Ethan felt a splitting headache as he tried to open his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and clutched his forehead, making the pain somewhat more bearable as he took notice of his surroundings.
He found himself lying on a king size bed. An expensive chandelier hung from the ceiling at the centre of the room. On the left side of the wall was a floor to ceiling glass window which had been covered by white curtains. Patches of sunlight filtered through the curtains.
Apart from a few more decorative items, the room seemed completely empty.
He tried to process what had happened and what was happening when another wave of pain assaulted his mind.
He groaned as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He recalled of him being Ethan Alaricon. He remembered being one of the most prestigious, respected, and wealthiest men in the entire human civilization.
He remembered working on his ambitious project and conducting its experiment. He remembered the massive blast that had occurred which should have killed him.
And then there were these second set of memories—and these memories filled him with dismay and were foreign to him.
This set of memories belonged to a person called Marcus Clifton.
"Have I transmigrated or what?" Ethan muttered in extreme shock.
His mind reeled with surprise and disbelief for many minutes before he began to accept the reality.
In his previous world, he had been well aware of the fantasy novels that dealt with reincarnation, transmigration, or time travel. As a scientist, especially one whose most ambitious project involved time and space travel, he had harboured a small hope that someday humanity might gain the power to travel through time, even if it was only for a nano second.
Time, according to Ethan, had been absolute, and even that nano second of travel was deemed nearly impossible. Without a doubt, he would have scoffed at the ideas of transmigration or reincarnation.
As Ethan tried to come to terms with his new identity as Marcus Clifton, he sifted through Marcus's memories.
Marcus Clifton, aged 20, was the son of one of the wealthy businessmen, Tracus Clifton, from the Baharta province of the Aryanka country.
And what business did Tracus Clifton deal in?
Tracus Clifton owned a enterprise called Clifton Enterprise which manufactured military grade items. It was not a company involved in massive weapon projects but rather a medium sized enterprise.
Military grade helmets, bulletproof jackets, military boots, and uniforms were the mainstays on which Tracus had built his business.
Over a period of time, Tracus had worked hard to slowly develop his company.
It was only last year that Clifton Enterprise Limited had taken a significant leap forward. From these auxiliary items, the enterprise had moved a step further by adding an arms division.
Clifton Enterprise had partnered with a research based company and secured a government contract to manufacture proper weapons.
And what were these proper weapons? Assault rifles.
This had been a major breakthrough for Clifton Enterprise, but then tragedy struck. Over the past year, Tracus had invested a large sum of money to set up the manufacturing units. The production was about to begin the following week but Tracus Clifton was killed in an accident. And it had been a hammering blow for Clifton Enterprise.
Now, the personal tale of Marcus Clifton.
Marcus, like most rich brats, was a spoiled young man. Although his father was not a major figure on the national stage, in a small province like Baharta, his wealth and influence were more than enough.
Marcus had lost his mother at a young age, and although his father tried to provide him with a good upbringing, he ultimately failed. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that Marcus had spoiled himself.
He drowned himself, from a very young age, in alcohol, drugs, and every conceivable addiction.
And just last night, when it had been only a couple of days after his father's death, it had been yet another one of those nights for Marcus.
The last memory he had of the previous night was of himself in some dark place, overdosed on drugs, with no recollection of how he had arrived here.
Given that Tracus Clifton had died and the heir who was supposed to take care of the company was essentially a lost cause, Clifton Enterprise was on a downward spiral.
"What a pathetic man he was," the former Ethan and the current Marcus commented on the former Marcus.
He had gone through Marcus Clifton's memories and found nothing but degeneracy. Ethan would not claim that his previous self had been a pure soul, but although he had indulged in all the luxuries the world had to offer, he had never been a slave to them.
Marcus, on the other hand, had been completely enslaved by degeneracy. He was so much of an idiot that, beyond the basics which even a child would know, he had no idea what was happening at Clifton Enterprise.
"What a tragic life," muttered Ethan.
"But completely opposite to mine," he added.
Unlike Marcus, Ethan had been an orphan in his previous life. He had been born in poverty with no resources to move forward.
Unlike Marcus, Ethan had the grand ambition to reach the pinnacle of life and rule on everything below him.
Unlike Marcus, Ethan had been willing to do all that he could to realise his dreams.
Getting out of his thoughts, Marcus attempted to move his body when he suddenly felt something different.
He had been an unhealthy, sickly young man with poor physical condition. Drugs and alcohol had turned his physical condition into a very bad condition.
But now everything felt different.
"Is it my transmigration benefit?" Marcus muttered in another state of shock. "Or wait! Has my genetic enhancement travelled with me?"
His body was completely ripped, with six-pack abs that would take years of hard work to achieve. Furthermore, Marcus felt that the power coursing through his body was far greater than he had ever experienced. Be it his senses or his reflexes, everything had improved.
"No doubt, it is my genetic enhancement," Marcus mumbled in shock.
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