Life is so tiring.

The first time I thought of killing myself was when I was almost seventeen, after failing a life-changing exam twice. My mom was hurt badly, and then the thought of death appear, Transmigrated World I’m Here

Life is so tiring.

The first time I thought of killing myself was when I was almost seventeen, after failing a life-changing exam twice. My mom was hurt badly, and then the thought of death appeared in my mind—germinating like an evil seed.

Only one thing stopped me.

Family? Nope.

Friends? Don’t even have one.

Love? Haven’t seen her in months.

So what stopped me?

Pain. Yeah… the pain of the options of death I had. I couldn’t bear it. Pathetic, right?

My name is Mercy. And yeah, I’m a guy. Weird, right? I thought so too.

Well, today was Tuesday, and I decided to go for my last jog. Why last jog? Because while jogging, my mind was filled with the thought of the Bermuda Triangle being an anime portal. Funny, right?

Until a truck ran me over.

The pain was excruciating. It hurt so badly I wanted to smash my head on the floor. Shame I couldn’t move. The loud noises around me started to fade away.

“Is this… death?” I asked myself. Slowly closing my eyes, everything went dark.

The darkness stretched on endlessly. After what seemed like a lifetime, I still couldn’t open my eyes. Then, a voice appeared in my head—one that carried no emotion.

> Voice: “Out of the 1.3 million people who died the same instant you did, you have been chosen to transmigrate into another world.”

Stunned for a moment, I thought, Another world? I didn’t even have a body, but somehow, the voice responded.

> Voice: “Yes. You will be transported in 3… 2… 1.”

Before I could say anything else, everything went dark again. This time it seemed longer. How do I know? Not like I had a clock with me anyway. The void stretched on for what felt like eternity. And then—suddenly—my mind went blank.

After another eternity in the dark, I felt something shift. My mind became sharp, awareness flooding in. I could feel a body. I could hear water dripping somewhere nearby. My sight, gone for so long, slowly returned.

I opened my eyes.

Where was the bright light? The boundless blue skies? Who transmigrates into… a cave? That was the first question that came to mind.

Looking around, I saw I was in a massive cavern. Standing up, I looked down at myself. My body was small—ten years old at most.

Suddenly, my head throbbed with blinding pain. I fell to my knees, screaming. After what felt like forever, the pain lessened. Drenched in sweat, I staggered to my feet, still trembling.

Then the voice returned.

> Voice: “You have been transmigrated into a cursed body due to a transportation error. Because of this, you will be hunted down by netherworld creatures. To compensate, the gods have decided to grant you a god-level weapon talent.”

“What!!! Hunted down by netherworld creatures?! Aren’t those the insanely strong monsters from anime? Even the most basic skeleton could probably one-shot me!”

Before I could continue cursing at the gods, the voice cut me off again.

> Voice: “If weapon is not chosen in ten seconds, talent will be lost.”

“What?! Lost? Are you kidding me?!”

Then the countdown started in my head

> Voice: “10,9,8,7,6”

"Archery" I screamed in annoyance.

Damnit, you don't give someone a chance to think—then voice sounded once more.

> Voice: “God level talent for archery obtained, infusing talent”

      I stood still for a while, then suddenly my mind started to go dark

    "Here we go again"

    Saying so I fell down once more, although I seemed to have heard a voice screaming a name but I'll rather not think about it .

Opening my eyes, I heard voices in a language that felt oddly familiar. Before I could think about it, the cold mechanical voice echoed once again:

> Voice: “Due to insufficient body capability, Archery God Talent has been stopped at 20%. If not improved by the same amount within one year, talent will be lost.”

“What!!!” Shocked, I rolled off what I realized was supposed to be a bed, crashing onto the ground with a loud thud.

Rubbing my sore arm, I looked up—only to freeze. Three elf-looking females were walking toward me.

How did I know they were elves? Easy. I’d watched a lot of anime in my past life.

One looked about my age, another around twenty-five, and the last one was clearly mature—forty, maybe more. And of course, they were all beauties.

I just… stared.

The youngest tilted her head and said, “Brother, your nose is bleeding. Did you hurt yourself?”

Looking down, I realized I really was bleeding. I wiped my nose in a hurry and shook my head, trying to deny it. She giggled, her bell-like laughter filling the room.

“You missed a spot,” she teased, walking closer. She wiped the bloodstains with her sleeve.

The mature-looking woman stepped up, bent toward me, and flicked my forehead. “What were you doing deep in the cave? What if a goblin had attacked you? What do you expect me to do then?”

Before I could answer, she pulled my head against her chest.

…And yeah, let’s just say my brain stopped functioning. The sensation was… overwhelming. Too overwhelming. My nose bled again.

Pulling me away, she sighed and began wiping my face. Embarrassed, I quickly wiped the blood myself.

By then, the woman who looked around twenty-five was gone, leaving only the little loli who called me “brother.” Suddenly, a loud horn blared outside. Footsteps thundered in every direction.

And then—memories poured into my mind.

My name… is Daemon. Apparently, that’s what my mother named me. I had been living in the Dark Elf clan for two years now. Everyone, except for Elle (the mature woman) and her daughters Brielle and Anelle, looked at me with nothing but disgust.

Why? Because in this world, any human born with white hair and eye colors other than brown, royal gold, or sometimes blue, was considered cursed. And me? I had white hair and black eyes. The ultimate curse combo.

Damn it. This body I transmigrated into is so annoying.

Still, I hated those looks of disdain. And you’re probably expecting me to say something like: I’ll become stronger! I’ll kill all my enemies! I’ll bring vengeance upon the world!

…Nah. That’s not me. I’m just gonna be a low-key transmigrator. A symbol of peace and prosperity. Violence is not the key.

Back to reality—the horn blared again. Elle dashed toward a row of daggers hung on the wall and grabbed a dark bow. Before rushing out of the tent, she turned back.

“Daemon! Take care of your little sister, Anelle!”

And then she was gone.

Outside, chaos reigned. Dark elves—male and female—rushed around, weapons drawn. Even now, some still spared me their usual looks of disdain. Not like I cared.

Ignoring them, I held Anelle’s hand and stepped outside. Using my sharpened hearing, I moved toward the source of the commotion. But before I could get far, my hand was yanked back.

“Daemon!” Brielle, the twenty-five-year-old, glared at me. “What are you doing outside? Take Anelle inside and hide!”

Before I could reply, green-skinned, hideous creatures burst out of nowhere.

“Ahhh! Goblins!”

The screams spread like wildfire. Elf warriors, caught off guard, faltered. The goblins took advantage of the chaos, charging at nearby children.

I froze. Blood splattered across my face.

But… strangely, I wasn’t frozen from fear. Something inside me stirred—bloodlust. A burning flame rising deep within.

I looked down at Anelle. Her terrified expression snapped me back. The bloodlust vanished instantly. I pulled her into a hug and ran, dragging Brielle with us.

What was that feeling? Was it from the original body’s hatred of goblins?

Before I could think further, screams erupted all around. Elf warriors clashed with the goblins that had sneaked past the battlefield. Brielle pulled her hand free and knelt before me.

“Daemon. Hide. Take care of Anelle,” she said, patting my head before dashing off to fight.

Watching her back, I clenched my fists. Strange emotions surged within me.

Then—out of nowhere—a goblin staggered into my path. Its body was smeared with blood, some its own, some from victims. Anelle trembled behind me.

I scanned for a weapon. Nothing. Just rocks.

The goblin sneered and muttered something in its language. I couldn’t understand the words, but I understood the meaning in its eyes: disdain.

Even a goblin looks down on me… because of this cursed body.

I was pissed. How can even a green freak know about the curse? This is definitely some god’s trick to force me into being a hero. But too bad—I figured it out!

I burst into laughter at my own genius.

The goblin tilted its head, confused. Did I look insane? Probably.

And in that instant of its distraction—

—I rushed forward, crouching low.

In the goblin’s moment of carelessness, I rushed forward. Bending low, I grabbed the largest stone I could find, aiming to smash its head in.

But—what a shame. A certain saying hit me at the worst possible time: The mind is willing, but the body is weak.

The goblin swung its crude club at me with terrifying speed. I couldn’t dodge in time, so I threw the rock and jerked my body upward, letting my shoulder take the brunt of the strike meant for my head.

Crack.

I could have sworn something in my ribs gave way. Pain flared so intensely I couldn’t think straight. I collapsed onto the ground, bleeding, vision swimming.

Through the haze, I saw the goblin clutching its eye and howling in pain. Lucky hit, I guess.

“Brother!”

Anelle’s tiny voice cut through the ringing in my ears. My little loli sister was crying, rushing to my side, hands trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding. For a brief moment, the emotions of the body’s original owner surged within me. I wanted to lift my hand to wipe away her tears, but my body simply refused to move.

Then a shadow loomed over her.

The goblin. One eye ruined, the other glowing red with fury. Its twisted grin sent shivers down my spine.

I wanted to move. I wanted to get up. But my body screamed in protest.

And then—

Fwoosh!

A sharp tearing sound split the air.

Thunk.

An arrow pierced the goblin’s head clean through. It dropped lifelessly to the ground beside me.

Relief washed over me, but only for a second. Darkness was closing in fast. My vision blurred.

Just before I lost consciousness, I thought I heard a familiar voice—Elle’s voice—calling my name.

Whatever… let me just sleep. The pain’s fading anyway.

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It felt like I was trapped in a void for ages.

Then—light.

I reached for it. My eyes snapped open, and with them came searing pain that shot through my entire body. Biting my lip, I endured it, glancing around.

I was back in the same room as before, lying in bed. And right beside me, Anelle was asleep, clutching my hand tightly.

Her peaceful sleeping face brought a small smile to my lips. For a moment, I thought of my past life, of my family. I wondered how they had coped with my death… especially my little sister back then.

I stretched my hand to pat Anelle’s head, but the pain made me hiss and stop midway.

The movement woke her up. She blinked, then gasped.

“Brother!”

She leapt onto me, hugging me so tightly that I hissed again in pain. Her noise drew attention.

“Daemon, you’re awake!”

Elle, the mature elf, rushed in, with Brielle close behind her.

Brielle sat by my side, worry painted on her face. “How are you doing, Daemon? I’m sorry I left you… does it hurt?”

Her hand gripped mine, her expression so gentle and beautiful that for a dangerous second, I almost reached out to caress her cheek. Sadly, moving hurt too much.

“I’m fine, Big Sis,” I said, forcing a grin. “It just itches a little, that’s all.”

She burst into laughter. Different from Anelle’s bell-like giggle, Brielle’s laugh was bold, elegant, warm… like a breeze in spring. I couldn’t help but stare, completely dazed.

Then, a memory surfaced.

I suddenly recalled why the original owner of this body had been wandering underground. He had been searching for a hidden water source. The outskirts where we lived were too far from the main clan’s streams, and because of bloodline discrimination, our family only got access to the crowded spring once a week.

“Big Sis,” I said seriously, “I think I heard an underground stream. No… I’m sure of it. That’s where you found me.”

I wore my most earnest, upright expression. But unfortunately, at that exact moment, blood dripped from my nose.

“Brother, your nose is bleeding again,” Anelle said, rushing to wipe it off.

Mortified, I hurried to clean it myself. Brielle’s composure cracked—she laughed so hard she had to look away.

“Alright, little Daemon. When you can walk, we’ll check it out together.”

With a smile, she stood and left the room. Elle patted my head warmly. “Rest well,” she said, before following her daughters out.

The room grew quiet.

I lay back against the sheets, staring at the ceiling. My chest still hurt, but…

An underground stream, huh? If that memory is real… then maybe I’ve found a secret worth exploring.