8 Years Ago:
A boy, no older than 6, was reincarnated on this day. He had memories of his past life, having been transmigrated to this new world. In the boy's past life, it was boring. Every day, the same thing. Wake up, live life, go to sleep.
The boy's life bordered on pathetic. Not because he had a particularly rough childhood, but mostly because there was never enough entertainment. His past life, on the planet called Earth, was almost uneventful. The boy grew into a teen, the teen, into a man. And the man, died. Even he did not remember how he died, but like his entire life, it must have been equally boring. On earth, there was plenty of exciting things happening, but the man experienced none of it. Only boredom.
Thus, when reincarnated in the body of a 5 Year old boy, he wished to explore this world.
This boy was me, the Freedom Junkie!
Since reincarnation, I experienced many things. I learned that I wasn't special or unique. There were many others who transmigrated from this world to the next, and likewise, nobody seemed to remember their death.
I was, at the time, age 6, and had long since stopped caring about morals. I was happy to get a do-over. And in this fashion, instead of getting things wrong, and obeying society and laws, I now had the chance, the opportunity, to do things different. Everyone learned the name of the boy who killed his own parents. I had learned that laws didn't apply to those under the age of 7. In the eyes of the law, a child at my age wasn't considered capable of commiting horrific crimes of malice, but I wasn't a child. I lived a long, long life. At the time of reincarnation, I was basically an old man!
So, in accordance with the new laws, I decided to sever the only thing keeping me from true freedom. Authority. As many authority figures in my life kept me bound and helpless, I knew which ones to remove first. So, I killed the authority figures tying me down in this life. My parents.
They weren't my real parents! They were just holding me back from true freedom. At first I tried to compromise, but they held me back.
Don't hurt the innocent!
Don't kill the innocent!
Don't torment the innocent.
They were constraining my freedom. Just like my last life, I had immediately been constrained, unable to experience any freedom! With all these rules being given to me, by people who weren't even my real family!
Luckily, I was conscious enough in this life to understand complex situations, and found a law loophole, as a 5 year old cannot be charged for any crime. I used this loophole, and killed my parents! Killed my relatives! Killed anyone who could possibly take me in. I became homeless, by choice. I had to fight on the street for sny scraps of food I could get, until I recieved the money from the will of my late parents. Of course, I was happier than ever!
In this world, things were much greater! In this world, I actually had a chance to experience amazing things. Unlike Earth, I would never experience boredom again.
The day I killed my parents, my name was known all over the world.
Jesse, the boy who killed his parents!
The deranged psychopath who murdered his own blood without hesitation. A monster.
A freak.
Some people called me a genius, but the truth was I was just older than a child. Why compare a grown man's intelligence to a child's? The grown man is bound to win.
That's why they assumed I was so smart.
As I grew, I only wanted one thing. To be like them! To be like the Chaotic Demons & Celestial Angels! They had power. They never had to face consequences for their actions. I knew that now, because I was no longer at the age range that I could avoid the legal loophole, I wouldn't have much freedom. The only way to gain true freedom, was to gain a superpower! The power of Teleportation. To be so free that you can go anywhere, you could run away from all consequences, just by teleporting. You could even bypass the power of authority. The strongest force pushing down on the world. I wanted to surpass it!
I researched, for a long time, and learned that everyone who transmigrated or reincarnated had become Celestial Angels or Chaotic Gods. But how? And why not me? That, I had to figure out. I tried every book, every search, every possible avenue!
Instead, I was constrained, my freedom being pushed down! I was trapped in the same cycle, once again. Forced to go to school, forced to hang out with people I didn't like.
But that all changed one day. The story i'm about to tell you will be long, but its the story of how I became the Freedom Junkie.
MY ORIGIN.
I woke up one day, ready for school. It happened again!
Every since I was 11 in this world, I've been waking up at random places. All places near my home, but each time, I'd fall asleep & wake up farther and farther.
"What the hell's going on!?" I shouted, frustrated, unable to see where I was. "Where am I?"
As I ready myself to get up, I hear a creaking sound. "Why am I so sore?" In recent days, the sleepwalking was getting worse and worse, and the farther from home I'd be, the more uncomfortable the entire situation would make me.
How many years has it been since entering this world, I thought. At age 5, I transmigrated. I was age 12 now. 7 years? And no sign of teleportation? That's ridiculous. It's been 7 years! And what did I have to show for it? Nothing!
I needed to keep trying. Walking to school, the kids passing on the bus screamed to me, shouting out expletives.
"Freak!"
"Mother Killer!"
"Sicko!"
Of course, it was all true. But they wouldn't understand. They don't know how it is to live a boring, pointless life. They don't know how long I've waited for. The suffering I went through just to be reincarnated in this world.
Entering class, even the teachers were weary of me. I could tell they were just trying to be nice to me in order to prevent me from killing them.
I didn't really care, and just sat down anyway. I sat down, but on the next day, something different would happen. This was the day I unlocked teleportation.
After going home from school, I played Chess all day. Of course, doing other things was fun, too! But chess was the most fun. In my last life, my rating was only around 1000. In this life, after years of training, my rating had gone up to 1700. This is because a child's brain could learn new things super easily. It soaked up information like a sponge. So, as what would have been considered a novice in my past life, was considered a genius in my current life. A child with a rating of 1700 wasn't unprecedented, but it was certainly impressive.
The next day, waking up in a field, just out of town, I once again lamented my sleepwalking. "Why does it keep happening? Is it really that bad?"
I tried to calculate the distance it would take to walk all the way outside of town in a 5 hour period, but came to a shock. "No way! It's possible, but..." It turns out I'd been walking all night! Not just walking, running! That was the only way to explain the amount of distance I covered. How is that possible? My sleepwalking could't be that bad, could it?
I packed up and got ready to go to school, ready to be called a freak again. Since I had sleepwalked so far, I'd certainly be late
It frustrated me to no end, being unable to do whatever I wantee. Without power, true freedom was only a pipe dream. Living in the slums of New America wasn't fun, but I got used to it. I robbed, killed, and betrayed, just like anyone else in the slums. We all did.
As usual, I went to class. Once there, a group of kids came up to me. "Hey! We're skipping class, you wanna come?"
These kids actually wanted to talk to me? I was shocked. Nobody ever really cared about me since I reincarnated. "Sure!" I said, excited to finally have a few friends. Of course, I didn't particularly care about these people, it's not like i'd risk my life for them or anything, but its always nice to have people by your side.
As we all left, one by one, each taking 10 minutes apart, I got a strange feeling.
The teachers was just letting us leave? Something about that situation caused me to immediately be on alert. Something was going on! 5 students leave your classroom, one after the other, and you don't say anything?
Following the kids, they arrive at the bathroom. "Hold on, I gotta get something from the bathroom. J, you come with us."
J? That's strange. Nobody's ever called me J before, they all just called me Jesse. But I kinda liked it, I'd rather not be reminded that people think im a freak.
I walked in the bathroom, and was immediately assaulted. Luckily, I could tell something was up before even entering the bathroom. "What are you doing?"
The kid at the front stared at me with a disgusted expression. "I think you know. You're nothing but a killer!"
This was a dangerous situation I caught myself in. So, why? Why was I so excited? Was I really starved for that much boredom?
"Pin em down!"
The 5 boys scream, as I quickly shamble away! One of them tried to punch me, but I dodged, leading them to punching the glass mirror behind me, resting on the sink.
I looked at his hand, mangled and bloody. He screamed in pain, desperately squirming around on the floor.
To be honest, if it had been me, I would've substituted the glass on my hand for brass knuckles, and hit with glass shards to do more damage to both me and the enemy.
The other kids punched, and kicked, beating on me. I might've taken out one of them, but I couldn't fight 4 on 1!
As they ganged up on me, my entire face became riddled with nothing but blood and bruises.
As I cried with pain, they all grabbed me at the same time. "Let's shove his face in the urinal!"
Fuck! As I was flushed with water, being drowned, I could barely make out one of the kids' words.
"You're gonna die in this urinal." He said with a smirk.
I barely manage to bring my arm to the floor, where I desperately grab one of the shards of glass that fell from the mirror.
I thought to myself. Do I really want to do this?
Slowly fighting my way out of drowning, I grab the shard of glass, as if my life depended on it, and as blood fell in my hands, I fought through the pain..
And turned around with as much speed and force as possible, punching a kid in the face.
They all started to run towards me! "That's it! If they get me, i'm dead!" I screamed, not realizing I was talking out loud
Then, a giant rumble completely distracted everyone, absolutely shaking the entire building. Even the stalls shook off their hinges. At that moment of distraction...
I slit one of their throats!!!
As blood poured down his neck in a fountain of the stuff, the other 3 kids slowly backed away, with the 4th, clutching his beaten & bloody hand.
The blood from his neck started oozing out, and piled on the floor, where he was unable to get back up.
"Is... is he?" One of the kids began asking
"Dead? No, he's just napping." I said sarcastically, before running up to another kid, and plunging the shard of glass deep into his heart.
The other 2 kids start begging, and crying. They were all scared of me. As they slowly started to plead and beg for their lives, I ran up to another kid, and punched him in the face, his head hitting the hard floor. He died instantly, the blood in his head seeping everywhere, and touching my shoes.
With one last push, the last kid started running out of the bathroom, desperately crying and pleading for help.
"Murderer! Murderer! This kid's gonna kill me!"
As I tried following him, I finally caught up to him, grabbing his throat in a chokehold, and kept choking him! We struggled on the floor for a few minutes, before his body went limp and lifeless, his eyes still open, despite the fact I had choked him to death.
"You were right. I was gonna kill you." I said, in an immense pain.
"Now, what was that rumbling noise. Who caused it? It couldn't have been an earthquake!"
I thought to myself as I slowly limped into the hallway
"Woah. Is this really the same place?" I ask, confused, as I notice hundreds upon hundreds of dead bodies lined up in the hallway, the entire area covered in a mass of blood and guts. I look at their faces, their orifices mangled. How is this possible?
"Well, looks like I got what I wanted." I said with a smile