Still, a cannon fodder

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: I'm in a different parallel world or should I say story?

       After I concluded that I am transmigrated as this Young-Soo person, I am suddenly overcome with feelings of weakness and drowsiness.

It's been 3 days since the day that I have found that I am transmigrated. One of the things that I found amazing with no logical and scientific explanation at all was that how can a person raised in the United States understand and speak of Korean Language.

But since many impossible things have happened to me, I would comprehend it all and adapt to it as needed. There's no use worrying about trivial things as I have more important matters to worry about now.

I am currently in the hospital and confined. The pain on the wrist on the first day and the blood spilling was Young-Soo attempting to commit suicide and I guess successful in his attempt because I am here in his place.

I am in Korea right now and transmigrated as Young-Soo. The Full name is Chun Young-Soo.

The moment that I wake up in the hospital since I was transmigrated as this person and with no memories that came or will be coming out from this guy at all, I decided to use one of the tropes that were commonly used in a tear-jerking and heart-wrenching dog blood dramas.

I choose you, Amnesia Card!

And after that, here I am still confined in the hospital. Chun Young-Soo's suicide attempt and me pulling an amnesia card, my time in this hospital has extended further even with the doctors not being able to explain the cause of my amnesia and them looking at me suspiciously and just like Chun Young-Soo's father who was glaring at me and seething in anger while Chun Young-Soo's mother wasn't looking or have her attention on her son.

Chun Young-Soo's father and the doctors plus nurses didn't believe in my excuse at all.

The amnesia card that I pulled wasn't completely effective but neither it was completely useless. Since I pulled the amnesia cards and genuinely act that I truly didn't remember them at all, even with no proof of head trauma in their scanners and medical machines, they can't completely refute that I am faking it.

This must be the feeling when some criminals at the court act in insanity so that they can get out of jail or imprisonment. And I am worse than some of those kinds of criminals. I plotted to kill my brother, failed, killed zombies and people alike, and now I have stolen the identity of a person.

There was no guilt for stealing Chun Young-Soo's identity. Instead, I feel relieved and happy that I am alive even it was the body of another person.

I don't feel concerned or worried that Chun Young-Soo's mother was having sleepless nights because she was concerned over her suicidal and suddenly amnesiac son. What was more concerning for me was the way Chun Young-Soo's father, the doctors, and the nurses treated me.

I'm in Korea, and my current identity is Chun Young-Soo. When the first day that I wake up, I heard the doctor telling Chun Young-Soo's parents that it was fortunate that Chun Young-Soo has successfully 'awakened' or else Chun Young-Soo would end up as just a corpse at all.

Chun Young-Soo, currently 16 years old and would become a first-year high school student. Some of the nurses that deliver my food would give me disdainful glances when they thought I wasn't looking at them and appeared to be clueless.

If looks could kill, then I am several times declared dead. There was even a time that I wondered if they have poisoned the food at all. But I guess, even if they hate and dislike Chun Young-Soo, they are still a professional and take their job seriously and swear under the Hippocratic oath.

Yesterday, before this 3rd day of transmigration as this person, Chun Young-Soo's mother brought a cellphone to my room, even though there was an unofficial rule in this hospital saying that people aren't allowed to use cellphones and devices in proximity of the patients.

Chun Young-Soo's mother has the child doted and spoiled rotten by her. But thanks to that, I have discovered something important. His mother has lent me her phone.

Even I already knew of it because of the evidence that I discovered and I am in a hospital, it was a relief for me to confirm that there was no Zombie Apocalypse. It didn't pass, I didn't transmigrate after several years that the zombie apocalypse has been cured. Neither there was a zombie apocalypse that would happen.

Instead of Zombie Apocalypse, I discovered several key terms while I was browsing the internet.

[ Samjoko Academy ]

[ Dungeons and Altars ]

[ Gates and Rifts ]

[ Monsters, Hunters, and Creatures ]

It wasn't that the Zombie Apocalypse has passed or would happen, it was because it couldn't happen in the first place when there was already another phenomenon that already occurred in this world.

I concluded that my soul traveled and transmigrated as Chun Young-Soo in this different parallel earth. Instead of a zombie apocalypse, dungeons and monsters are in the rage. There was no fight for desperate survival even going hard as sacrificing your blood relatives so that you can't be eaten by the zombies. There were no people here resorting to eating their kind because they are lacking in the food supply as if they became or comparable to the zombie themselves.

Even there was an occasional danger, there are many people with abilities and strong hunters that exist in this place. There is no infection or being worried that an animal or plant suddenly mutated and become dangerous. Those monsters are confined in dungeons and rifts and immediately destroyed by those hunters.

More importantly, Samjoko Academy exists in this place. Of all of the things that could happen, I guess nothing is impossible when my not so useful ability declared that I was cannon fodder and my twin brother is the fucking protagonist.

It wasn't very far-fetched in the circumstances that I would find myself transmigrated in a modern dungeon novel and as the first stepping stone for the protagonist of that story that my best friend used to read.

Me, Yohan Williams transmigrating as Chun Young-Soo.

To a Zombie Apocalypse Cannon Fodder, to a Modern Dungeon Genre Cannon fodder.

In the end, it was still a Cannon Fodder.

But despite those odds, even that guy wasn't in this place and I wouldn't seething in rage and envy inside every time I saw him, there was still the remaining desire for me to survive and live this new life that I think many people whom I used to know would feel that I don't deserve it.

Being given this second chance is a big fuck you to my twin brother the protagonist and those characters of that zombie apocalypse story.

They are suffering in that hellhole and I am now would be living this second chance that was given to me.