buzz~buzz~buzz~buzz~
The alarm continued to buzz as I mindlessly stared at the ceiling, contemplating what to do.
Should I turn off the alarm? But what if I die? If I don't move an inch away from this bed, I won't die, right? How long should I stay like this?
I got transmigrated again, haven't I?
I threw the bedsheet over myself and stuffed my face between the pillows as I wept.
"Gosh, what was that last life? Why did I have to go through it? I just searched about myself, and I became a spy? just because of they have bad relations with another country? What did I do to deserve this fate?"
"Why didn't I die? If I died, everything would have stopped, and now I got transmigrated even after I killed myself."
"Someone help me. Anyone help me, please."
I bawled my eyes out long enough for the alarm to automatically power itself off; the bedspread darkened as it absorbed my overflowing tears.
I sat up, my tears slowly subsiding as I started to think about who the hell I transmigrated into and where I am because the atmosphere was completely different, a one eighty degrees compared to everywhere else.
I sat on the bed and looked around the room. The walls were plain and looked like they were popcorn textured and painted a light blue color. The ceiling was the color of white, with patterns sculpted on the cornice, with a single light fixed in the center. The floor was made of wood, the dark brown contrasting with the light-colored room, with a small mat near the bed. A desk stood in the corner of the room. On it sat a PC, it was white, and I could see the fans through the case. Shelves on the wall held a few books. I read the titles of the book, which was written on its spine. The names were quite complex, it started as simple as "quantum basics" all the way up to "Operator-Valued Spectral Analysis of Multipartite Quantum States."
Did I transmigrate into a weird guy this time?
Memories of the person who I am started to flow into my mind, and my name is Siku Johansen, a seventeen-year-old school student studying at the public school of the city of Crosmo.
Eh? Crosmo? I've never heard of that name. Did I transmigrate to another kingdom?
I rolled out of the bed, pushing aside my earlier fears as I made my way to the PC and read the table calendar, it read the date.
2060, Month of Zephyr, 17th
I transmigrated forty three years back now? And why does the atmosphere feel different? What kingdom am I in?
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I searched in the drawer next to the bed, and I found Siku's school ID card.
"Hmm, so I am in the kingdom of Evercold."
"What a turn of events! First I thought it was a dream, then I figured out I transmigrate across time and it's my ability, and now I can transmigrate across kingdoms."
"I could barely survive in an environment to which I was accustomed, and now I am in a kingdom that is a contradiction to my lifestyle."
The time is 8:30. At this time, Siku goes to school. Should I go? No, that's a bad idea. I don't want to die again.
But what's the chance of me dying in a school? I might be hit again by a bus.
I tried to go with the flow but got killed as Malcolm, and when I went against it, I got killed as Aldon. Then what the hell should I do? My ability is really tiresome, I should control it.
"Ability?" I muttered, momentarily stunned, as I collected my thoughts.
If my transmigration is really an ability, why didn't that fetter nullify it? The king said it will nullify abilities, so I should have just died back then, but I transmigrated here. Why didn't it nullify it? Does it have a fixed range? Was my swirl higher than the upper limit? That isn't possible; a person's ability is fixed within their parents' range. I can't exceed them or go lower than them.
Mom had nineteen swirls, and Dad had seventeen, so I can't possibly be higher than nineteen or lower than seventeen, so I fall in the category of the hearth, not too low or not too high. Then why didn't it nullify it? Why didn't I die?
Did my wrist not come into contact with the fetter for a moment right when I died? That feels too convenient, and the possibility is so low, but it's never zero.
Did some sort of miracle happen? Did the gods do some miracle? If they did, why didn't they do it before when I was being stomped? It must be sheer luck or something else.
~grr~grr
My thoughts were interrupted by the grumble of my stomach.
"I am hungry. How long has it been since Siku ate something? I didn't check my swirl count."
I lifted up my shirt and started to count, it was twenty seven swirls.
"That's a new record."
~grr...~grr~
"I should eat something."
I walked around the room going through the wardrobe, the shelves, and the drawer, but there was no food in it.
~trang-ting~
I accidentally knocked the trash can over; the pile of thin crumpled papers littered the room.
"Tch, guess I should throw this trash out."
I quickly collected the crumpled papers and threw them in the trash.
"Why does Siku have so much trash? Should I go through it?"
I took one of the crumpled paper balls and started to unwrap it and spread the paper out and saw something written on it that read
"∫?1 (12x2 + 5) dx + ∫?3 6 dx + Σ???? (m) "
"Uh? What is this? Looks like some sort of magical formula was Siku into this stuff?" I said as I straightened the paper out.
The entire sheet was filled with several symbols like that with some scarce numbers here and there.
"What's the point of all this magical stuff when it's all crossed out? and the answer is twenty-five, not forty-one," I said, tossing the paper back into the trash can.
How did I know the answer? Why did the symbols all make sense suddenly?
I picked up the paper again and straightened it hastily and read the symbols.
∫ = integral symbol
∫?1 = definite integral, ? = lower limit of integration
1 = upper limit of integration
dx = differential of x
x = variable
2 = exponent / power
+ = plus sign
Σ = sigma symbol
Σ???? = summation notation
m = index of summation
??? = lower limit of summation
? = upper limit of summation
= = equals sign
( ) = parentheses
"How do I know this stuff? And why am i able to understand all this crazy symbols, as if I know all of it in the back of my mind?"

