volume 1 - Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1 – The person in the dream

“Warning: Severe hemorrhaging, Imminent death.”

“Warning: Heart function deteriorating, Imminent death.”

When Sophie woke up, his mind was still reverberating with the loud warning sounds after that dire battle. It was a sound like a saber cutting across his mind again and again, causing him to have a splitting headache. (TL: Yes, Sophie is male. Don’t look at me, that’s the author’s choice.)

That’s right, he remembered he should be in a game with his friends from ‘The G.o.dly force’ defending the Orrgesh mountainous region against the Madara’s undead army. The ashen skies were howling with the freezing winds, and uncountable shadow creatures were streaming down from the dagger-like mountain peaks. The forces were without end in sight as if they were a black tidal wave. The huge army were comprised of thousands of skeleton, and there necromancers hidden within them, as well as skeleton dragons and blood curling wraiths circling in the sky.

Surround on all fronts, they were definitely doomed.

His first reaction was to curse in his heart, that bunch of t.w.a.t b.a.s.t.a.r.ds from ‘The flaming thorns’, never mind their incompetence, they even had to dragged their allies down by allowing the enemies to surround their rear, this was f.u.c.king horses.h.i.+t!

He then finally had the heart to check his status. It was a delightful surprise to find that he did not die, as the Madara army tended not to leave anyone alive. But he immediately creased his forehead. His injuries were a little too ridiculous. Not only did his heart dealt a fatal blow, he even had carrion poisoning.

Wait, carrion poisoning?

Did he not already complete the mission to gain the ‘Pristine physique’? Why would a body from the Silver descendants get affected by this low grade dark status? Bug? What the heck are you doing, devs?

He did not have too much time to question this point, the youth coughed weakly and lifted himself up from the grey dirty floor. He thought that it was a small matter to be afflicted from the weaken status, and it was enough to find a priest to get rid of it. The urgent thing is to stop the bleeding before he dies. Even though he was not an elite gamer, but he was certainly a veteran and he understood the situation just by checking things out.

Sophie groaned once and pulled off the skeleton which only had half of its body left and pinning his body. These low level soldiers were like air to him. Come to think of it, this was already the forty-fourth year into the second era, and Madara was still conjuring up these low leveled grunts. Other then wasting soul magic, they were completely useless. Just as expected the undead wizards’ brains from Ogador were affected by the negative energy and rotted away. None of them know what change is.

He even had the mood to complain, but he realized in an instant he actually had trouble pus.h.i.+ng the skeleton away. Just as expected, the punishment from having a weakened status is nothing to sneeze at, he was able to easily push away a bone dragon during normal times.

Sophie cast his mind back to when he nearly died. When was it? It’s almost close to a few months now. ‘The G.o.dly force’ battle prowess was nothing to laugh at, if it was not for the useless bunch of people from ‘The flaming thorns’, he probably would have continued to keep his undying record.

Once he thought about this point, the youth could not help but felt waves of depression. The holy church alliance’s epic failure would certainly bring up a lively discussion on the forums.

“This bunch of Madara thieves!”

Sure, he could castigate all he wanted to, but he still needed to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time a healing pot would be the best, and if that was not possible, a bandage would also suffice. These things should not be lacking in the battlefield. Normally the bags from grunts doing the thankless tanking were left alone. The stuff inside them are mostly healing pots and bandages, especially bandages. He even saw a noob carrying a bag full of bandages.

What a laughing riot, did he think carrying bandages was going to save him from death?

He subconsciously prepared to climb up, but as he turned his body, he was stunned.

Wait, was this the Orrgesh mountain region?

He should have seen this scenery of dystopia before his eyes: White naked spikes that jutted out from the steep slopes, littered with corpses and vultures flying all over the battlefield, the broken Grays flag with a bright cross fluttering on the hilltop. But this was not what he saw.

There was no ear-piercing northern wind blowing through the Orrgesh region, no wraiths flying across the silent shadows, not even the dry, bone-chilling air.

It was like a hallucination that he was still in Orrgesh. And when this hallucination vanished, he came to realize he was sprawling on the floors of a quiet and broken old house. The smooth wooden planks were nailed in onto the ground, and there was an eye-catching pool of b.l.o.o.d.y scarlet liquid……

He could not help but paused there, and unconsciously touched his chest. A series of penetrating pain interrupted his actions, and he yelled loudly with his teeth bared. This blood was from him, this injury was from him…..

But where was this? He felt the house was slightly familiar to him. On the first floor was the living room and kitchen, and on the second was the corridor leading to the various bedrooms. The cellar was in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Yes, this was building design in the Aouine’s southern region, and even though this house was a little old, it was not something a commoner can afford to live in. One could guess that the former owner of this house had some form of status.

Aouine’s southern region. Sophie went into a trance.

How long ago was that memory? Gesund’s mountains and the melodious flutes from Bucce’s bordering towns were like a distant dream.

But did the lands not belong to Madara now? In his memory, the Aouine kingdom had long perished, yes, it was during the third Black rose war.

“Why am I here!”

“Wait…..”

“Bucce……. Bucce….” Sophie repeated this name.

That’s right, he remembered.

His name was Brendel and born in Bruglas. His blood was half Kadireig which came from his mother, but he did not appear to be n.o.ble just because he had a n.o.ble’s blood. That was because his father was a commoner. Even though his grandfather partic.i.p.ated in the November War and received the Candlelight Emblem, ultimately it was just a knight household that has lost its l.u.s.tre.

No!

Sophie’s heart raised a series of alarms, what the h.e.l.l was all these settings. No, no, he is Sophie, a Chinese citizen.

But a voice in his mind immediately told him.

“You are Sophie, and you are Brendel.”

Immediately a cold dread washed over Sophie’s spine. He held his breath as he found there was a little something extra in his memories. Brendel’s memories poured into thoughts like a tsunami, or a stranger that intruded without permission.