The young man had been visiting his sister's grave for weeks already. He was still wearing his black suit which he wore to the funeral.

"Yuzan, my boy, it's not healthy for you to stay here anymore. Come home with us already!" His mother said, pulling on his sleeve.

He shook off her hand and ignored his mother. He continued to stare at his sister's grave silently. She was buried in a cemetery, surrounded by green grass, and fresh air.

"Yuzan, please!" His mother tried to shake him to get his attention.

Yuzan had dark circles around his eyes and his face looked gaunt. His mother had been forcefully feeding him for days already by forcing open his mouth and shoving in food inside. He did not speak. He had not spoken since he had arrived. He only stared at her grave. Sometimes, tears would flow out of his eyes and he would not wipe them away.

"Yuzan, your father said that we will have to force you back home with us tomorrow if you don't come back willingly. Our people are very strong and I don't like seeing you get hurt. You should come home tonight," his mother insisted.

Yuzan was very familiar with their family's "people." They were highly trained mercenaries posing as body guards.

"You should use them to avenge Mia," Yuzan said.

His mother's eyes widened in shock. She had not heard her son speak for weeks already and he finally responded!

"You know, we can't, my boy. We do not have evidence that Mia was murdered," his mother said, rubbing his back.

"SHE WAS POISONED!" Yuzan shouted, his angry eyes turned to his mother.

"The doctors said that she was poisoned! Is that not enough evidence?" Yuzan said.

His mother looked worried. "The Matsuya family is a very powerful clan. We cannot just accuse them. In fact, all of the guests in the party are from powerful clans! For all we know, she might have even poisoned herself!"

Yuzan gritted his teeth. His sister's fiance was from the Matsuya clan and his mother was worried of making an enemy out of them. His sister was just a marriage pawn to them.

"Her blood is on your hands," Yuzan said.

"I did not kill her! How could you say that?!" His mother said angrily.

Yuzan looked at her with a steely gaze. "If you had not forced her to marry that Matsuya assh***, she would still be alive."

His mother looked at him in disgust. "Fine! Have it your way! Your father will bring in our people tomorrow to drag you home anyway. Tomorrow, you shall get back to work and you shall not mention your sister anymore."

His mother left and Yuzan was alone again in front of his sister's grave.

He clenched his fists. He was also a pawn of his parents, sculpted to be the future head of the family business. His future had been decided already when his parents found out their eldest would be a son.

They had sent him away because they wanted his secret to be buried forever, hidden from the public. He was not even allowed to be in contact with his sister. They were scared that he would be a bad influence to their female puppet.

Perhaps he could get back at them. He could destroy the company. He had the power to do that. He could expose his parents. He could expose the truth about Mia's death.

Yuzan began walking out of the cemetery. His mind was filled with several ideas on how to go about his revenge for his sister. Should he look for her killer? Where should he begin? Maybe he could just kill the fiancé.

Yuzan did not notice that he was out of the cemetery already and he was soon approaching a busy road.

But what would Mia think of that? Would she hate him if she knew that her brother killed for her? What did Mia even want? He only knew of her younger self. He had no idea what the adult Mia was like.

A truck was fast approaching. The driver was panicking. The breaks were not working.

Yuzan was not paying attention to his surroundings.

THUD!!!

The truck ran over him.

At Yuzan's final moments, he was still thinking of his sister. He was no longer thinking of revenge. He only wished that he could see his sister in the afterlife.

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Somewhere far away, in a place that no one alive can go to, there was a god preparing for the new reincarnator's arrival. The place seemed to be a combination of the skies and the oceans. Fluffy clouds filled the surroundings, and blue waters reflected the blue skies that seemed to go on endlessly.

The god looked like a little boy playing with his laptop. The god only looked like a little boy because if was the form he chose to be in. He also chose a laptop instead of the standard Book of the Dead because a laptop was more convenient.

The god typed on his laptop at rapid speed. He was encoding in the details of the new reincarnator. It was a classic case of "truck-kun." A person would killed by a truck and he or she would be reincarnated in another world.

Actually, it only became a cliché because the gods were too lazy to come up with a new idea to reincarnate people. They would just reincarnate anyway. It wasn't important how they got killed so the truck was the most commonly used method.

The god clicked "Enter" and shouted "Done!" happily.

The clouds swirled in front of the god and formed into the shape of a person. The clouds dispersed and a young man was standing in front of the young god.

The young man's name was Yuzan.

"Hello! You have been chosen to reincarnate in another world! Congratulations!" the god said cheerfully.

Yuzan looked at him silently.

The god looked at him awkwardly. He expected the mortal to be happy. They were usually happy and eager. This one looked so . . . sad.

"Do you understand? You are dead already and to make up for your death, you shall be sent to another world! That world will be full of magic!"

"Is my sister there?" Yuzan asked.

The god frowned. What a strange mortal!

"I'm not sure. I didn't check. Would you like me to check?"

Yuzan nodded. "Yes, please."

The god looked displeased but he went back to his laptop and typed rapidly. His eyes lit up.

"Oh! You're in luck! Your sister reincarnated too!"

Yuzan broke into a grin.

The god closed his laptop. "So, now that's settled, let's talk about your skills. What do you want? Magical powers? Sword skills?"

Yuzan was silent for a while deep in thought.

"Come on now. It's your chance to be powerful!"

"Is there something that could protect against any kind of poison?" Yuzan asked.

"HUH?! You can have any skills and you want that?! You didn't even come from an era where poisoning was rampant! Why would you want that?!"

Yuzan looked sad again. "My sister . . . she was poisoned. I just don't want it to happen again."

The god sighed. "Fine but I'll throw in some bonus skills for you. You will be immune to poison, you can cure anyone who has been poisoned, and you will also have the skill to use any poison!"

Yuzan nodded. "That's good enough. I just want to see her again and be able to protect her as her big brother."

"Off you go then!"

The little boy waved his hand and the clouds whirled around Yuzan. Then Yuzan realized something.

"Wait! My sister! Where can I find her?!"

The clouds swallowed up Yuzan and he was gone. Yuzan appeared in the cathedral of Feylantis, the farthest kingdom away from Aderlan.