The Tycoon Inheritance [SaMpLe]

15.

It was dark.

When he opened his eyes, not a trace of panic nor confusion was on his face. He knew where he was.
The darkness wasn't frightening. It was peaceful and consoling. At a distance, three lights were visible. That was his destination in his Mind Space.
 Chen Kai got to his feet and looked down at his attire. The jeans and dress shirt from earlier were gone. He was barefooted and dressed in a familiar pair of slacks and a business shirt. Raising his hand to his head, he felt the length of his hair. 'It's long again', he commented inwardly.

"This won't be easy," he murmured. 

His conscience placed him in his original body. 

He walked forward and with every step, a ripple was created beneath his feet. The still lake was his platform as he walked towards the lights. 
The lightness in his body was familiar. Even the underlying weakness was recreated. 

As he walked further, with his eyes forward, the image slowly transformed. His dark hair became fuller and grew past his shoulders, his complexion was now healthier, his height grew a few inches and his body was muscular. His bearing moved from a polite young man to a charming noble.
His dark eyes slowly changed to amber. His eyes represented a predator with full battle experience and leadership.
Once again he looked down at himself. A bitter laugh escaped him when he took note of the Black Soft leather pants and a loose White cotton tunic. Below the clothing, a cool metal pressed against his warm skin. His body trembled when he ascertain the size of the pendant. His family's Royal crest.
First Transmigration! 

Closer and closer he got to the lights until he can see the outline of buildings. At that moment, his image changed again. Gone were the dark and dominating looks, replacing them was a dark-haired man with piercing silver eyes. His body was wrapped in black metallic armor, outlining his muscular body. The grin on his face screamed danger. Flashing around his hands was violent lightning covering his hands like a glove.
"I do not miss this life that much," he joked but the amusement didn't match his current expression.
Second Transmigration!

The frightening man was no more when he placed three pagodas within his sight. He no longer wore armor. He was once again in comfortable clothes to fit the profession he excelled in within this life. Colorful scrubs and the infamous monogrammed white coat. Silver eyes were now brown. His mature and playful look made him approachable in that contradicting profession. That life was stressful and detestable. The higher-ups treated human lives like replaceable cups to fill their money. He butt heads with a lot of them.
Third Transmigration!

"If murder wasn't illegal, I would have done it so many times. Fucking pricks! I hope my disciples gain some self-control," he commented. The pagodas were closer now and his identity as a doctor faded to his recent life. His muscular body was slender once more. His features were now delicate. With his fair skin and starry eyes, he passed the check for being a pretty boy. The clothes were all high-end and tailor-made. Bitter memories threatened to surface but he kept walking. He thought that would have been his last life. He would have cherished it, even if he had to live a life of watching his back 24/7.
Fourth Transmigration!

As he walked to the pagodas and was made to relive the bodies of his past lives, he was trying not to let it affect him. Each transformation was torture on his mind. With the seal being weakened, it was like waves crashing against a wall, all the memories he wanted to forget kept bombarding him. He felt how it was affecting him as he go further. 

These were lifetimes of tragedy, bitterness, and pain. It will affect anyone harshly.

When he reached the three structures, he was once more in the body of Chen Kai.

The three pagodas stood tall and imposing. 

The building on his right had six floors and was red-colored. There was a mystical hue surrounding it. The red was vibrant but Chen Kai saw traces of black as it fluctuated. "The poison," he muttered.
He turned to the pagoda in the middle. Golden yellow. This was his soul. The strength and vitality were prominent. He learned over the years, the souls who are chosen for transmigration or reincarnation are strong ones like his.
The pagoda on the left was his mind. The color should be a bold blue but..... 
Black chains were tightly wrapped around it.
The hue was dim and the building was crumbling. This was due to years of neglect. He bottled up his emotions so tightly that they became toxic to his mentality.