded, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and kindness, which tugged at Cecilia's heartstrings.

"Alright... But you're not messing with anything," Cecilia retorted, her arms folded and a stern look on her face.

"And how am I supposed to cook if I can't touch anything? Food doesn't cook itself," he rebutted.

Cecilia found herself questioning her own words as she listened to the young master's logic.

"Yeah... You're right... But if the madam and the lord find out about this, they'll dismiss me on the spot... Just be cautious, young master."

Cecilia was hesitant about letting the young master into the kitchen, but the determination in Silvan's eyes softened her resolve a bit. Maybe, just maybe, it would turn out fine. They weren't alone; there were plenty of servants around, and fire extinguishers were readily available.

Perhaps the young master was craving a fresh and mundane experience?...

After all, the notorious son of the esteemed Marquis was renowned for his adventurous, courageous, and risk-taking personality. That's why he was known as the infamous son. His actions had repeatedly left the other nobles questioning his motives and perhaps even their own.

There was one instance when the Marquis's son leapt off a bridge, and for what reason?

He was curious if the impact would cause pain or result in instant death.

Cecilia sighed. If the young master had lost his memories, at least his adventurous spirit remained intact.

"Follow me, young master," Cecilia instructed, leading the way with Silvan trailing behind her.

After traversing a few hundred steps, they finally arrived at the kitchen. It was bustling with servants, each engrossed in their assigned tasks.

As the door swung open, one of the chefs caught sight of Silvan and his eyes widened in surprise.

"The young master is here!" The room fell silent as everyone ceased their tasks and bowed in respect.

"Why is the young master here, Cecilia?" the head chef asked, puzzled.

"The young master's meal will be ready shortly," another chef added.

"The young master expressed an interest in cooking," Cecilia clarified, her voice clear and loud.

The room was filled with astonished faces.

"Am I forbidden from cooking? Is that why you all look so terrified?" Silvan inquired, scanning the room filled with shocked and speechless faces.

"You're a nobl-" one of the workers began, but was quickly silenced by a hand covering his mouth.

In a hushed tone, another worker advised the others, "If you wish to remain employed in this mansion, never question the young master's actions, no matter how unorthodox they may seem. If you do, you will be fired. Understood?"

The worker nodded nervously, understanding the gravity of the situation.

The young master was indeed eccentric, but in a uniquely charming way. Despite his peculiarities, he was sought after by many suitors. After all, his family, The Ambrose clan, commanded one of the strongest military forces in the country, rivaling even the imperial family.

Regaining his composure, the head chef approached Silvan with a respectful bow.

"Apologies for our reaction, young master. If you're interested in cooking, we would be honored to assist you," the head chef offered, his voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Silvan nodded in appreciation. "Thank you. I would like to start with something simple, perhaps a curry?"

Guided by the head chef, Silvan was led to a workstation where a variety of ingredients and cooking utensils were neatly arranged.

"I'll assist you, young master," the head chef offered, reaching for an onion from the basket of freshly harvested vegetables.

Silvan shook his head, "I'd prefer to be alone for now," he needed some solitude, even if it was just for a moment. He was constantly shadowed by butlers and maids, so perhaps he could find some peace in doing what he loved - cooking.

"Trust me, I won't burn down the kitchen."

"Young master, I'm not worried about the kitchen catching fire, I'm concerned about your safety. What if you burn yourself or worse, cut yourself? The madame will have my head!" the head chef expressed his worry, but there was no convincing the young master, who was known for his stubbornness.

After several minutes of heated discussion with the head chef and the servants, they finally left Silvan alone in the kitchen. However, Cecilia didn't completely close the door, instead, she peered through the slightly ajar door, with the head chef and other servants following suit.

This was far more intriguing than the scandalous news of Viscountess Everheart's husband having an affair with a male omega baker.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?..." Cecilia murmured, her voice filled with amusement.

The head chef, resting his chin on Cecilia's head, nodded in agreement.

"Can pigs fly now?..." The head chef was astounded as he watched Silvan skillfully handle and peel the vegetables, his cuts precise and perfect. Even though it was a basic task, witnessing the young master perform it was both miraculous and unsettling.

They all watched in silence as Silvan prepared the curry, the enticing aroma filling the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, the mouth-watering smell of the curry was overwhelming, until the head chef slipped and fell, causing the door to swing open and those leaning on it to tumble to the floor.

Silvan was startled as he saw the head chef, Cecilia, and the other servants sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Are you all okay?...."

They all sprang to their feet immediately, dusting off their clothes to ensure they weren't wrinkled, and nodded in unison.

Silvan let out a chuckle, which was interrupted by a loud rumbling noise. They all turned to look at the source of the sound, which was one of the servants. She smiled nervously and scratched the back of her neck.

"Haha... I skipped breakfast..."

Silvan smiled and asked the servants to prepare a bowl for each of them. Luckily, he had made plenty of curry.

"Ahhh~ Young master, this is delicious!" Cecilia moaned as she took a spoonful of the curry.

"I told you, I can cook," Silvan chuckled in response.

"Tell me how you made this delicious curry, young master. Where did you learn to make curry?!" The head chef was in disbelief, but the undeniable reality was that the curry was so delicious that it almost brought him to tears.

"I learned it a long time ago..."

Silvan also helped himself to a bowl of his curry, which brought back memories of his past.

Lucian had loved his cooking. He remembered the days when he and his past lover would dine in their small cabin, a warm pot of curry on the table, their smiles and nonsensical conversations were everything to Silvan.

He missed it all.

And suddenly a tear falls down to Silvan's face.

He missed him...

The head chef looked at the young master his eyes widened as he saw the tears slowly falling out of his face, he saw the sadness in the young master's eyes.

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To be continued...