volume 1 - Chapter 1 (2/2)

Sophie breaths quickened, and his pupils widened. He quickly remembered that hopeless sword swinging from that frightening skeleton. He tried to shrug off that scene, but as his memories piled up, he got mentally exhausted instead. His mind throbbed painfully and his forehead was full of perspiration.

Hah. He suddenly recalled the event of a big battle. The Grays Church knights fought a fierce battle against Madara who surrounded them and pushed them to the brink of despair. He remembered that ‘his character’ was killed by a necromancer.

After that green light swept over him, the world turned to darkness…..

That was how the game was set up. The death will persist for twelve hours, but could someone explain to him why a normal death in the game led him to here?

To this world?

His mind was a scattering mess. If there was a word to describe his current train of thought, it would be ridiculous.

Ridiculous!

He understood what happened to him. he got frigging teleported to another world!

His soul crossed over to his world onto a dead person called Brendel!

No, more accurately it should be combined into one…

Sophie grabbed onto the floor planks tightly. His fingers’ joints were a little numb. He looked at his own arms. They were a little long and there was sign of sickness from his pale skin. Even though he was prepared for it, he could not resist a jump in his heart. His skin should be a healthy yellow beige color descended from the Mongolians, and not something like this.

His heart raced as he became flabbergasted. Even though he had the entire nineteen years of the former owner’s memories, it could be said he did not know anything about what he was experiencing right now.

He could feel that the Brendel youth had in his life.

His aspirations, his desires, what he loved, what he hated.

It was like he had just been reborn and finished nineteen years of life. His everything was like Sophie’s everything, as if it was one and the same. These two very long dreams that merged with each other made him felt lost.

“I am Sophie.”

“But I am also Brendel.”

A sense of sluggish exhaustion gushed out from Sophie’s innermost heart, and covered his entire body in an instant. In the end, he gave a long sigh and calmed down slowly.

[Forget it, since things has come to thus, just let it slide.]

Sophie could not resist shaking his head, and looked at his arm:

“With this meager strength, he had the nerve to claim he was number one in swordsmans.h.i.+p…..” He could not help but mock himself when he thought of Brendel. Unexpectedly he felt a scintilla of relief.

[It’s fine, even if I left that world I have no regrets left behind there.]

Suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the darkness. Sophie felt that it was the G.o.ds above giving him another chance, and ignited hope within his heart.

That was because he recalled a particular event.

That’s right, Aouine. This was a doomed kingdom within the game, and in Brendel’s memory was the ‘Year of bustling summer leaves and flowers’. This was the 375th year of the first era, and the game history was written to the 44th year of the second era! Sophie’s body trembled when he found himself becoming like a prophet because of his memories.

Indeed, no one was more familiar with what was going to happen in this world. As one who did not accomplished anything in his past life and escaped reality by hiding in the gaming world, what was he going to do in this one to make up for it?

Sophie became dazed.

This was the ‘Year of the bustling summer leaves and flowers’, and the opening year of the First Black Rose war. In that war Aouine was completely decimated, but that was also the era where a new renaissance happened.

And he was also one who experienced it first hand. He remembered that his first choice was also Aouine when he first played this game. He was a complete newbie who grew in such a war.

The curtains were raised thanks to the start of this war and accompanied by Aouine’s one sided defeat. The situation was only reversed only when the Bruglas army arrived. Sophie’s memory of that dire battle was deeply engraved. He had also followed the forces, and the survivors were less than one out of ten.

He was no more than a common person, be it the past life or this life.

Brendel’s skills with the swords are literally pointless. The sudden a.s.sault from Madara was something out from a cla.s.sical textbook. Swift, merciless and silent, and when this ancient kingdom reacted from it, the entire army within this region had received a cataclysm.

And on this day, Brendel must have encountered the Madara’s scouts. Sophie suddenly felt an alarming chill climbing his spine again.

He could only display his ambition after surviving.

He immediately comprehended that he needed to save himself by finding something to stop the bleeding. The youth struggled towards the empty side corridor. As he examined the design of this house, it resonated with his imagination. He was well acquainted with the building design precisely because he had the most unforgettable time spent here.

“Aouine, here I come again—” Sophie whispered softly in spite of himself.

TL: Kind of a speed translation, I guess. I just wanted to get it out there this was the main protagonist and not CH 0’s trolling (kind of). I’ll fix any mistakes later.

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