1 Prologue

'So in the end it's going to end like this.'

A hollow laugh rang out barely audible to anyone.

'However, i'm not surprised nor do I feel that it is unfair, because I knew that I was going to die like this.'

"Haah."

He let out a long sigh and watched as the condensation coming from his laboured breath was dispersing into the sky.

"There's a bastard that's still alive over there!"

While he was gazing at his breath vapor gradually dissipating into nothingness, a few enemy soldiers who had spotted him from afar came rushing over.

'They've finally found me. I just wanted a few more minutes to enjoy watching the stars, besides, It's not like I'm going anywhere with this hole in my stomach.'

He wanted to ask them to let him have a little more time, but he just let it be.

'I feel really peaceful right now, even though I'm dying, surrounded by corpses, It feels like this is the first that I've just been able to breathe in years.'

He remembered the spring from twenty years ago.

'Wasn't I just 18 years old when I left my home saying that I would become someone amazing and that I would fulfill my great destiny?'

August was transmigrated into the body of a 16 year old orphan twenty-two years ago. His soul was originally from Earth and although he missed his family that he left behind from his past life, when his soul transmigrated over to this new body, he was forced to move on as he had no way back.

In fact, when he first woke up, he was so excited because he had always wanted to live a magical life full of meaning and adventure, even the fact that this world was technologically primitive didn't calm his ambitions as he had heard many stories of magical heroes from the villagers. His new identity was an orphan who had been working in a stone quarry ever since he was old enough to remember, so nobody realised that he wasn't the same 'August' as before and he was able to learn about this new world from his fellow workers.

What discouraged him however was that the only way he could find to learn magic was by joining the army, as only high ranking officers and nobles could learn magic, so two years later when he became old enough to join the army he didn't even hesitate and left to pave his path towards greatness.

After that, he spent the next twenty years going from battlefield to battlefield, not being able to advance his rank, while simply waiting for his moment to come.

The result of his twenty years of effort was that he only had a few coins to his name, he wasn't married and he was just an ordinary soldier belonging to the First Corps. His moment never came.

'What great destiny? I'm going to die namelessly on a freezing battlefield surrounded by corpses. Damn it!'

'It seems I had read too many novels in my past life. Whenever the main character transmigrates to another world, he has everything fall into place on his way to the top, all the beauties they meet fall in love with them and when they face difficulties, something always happens to help them turn the situation around.'

"Haha"

His life flashed past his eyes, it was like death was gloating at the endless misfortunes during his life. He wasn't a bad soldier but he just never got the right chance to show his potential nor was he willing to suck up to the higher ups. Therefore, he wasn't able to get a chance to learn magic, just like the majority of the other soldiers who have faded into obscurity since the beginning of time.

Thinking about these things he felt his peaceful mind being clouded with rage.

'What would have happened if I had chosen to join another unit when I enrolled? No, if I had enrolled when they were enlisting soldiers in the region of Kali? No, no. If I went West during that winter when there was the monster subjugation?'

There were many crossroad's and plenty of choices during his life time.

At that time, he made his decisions carelessly, without hesitation and hoped that it would just work out because he was the 'Main Character'.

Although his decisions weren't bad, they didn't give him an opportunity to shine, and ultimately, he didn't think about what exactly he wanted to achieve and therefore he didn't have a clear direction or goal when making his decisions so it turned out that there always could have been a better choice he could have made when he thought about it in hindsight.

And because of that, he had a hole in his stomach and was waiting to die.

August had long ago realised that unlike the story's that he liked to immerse himself into, this world was just as real and cruel as his old one.

Soon, he could see the bloodthirsty expressions of the enemy soldiers nearing him.

'Damn it.'

Stab.

A steel sword stabbed his chest.

"Damn...it."

His voice, as if fighting to push back the cruel clutches of destiny, was forced out of his mouth, one final time.

August a Spearman of the First Corps from the Randall Kingdom died just like that.

The End