In a New World!

As Harry's vision gradually cleared, he blinked against the bright sunlight filtering through the canopy. Before him stretched a barren jungle, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and foliage. He noticed he was wearing a rugged hunting suit, a bow slung across his back and a quiver of arrows at his side. It looked like he had been fishing by the nearby stream.

Memories flooded his mind; fragments of a life he was now inhabiting. He was now Jabari, a commoner living on the outskirts of the city of Sentra, born into a family of freemen. His father had passed away when he was young, leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. At around fifteen years old, Jabari was a budding hunter, navigating the challenges of life with a mix of determination and youthful spirit.

Harry gazed at his reflection in the clear water. The boy staring back was strong and athletic, with a certain heroism in his posture, despite his tender age. "Not bad at all," he thought to himself, nodding in approval.

He sensed the presence of the purple Simulation Coin within him, quietly pulsing with energy but now subdued, as if it had entered a dormant state. It seemed to be gathering information, relaying the basic conditions of his new life. Harry realized that when Jabari's life came to an end, he would return to his previous body. This revelation brought him a sense of relief; the fear of being trapped in this new existence was lifted, at least for now.

With a faint smile, Harry turned away from the stream and headed toward the place that felt like home in this unfamiliar reality.

After a short walk, he reached a small village, a cluster of modest homes surrounded by wild greenery. His heart raced as he approached the familiar dwelling that belonged to Jabari's family.

"Back already?" a voice called out from inside.

He stepped through the doorway to find a middle-aged woman with a warm but weary smile. Her face was kind, yet her pallor and frail frame told a different story. Though she was not quite forty, the toll of life's hardships had made her appear much older.

She was struggling to light a fire in the hearth, the flickering embers casting a soft glow in the dim room. "Let me help with that," Harry offered, stepping forward to assist her. "We caught two big fish today; I think we can have a feast!"

Her brow furrowed slightly. "You haven't been discovered, have you?"

"Don't worry, no one saw me," he reassured her with a nod. "I was careful."

In this era, where feudal lords ruled over every parcel of land, hunting without permission could lead to severe consequences. Harry understood why she was concerned; her worry was palpable.

Seeing the tension ease from her face, he joined her at the hearth, working together to prepare the fish. They shared small talk as they set about their tasks, the familiarity of their rhythm offering a comforting sense of normalcy amidst the strangeness of his situation.

Harry felt a swell of affection for this woman; Jabari's mother, her strength a testament to the bond they shared, even if he was merely a vessel for her son's life. As the fire crackled and the aroma of cooking fish filled the air, he couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose in this new world.

After a while, the tantalizing aroma of cooking meat wafted through the air, wrapping around Harry like a comforting blanket. The meal they shared had rejuvenated Jabari's mother, her once downcast complexion now showing a hint of color as she smiled at him. "You always know how to catch the best fish, Jabari. We might have to make this a regular feast!" she said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Harry chuckled, "I'm just glad I could help. A good meal is what we both need." With a warm smile, he stood up and stepped outside into the small yard, relishing the quiet of their secluded home.

Once outside, he scanned the area to ensure no one was watching. The yard was relatively empty, a patch of dirt and grass bordered by overgrown weeds. With a sense of purpose, he began to move, performing a series of fluid and inexplicable motions that would have intrigued anyone fortunate enough to witness it.

Inside him, a warm current began to flow, spreading through his limbs like a gentle tide. This was not just any practice; Harry was honing his skills in the Knight's Aura, a legacy passed down through the His family.

In the Dawn World, knights were more than mere warriors; they were formidable beings, wielding extraordinary power. Harry recalled his father , a true knight who could repel armies single-handedly. "His strength was legendary," he thought, pride swelling in his chest. "Knights like him are the true power holders in this world."

To become a knight, one needed more than just talent; the Knight's Aura was essential, a secret mastered by noble families. As the son of a knight, Harry had been privileged to learn this technique, giving him the unique opportunity to cultivate his strength in a new life.

After several minutes of focused practice, Harry paused, breathing deeply as he assessed his body. "This boy's talent is significantly better than my previous one," he noted with satisfaction. Jabari's body was strong and agile, a marked improvement over the previous life he had inhabited, where he had struggled to match the abilities of his brothers.

"Excellent news!" he thought, a grin spreading across his face. His primary goal in this world was to find a place to train diligently, laying a strong foundation for his future pursuits. With this body's superior knightly talent, he felt confident that he could surpass his former self in no time.

However, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. "I wonder if this world will yield Simulation Energy for me." He gazed into the distance, his brow furrowing slightly. The Simulation Coin within him had been eerily quiet since he arrived, its usual activity absent. Would he be able to gather Simulation Energy here? Only time would tell.

For the next few days, life continued normally. Harry adopted Jabari's routine, hunting in the nearby mountains and returning with fresh game. But unlike Jabari, who had been cautious and fearful of the local lore and fables, Harry was emboldened by the knowledge that he didn't belong to this world. He took greater risks, exploring deeper into the forest and venturing to areas that Jabari would have avoided.

Each hunt filled him with a sense of thrill and purpose. He was no longer just a boy trying to survive; he was a future knight, embracing his destiny with every daring step he took.