Enopy

"What is that sound?" mumbled Outh, placing his hand near his ear subconsciously.

"What—?!"He suddenly realized that his voice wasn't his own—and more than that, he could speak and feel. Looking around, he found himself on a bustling city street. The buildings were clean and intact, the roads freshly paved. Men and women strolled happily along the sidewalks, chatting, laughing, existing.

He was stunned.

Then, suddenly, he jolted upright.

He was moving.

Looking down and around, he realized he was on a carriage—surrounded by kids.

"Why am I on a carriage with kids? Where are we going?" he wondered. He tried to stand, but the carriage hit a road bump, sending him sprawling.

He flinched—but oddly, there was no pain.

The kids looked at him. Some with curiosity, others with pride, a few with disgust or pity.

"Is that how you treat your elders?" he thought indignantly, glaring at a boy who looked at him with obvious distaste.

"Hey—" he began, but then paused, caught off guard once more by the unfamiliar sound of his voice.

"Whose voice is that? Is that... mine? No—wait, I'm alive? How is that possible? And whose body is this?" he muttered, studying his hands in growing confusion.

Again, that same lifeless female robotic voice echoed in his mind:"Would you like to see the memories of Enopy Rizen—(E, no, p)?"

"Please grant me a name before confirmation," it added.

Outh looked around in panic, his eyes darting from side to side.

"What the hell!" he whispered. Social pressure weighed down on him, yet his mind raced.

Then it hit him—a strange, vivid memory. "Isn't this like the manga I used to read back on Earth?"He shook his head. "No, I'm imagining things. Stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me."

"But… I'm alive. So maybe… maybe it could."

The voice interrupted again:"Please grant me a name."

Frustrated, he shouted in his head, "Fine! Your name is 'System'!"

"Would you like to see the memories of Enopy Rizen?" the System asked.

His defenses weakened. He began to come to terms with the idea — of this insane second chance at life. But the scars of his past returned instantly. Distrust clamped down on him like a vice.

"System, is that the name of the original owner of this body?" Outh asked cautiously.

"Yes."

"Then… yes. I'd like to see the memories of Enopy Rizen," he said.

As if in response, his eyes shut against his will. He wasn't afraid of the darkness—he had lived in it for what felt like eternity—but he had just seen the light, and wasn't ready to give it up again. Still, he couldn't resist. His mind was pulled into a deep dive of foreign memories.

And just like that, he was there—watching.

Enopy Rizen had requested to be sent by his father to a training facility to become a Magic Knight. These knights were ranked, and the highest was Rank Three. Rank Three monsters existed too. Enopy had begged to leave their small island—ruled by his father, a local baron—because he wanted to be strong enough to protect his loved ones from magical beasts.

He believed he had learned everything he could from his father and the island. Now, he had passed through Pattern City and was heading toward Bandit Mountain—a region crawling with violent bandits. After that would come Wind Wolf Plain, then the cursed land known as Windy Despair, a crossroads between territories like Magic Plant, Bloodsuckers, Red Ash Mountain, and Bandit Mountain itself.

"But they were told there was a secret, safe passage," Outh thought as he watched Enopy's life unfold.

He absorbed every memory—especially the techniques Enopy had been taught."This body… it's already at the peak of human limits. He was just about to break into Rank One Magic Knight," Outh realized.

Then, the final memory hit him like a brick.

The girl who killed him… Hina.

Enopy had never seen girls like her before. Beautiful, seductive—nothing like the simple folk back on the island. Hina had used her beauty to manipulate him. But when she pushed too far and Enopy refused to obey her anymore, she poisoned him. Then, while the others were distracted eating, she sent some boys to beat him to death.

"Even in this world… people are still like this. Cruel. Evil. But I didn't expect anything different," Outh thought bitterly.

"Well, Enopy… your death brought me back. I'll take your name and your body. And I will get revenge for you. I'll use this second life to achieve everything I ever dreamed of. I won't die again until I accomplish it all."

(Enopy: 5'10", black hair, black-gray eyes, dressed in a black battling kimono.)

Just as he finished the thought, the System spoke again:

"Would you like to process and learn the techniques?"

He had seen them in Enopy's memories—brilliant forms of combat.

"Yes," he said firmly.Then, curiously, he asked, "Where are you located on my body, System? And how did you get there?"

A wave of knowledge surged into his mind. The techniques were replayed in mental simulations—over and over. By sunrise, he had mastered them.

"I just need experience using them in real situations," Enopy thought.

"Location: In your mind. Cannot compute exact coordinates." the System responded.

Suddenly, his consciousness darkened. In that space, he saw the dirty watch from before—floating in the void. It slowly began to evaporate and merge with his mind.

Then—he woke up.

He smirked."Oh! It was the watch… Interesting. Kinda weird how everything's going my way—well, except the millions of years in darkness."

That night, he didn't sleep. Instead, he trained by a tree, striking it over and over.His body still numb to pain, he took advantage of it. Each scratch, each mistake, taught him more.

He was going to be ready.