Something Immortal

01: Revival

The sound of water dripping from a faucet was annoying, and he forced his eyes to open. Instinct was telling him to turn it off before he ended up paying the water bill. Then again, living in an orphanage means having the government send you money and let the people in charge take care of it for you.

However, this wasn't the case as he opened his eyes. The room was so different...it even smelled unfamiliar. Also, why was he staring at two pairs of brilliantly obsidian eyes?

"Loser Som, are you alright?"

Som? Loser Som? Why does that sound familiar?

He sat by the bed, and his lashes fluttered at the same time his vision adjusted to the light slipping behind the sheer curtains as he took in the surroundings.

After a few seconds of trying to exhaust his last remaining brain cells, he realized that his soul might be attached to a different body. Either that, or he was going crazy. Slowly, he flung his legs, and his feet touched the wooden floor. In fact, the whole room was bound with the beauty of nature, and seeing every traditional furniture and fixture, it appears to be a good choice for restful spaces, making a timeless foundation for both traditional and contemporary homes.

There was not much difference in the feel of his body except that his surroundings and overall comfort screamed that he wasn't in the same world. Thankfully, there was a mirror next to the tall cabinet, and he was immediately taken aback by the visual of the youth in the mirror.

It was him but also not him. This young man was a little older than his eighteen years old, most likely around twenty-two or twenty-three. Everything was still intact, the broad forehead, the high cheekbones, and that sharp jaw. His hair was a little tousled, probably from lying on the bed for too long, and his body had grown lithe muscles in all the right places.

"I think he's loving his face a little too much."

If he didn't think the situation was serious, he would probably be laughing about the comment now. He turned his attention to the two small figures who had been following him inquisitively. It didn't take that long to notice the twins' appearances were striking. Their skin was smooth, their hair had an uncommon silky texture, and their utterly symmetrical faces made them even more attractive. Therefore, they were never short of compliments.

"How old are you, girls?"

"Seven," they said together, making him smile genuinely. "Stupid Som, have you hit your head somewhere?"

Creasing his brows, he thought it wouldn't hurt to even ask. "Why do you keep on calling me Som?"

"Ah, duh? Because that's your name," said the other one, who acted like she was older. Thinking about it, she does look older, but her body was slenderer than the other. "You're Som Vaiyasingha, there, I said it."

What?! The revelation made him jump in shock, and the twins looked even more confused about the action. He had accepted that he woke up in another world, but he didn't think that it would be in this world!?

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Som has never been able to figure out why this villain "Som" would suddenly turn his boy-next-door aura into a completely different person just to win the affection of a girl. Seems like he chose the wrong inspiration for a character makeover. For real!

Som Vaiyasingha grew up in a well-off household. His older brother was the Jarl of the Sai Empire, a title that was almost similar to a king. Similar because the race of Druid does not follow the usual practice of worshiping the monarchs like divine beings. The title "Jarl" was given to anyone who had proven that they could take the lead in ensuring their race achieved peace and prosperity for the coming year. Needless to say, the title was not to be used to show power over their dominion, which gives the one the right to be arrogant or, even worst, egotistical. Druids must choose a life of humbleness and gratefulness. There was no room for pride in this community.