As far as Majong could remember, he had never married.
Nor had he ever sired children.
He had been so focused on spreading his fame and fighting, that the thought of settling down never came to his mind.
Perhaps this was the reason why he was absolutely shocked when he learned he had left behind a lineage.
When the truth finally became clear, Majong had needed an entire night just to sit in silence and process it.
Yes as it turns out, he had been reincarnated into a farmiliar world alas one of a different era.
This era stood three hundred years into the future, long after his name should have faded into nothing more than a myth. And yet, instead of vanishing, his existence had left behind ripples that still shaped the present.
And not only had he been just reincarnated into the Netherlands but he had been reincarnated into Majong city, inside the household of the Majong family.
The Majong city was one of the Thirteen Exiled Cities of Netherlands, a city said to have been founded by the progenitor of the Majong Gang.
By him.
The irony was almost funny.
This gang which he had no recollection in creating was under the control of his descendants and was the lead power of Majong City.
If it hadn't been the trait of blue eyes that every family member of the Majong family possessed, Majong would had dismissed this information as nothing but twisted lies of history.
But the fact that all of them carry his same trait of blue eyes gave him pause.
Also the fact that some previous descendants had been said to have awakened his power only made it more apparent.
Majong used the water to stare at his reflection, seeing the bruises that were still apparent on his face.
Aside from that information, Majong also learned about his identity and personal details.
The name of the body he was in was called Nick, and he was the youngest family member of the Majong family who was just at the age of fifteen.
Nick was the son of Thaseus who was the youngest son of Marcus Majong, the Patriarch of the Majong family and gang leader of the Majong Gang. From the moment Nick was born, he had been cursed with a severe illness that left him weak and easily exhausted. His body never developed properly, and no amount of medicine or training could change that, not that the family would have given a shit even if it existed.
In a normal family, he might have been protected.
But the Majong family was not normal.
It was a nest of predators.
This had caused Nick who was raised in this family filled with cruel monsters to be subjected to ridicule, bullying and mockery.
His own father Thaseus Majong, detested him for his weak nature.
His grandfather the Patriarch himself saw him as the shame of family who wasn't worthy the last name of Majong.
His cousins took pleasure in hurting, beating and emotionally harassing him.
His siblings were embraced to be near him and usually joined his cousins in tormenting him.
Only his mother Camilla Rion, showed him love.
Majong processed this information as he stared at the bruise that had been visible for the past four days.
The humiliation from that day was still there in form a scar that refused to heal but they had been temporarily suppressed by his confusion.
'Just what the fu**...'
These words were all he could think of.
The fact that he managed to start a family was still hard for him to get used too.
And then there was the era.
Three hundred years into future.
He didn't know if what he experienced could now be called reincarnation, transmigration or time travelling.
There was also the puzzling questions of the whereabouts of the Smiley Gang.
Where any of them alive out there. What was the result of the war. There were only questions with no answers.
Taking a sigh Majong who was now Nick decided to leave the washroom.
By now he had roughly managed to lay out the entire Majong house. He moved towards his room with dazed expression.
On his way he either encountered the Majong's slave workers which would all stare at him with indifference, disrespect and some even with contempt.
As it turns even the servants bullied him here, since he was the only easy target for them to vent out their frustrations and ditaste for their current predicament.
And worse when the servants bullied him, they did not face repercussions of their actions like they would usually face when targeting a normal member of the family.
Ofcourse the first time he was bullied by a servant Majong had tried to retaliate. But unfortunately like last time he ended up suffering another humiliating experience.
This led him to shift his focus on finding ways to try and improve his body's physic.
Sadly he realized that he had no knowledge of any body fitting techniques, nor any cultivation techniques. He was not aware of any martial arts techniques too making him completely hopeless.
This made him realize how much he relied on his powers back in his prime days.
His body had mainly been forged from life and death battles and hadn't need any help in molding it.
And having been born with a large physic in the first place he never needed to put an effort in improving his body's physic.
By this moment, Majong made a quick turn and reached the door to his room.
For the past few days he hadn't really stayed much in his room. He only entered it when he was about to sleep. And mostly didn't manage to even get a good sleep.
Most of the time his cousins would ambush him in the midst of the night just to bully him and make his life suffer.
Majong who was now a powerless boy coudn't even put up a fight and could only endure the harsh treatment in misery.
This left left him in despair, a foreign feeling he had never experienced.
Recalling the hellish past four days, Majong greeted his teeth as he stepped inside the room.
After closing the room he then muttered the same promise he had been making to himself the previous nights.
"Very soon l will have my revenge on those brats"
As for the servants, his aunts, uncles, father and grandfather, he had no deep grudges with them.
After all they only disregarded him because of his weakness and didn't go out of their way to torment him like how his cousins and siblings would do.
And being someone who had always respected power Majong saw nothing wrong with the adult's attitude. After he coudn't say that if he was in their shoes, he would have treated himself differently.
But as for the kid's attitudes he found them unforgivable.
Entering inside the farmiliar room entered his view.
The room was very scarce only accommodating a small bed and a wardrobe.
As he entered the room, Majong who hadn't taken bath these past days realized how stinking he was.
With that he decided to take a bath.
First he moved to his wardrobe to see what sorts of clothes he could war.
Judging by how this family treated Nick, he prepared himself for a worse sight.
As he open the wardrobe doors, he was met with a pitful sight.
As it turns out he only had one set of clothes.
"Damn this kid's life must have been rough."
Now he was beginning to understand why Nick had decided to take the suicidal ritual attempt.
The kid must had already had thoughts of suicide in the beginning, and had decided to go with a beneficial method that could benefit him incase he managed to avoid death.
As he took the clothes and observing them, Majong noticed a small book hidden in the corner of the wardrobe. On top of the book was a folded letter strapped with a ribbon.
On the letter few words were exposed with a neat handwriting.
Being someone who hadn't bothered to learn reading and had prided himself in his illiteracy, Majong was shocked to know that he could read the words on the letter.
Noticing the words, Majong felt like they were not important until he saw a few particular words that made him freeze.
The words spelled.
"Dear Arian Majong..."
"The Great Founder of the Majong Clan"