Third Person: Transmigrating into a Transmigrator's Story

{DING-DONG}

A sharp sound buzzed in my room, bringing me out of my thoughts and plans regarding relics.

I froze, then groaned before I slumped onto my stiff mattress.

It was a notification, and I could bet my life what it was about.

'No, I should not do that, I just got this life.'

My fingers dug into my pockets brushing against a familiar cold metal.

I pulled out my NexBand, a bracelet of metallic pearls linked together and covered in runes that glimmered faintly. It was more than just a bracelet, it was Oblivra's equivalent of a phone.

The NexBand had your entire life but on your wrist.

I clicked it on my left wrist. As soon as the clasp locked in place, one of the pearls glowed and pulsed under my touch. I pressed it.

With a soft hum, A 3D screen sprung into life from the said pearl floating on top of my wrist.

It was Similar to my cursed runes only much simpler and it had different information.

[RONAN FITZROY]

[Citizenship No.: 4]

[Age: 17]

[Academy: FORGE]

[School Ranking: 999]

I exhaled slowly as I stared at my rank. It stung.

"Great," I muttered. "They've updated the rankings now."

I wasn't surprised, not really. Forge was the most elite among the other academies producing the best of the best when it came to warriors supporting Humanity's fight against the two invading forces.

But to be the second last among the first-years? Just what was wrong with Ronan's mind?

'It was not like he was weak. Lazy- yes, but not weak at all.'

I clenched my jaw as I stared at the number a little bit more.

"I have my work cut out for me," I told the floating text, "I have to at least reach the top half before the end of term."

I then pressed on another pearl and the screen was toggled to my bank account. A second later another screen replaced the previous one.

[Account Balance: 13,072 Credits]

Just like my previous life, I winced. "Seriously?"

That was barely enough to last me a week off this island. More so with the upcoming journey I wanted to take. It seemed that Ronan had burnt through his allowance thinking it would just keep coming. But now I have to pay for his sins since Cedric decided to... freeze my allowance.

I hate to admit it, but it was also nostalgic. I wanted money to buy happiness but at this point, I could barely afford shame.

"Invest in stocks," I muttered to myself while my eyes were still on the meagre digits, "Or hit the Casino and pray."

Neither option sat well with me, more so the latter one as my luck wasn't that great. I had knowledge of the future, partially, so I could go with the first option but that would mean sacrificing my well-being for the next month, or worse, start begging.

It was beneath Ronan.

I sighed and thumbed the pearl again making the screen vanish. Time to face the day.

Crossing the room, I grabbed a jacked as I opened the door and silently exited.

Forge was a fortress of brutalist architecture and military precision. We were all cadets, so it was expected.

I passed some cadets in their training gear, and others with their weapons casually strapped to their backs like it was second nature. It probably was.

After a brisk walk, I finally reached the entrance where two sentries stood guard between the security gate.

I barely took a step forward towards the gate before when a voice intercepted me.

"Hey! Cadet!" A sharp, nasal tone called out.

I turned slowly. An attendant stood behind a small control podium just before the main platform. Her uniform was pristine, her expression anything but.

"Exit and Entry is only for approved cadets!" she said as she scanned me up and down like I was a boot scruff on her polished floor.

"You're not allowed here unless you're scheduled or have high clearance. Which, judging by your wear, you have neither."

I raised a brow.

"I am approved."

I was aware getting out of the academy after arriving, especially for first years, was a hassle.

But I was different.

The lady scoffed, clearly preparing to double down on a smirk until my bracelet mildly vibrated and her tablet chimed softly. Her eyes immediately flicked to the screen, and I caught the exact moment she read the line:

[Citizenship No.: 4]

'There it is.'

I smirked while her entire demeanour changed like someone had flipped a personality switch, or one with a multi-person disorder.

"Oh. M-my apologies, sir," she said quickly, even sitting a little straighter. "I didn't realize who you were. Please, proceed."

I walked past without another word. It never got old, even if this was technically the first time it happened to me in this world.

Watching arrogance dissolve into respect at the mere mention of my citizenship number brought Ronan, and me, so much joy.

Not that I'd earned it… yet. But the name Fitzroy still carried some weight. For now.

Oblivra, as already established, had nobles and commoners, but it was a more complex and sophisticated system. Strangely enough, it was also more of a meritocracy than Earth ever was. I guess having a common enemy deals with the rate of mediocrity.

Anyway, Every human being is divided into a citizenship class. There are nine of them with 9 being the most important and 1 as the least.

Class 1 consisted of the common folk, unskilled labourers, while 2,3 and 4 had skilled labourers or enlisted soldiers, veteran soldiers and junior squad officers respectively.

I was only a class 4 citizen because of my Father, Baron Cedric Fitzroy. As a noble, he was one class higher, Class 5, while we, his family, enjoyed some of the privileges that come with it.

Classes 6-9 consisted of Higher nobility and military leaders which was almost used interchangeably. The only way one could ascend, or descend, the ranks was through Military Merits.

Though I was a class 4 citizen, I could still enlist directly in the military and have a better starting point but I had to go through Forge. Besides the numerous available resources, it also equipped me with skills that would save my life in the almost never-ending fight against the Demons and the Maltherians.

At the nearest terminal I could see, I stepped onto the platform and held my NexBand over a smooth obsidian slab. The runes on my bracelet flared, and a soft chime confirmed the connection.

"Destination: Babel," I said aloud.

A sleek black railcar shimmered into view, doors sliding open with a hiss. I stepped inside and found a seat near the window. Just a few minutes passed before the doors sealed shut again. No announcement or warning.

Then Motion. But it felt strange.

It was motion without sensation. There was no lurch or sway. No rumbling underfoot. Just the surreal realization that the train had already launched, rocketing forward at Mach 3 with the elegance of a whisper.

Technology in Oblivra didn't show off. It simply worked.

I leaned back on my seat and summoned my runes again. This time, though, I fiddled with the signet ring on my right hand. I twisted it once… then slipped it off.

As soon as it left my finger, a new section faded into view.

[Curse Effect: Drains heat from user and target, freezing them. Also causes Hydrophobia]

Yes. Besides freezing me whenever I froze anything, or anyone, my curse ability also made me afraid of water. Can you imagine that?

It severely limited me whenever I was in polar regions. Instead of being in my element, I would be in hell if I faced someone with a fire curse like Isla.

"I'm changing it," I muttered to myself. My ring helped dull some of the drawbacks but even it had its limits.

What I wanted, no, what I needed was a relic that could turn the table on my curse, and I was just days away from it.