Chapter 1 "Lige"

On a summer day with clear weather, the warm sunlight shone down from the blue sky and into a somewhat luxurious room through the window.

Lige was sitting on an expensive-looking bed, with half of his body covered by a blanket. His complexion was slightly pale, but he looked quite energetic, like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Standing by the bed was a priest.

"You look very energetic today, Mr. Lige," the priest said, holding a notebook and a feather pen, as if he were observing Lige.

"Really?" Lige nodded in response to the priest's observation, seemingly unaware of the scrutinizing gaze. "I do feel much better today. I should be able to get out of bed without any problem."

"That's good news," the priest said with a friendly smile. "Your recovery is much faster than I expected. Although we still need to observe and monitor your condition, you should be able to walk around soon if everything goes well."

The priest then recorded something on a sheepskin scroll with strange symbols that looked like special characters. Lige became curious and noticed that similar symbols were also on the priest's robe, which was bordered with gold.

"Just to be safe, I will use 'magic' to check on Mr. Lige's condition," the priest said softly. "Excuse me for a moment."

He put down the scroll and pen, and then held his hands in front of Lige's chest.

Shortly after, incomprehensible and obscure incantations emanated from the priest's mouth. A weak but gentle light suddenly glowed from his hands. At the next moment, Lige clearly felt his body getting warmer and warmer, like an invisible stream of warm water flowing into his body. Not only did his body feel warm, but his spirit was also becoming better.

After a while, the priest stopped and withdrew his hands.

"Well, your body has fully recovered. Your previous injuries have all been healed. Mr. Lige, you can rest for another day today, and start getting out of bed and moving around tomorrow."

As the priest spoke, there was a barely noticeable sympathy and compassion in his eyes as he looked at Lige.

With this feeling in his heart, the priest hesitated for a moment before giving a word of advice.

"Your body has no major problems now, but it's better for Mr. Lige not to use magic anymore." The priest said gently, "The damage to the 'Gate' inside your body is quite severe, and magic cannot flow out at all. If Mr. Lige uses magic casually, it may cause magic disorder."

  The priest didn't say the rest of his words.

  However, Lige still showed a faint smile to the priest and said, "I know my condition and won't mess around."

  "That's good." The priest smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, I'll leave first. Miss should come to see you later. Please bear with it and rest in bed for now."

  After reminding a few more words, the priest quietly left.

  In the room, only Lige was left, sitting alone on the bed, silent for a long time.

  "Ah."

  A few seconds later, Lige sighed imperceptibly.

  "Magic?"

  Looking at his slightly pale hands, which were much younger than he remembered, Lige murmured to himself.

  "Even if you let me use it, I probably won't be able to use it properly."

  After all, in the era and world where Lige lived, the so-called "magic" was just a concept in fantasy and did not exist at all.

  But in this world, it seemed that it was something that should exist naturally.

  Lige couldn't help but recall what happened a month ago.

  He remembered when he first woke up and found himself in a strange world, seeing "magic" for the first time.

  The shock, confusion, and incomprehension at that time seemed to have become something that happened a long time ago.

  At least now, Lige had completely accepted the fact that he had crossed over to this world.

  After a month of time, Lige had also learned about the situation of this world.

  In short, this was a world of swords and magic, an alien world with extraordinary and mysterious powers.

  A month ago, Lige came to this world and acquired a new identity.

  The original owner of this identity was a native of this world and had the same name as Lige.

  The difference was that he was a modern young man named Lige, while the original owner was not.

  The original owner's full name was Lige Bright, who had just turned 17 this year. Compared with Lige in his previous life, who was nearly 30 years old, he was undoubtedly much younger.

The full name of the original host is Lige Blythe, who has just turned 17 years old. Compared to the Lige from the previous life, who was nearly 30 years old, the original host is undoubtedly much younger.

However, perhaps it is precisely because he is young that the original host fell into the fate of being taken over by Lige.

"knock knock knock."

Just as Lige couldn't help but fall into his memories, the door suddenly knocked.

"Lige, are you awake?"

Outside the door, a light, clear voice, like the wind and water, came in, interrupting Lige's memories.

"I'm awake." Lige came back to his senses and said, "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened.

A girl about the same age as the current Lige appeared outside the door.

The girl was wearing a more convenient formal dress, exuding a noble temperament from head to toe. She had exquisite features, a slim figure, and shiny silver hair that reached her waist, which was not at all unconventional but rather set off her nobility. She also had an extra elegance, giving people a pleasing feeling with every move.

She walked in from outside the door in a natural way, exuding an indescribable sense of beauty, making even Lige, who was already a bit used to it, feel an impulse to exclaim.

Of course, Lige didn't do that.

Looking at the girl walking towards him slowly, Lige still had a faint smile on his face.

"You're here again, Miss Yuli."

Yuli Franzer.

This is the girl's name, also the benefactor who saved Lige's life and brought him here.

At least, for Lige, the girl is just such an existence.

If it were the original Lige, upon seeing this person, He would probably be so nervous that He couldn't even speak, right?

Unfortunately, Lige is not him. Even though he knew from the original master's memories how precious and unattainable the girl in front of him was, he only held a grateful heart.

To this, Yuli shook her head and said, "Just call me Yuli, no need to be so polite."

The girl's voice was as light as the wind and as clear as water, truly pleasant to listen to.

Lige even thought impolitely that it would be a shame for the girl not to sell her voice with such a beautiful tone.

"Judging by your appearance, you seem to have recovered quite a bit." Yuli sat down beside Lige's bed, observing him and asking, "How about it? Can you get out of bed?"

"Tomorrow should be fine." Lige replied politely, "Thanks to Miss Yuli's care, I will repay this favor sooner or later."

"I've already said, no need to be so polite." Yuli sighed lightly and said, "Your current situation is not completely unrelated to me. I'm not used to you being so polite now. Isn't it better to be like at the beginning?"

Perhaps thinking back to that time, Yuli's mood seemed to inexplicably improve.

This made Lige slightly speechless.

After all, his attitude at that time was far from good.

There was no way. At that time, Lige had just crossed over into this world. When he opened his eyes, he was lying on a bed with severe pain all over his body. There was a girl standing beside him, and his first reaction was naturally filled with hostility and caution.

If he hadn't realized that something incredible had happened to his body later on, Lige would have almost thought he had stumbled upon a dirty conspiracy, with some guys trying to harm him.

Memories from his previous life flowed through Lige's mind, causing a slight pain in his heart.

"Come to think of it, the situation I encountered in this world doesn't seem to be much different from before."

Lige self-mockingly thought in his heart.

Yuli, who didn't know what Lige was thinking, intentionally or unintentionally changed the subject.

"Is your Gate still not repairable?"

Although she had changed the subject, what Yuli brought up was even more sensitive than before.

"No." Lige remained calm and said, "The damage seems to be quite thorough, with no sign of recovery. I was just told not to use magic."

"Is that so?" Yuli was a bit regretful.

You see, in this world, whether or not you can use magic will directly determine a person's social status.

And the prerequisite for using magic is having a certain amount of magical power.

Magical power is the fuel for magic.

Without magical power, magic cannot be used no matter what.

But, people in this world are born with magic power, the difference lies only in the amount they possess, some have more, some have less, some have enough to use magic, while others do not.

The so-called "Gate" refers to a nerve inside the human body that carries magical properties. It serves as both a switch and a channel, and it is also a storage container for magic power, which is the source of magic.

Once the Gate is damaged, it can cause difficulty in invoking magic at best, or at worst, it can cause the magic stored within to completely dissipate.

Leig's Gate is damaged.

It was broken by someone.

"Have you found out?" Leig asked calmly, "Who was it that intended to kill me?"

This is the reason why Leig appeared here.

He, or rather, the original owner, was killed a month ago, severely injured and did not survive. Leig traveled through time and was saved by Yuli, and has been recuperating in this mansion for a full month.