Quick Transmigration: Live for You

5.1

One day, Ellis's younger stepsister thought that it would be fun to give him a nickname. A lot of thought went into it. Many names came to her mind, however she remained indecisive.

Piggy.

El the Turd.

El the Bitch.

Lots of thought. Heh.

The one who truly gave him a nickname was himself.

In the academy, when on an occasion, everyone called him out for his scrawny body and his uncut and messy long hair. Eventually, calling him a woman or a girl, chanting it innocently.

Chants echoed through the classroom. The children cruelly called him a woman like a game. Never realizing the abuse they were piling onto a fellow human being.

Ultimately, it was his stepsister, dressed in an expensive gown in contrast to his dirty rag, who came up with the name "Ella" her new "stepsister."

When she came up to him and demanded his name as though to force it out of his own lips, to make him repeat after her and accept the humiliation as his new reality.

She suddenly paused ominously, perhaps dissatisfied with name that sounded prettier than expected the more she said it. She cruelly changed the name, asking him to choose between Cinderella and Fiesella.

Cinderella, Cinder for blood slave.

Fiesella, Fies for prostitute.

Under his long and messy hair, a fire lit within his eyes, of resistance and tenacity.

He cunningly muttered Fiesella. Knowing fully well that she would choose whatever he didn't want.

Cinderella.

A blood slave.

Or someone associated with fire.

He was Cinderella, no longer the innocent and playful youth, rather the one born from a never ending fire. Never to give up. Never to succumb to his fate.

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"Hold on. The author thought it would be smart of him to use a blood slave? As in the slaves that the ancients used for everything from labor to nightlife. The kind that would dissolve into a puddle of blood the moment their owners got bored?"

Atticus was dressed in formal wear for balls. Going with the latest tread, he chose black and red as his colors. He knew that it went against the most trendy colors for this ball which are gold and blue, matching the prince's colors. However, he didn't care. He didn't want to be chosen to begin with.

However, he didn't seem to realize how stunning he looked, turning heads from afar. And how his unique outfit only served to set him apart. Bewitching, captivating the ones who meet his stunning eyes to never turn away their gaze even at death's door.

In this world, where homosexual couples and heterosexual couples all have their children from a blessed egg made from their magic power, Atticus Candice didn't seem to realize just how many fervently vied for his hand in marriage.

He snorted, unbecoming of his eye catching appearance. "Is this stepsister stupid? The blood slaves used to have red eyes, red like ruby and fire, considered the devil's children. Same eyes as his majesty. I would like to see her call him Cinderella at the ball. Hm...would it be off with her head? Heh."

Rou also gloated. {Hehe. I also want to see that.}

Atticus thought with some interest. "That Ellis seems interesting. I thought for sure that he would be the damsel in distress type. Why do I feel like he would probably use the prince instead? Then, is this really a true love story?"