Chapter 1

English is not my native language, if there is any problem with the translator, please let me know. [Reincarnation... Error! ]

[Reincarnation... Error! ] [ Error ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ] [ Error! ]

[ Looking for an alternative... Found! ]

[Start moving the host to a compatible body...]

[Number of matches found - 0]

[Alternative... Choose a random body from the user's memories... ]

[Number of matches found - 1]

[Search for a starting world for the user has begun... Successful! ]

[Create a fake background for the user's life... Successful! ]

[Transplant the host's soul... Successful! ]

[Acquire the required skills... Success!]

[Transplant basic information of the acquired skills... Success!]

[Requesting permission to begin the adventure: Yes/No.]

[No response received]

[ In search of an alternative... Found! ]

[Alternative...Silent affirmative response...]

[Accepted]

[MISTAKE!! MISTAKE!!! System crashes due to compatibility issues]

[The system will be paused until further notice]

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The first thing I saw when I woke up was an unfamiliar ceiling. I turned my head and looked around the room. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I knew something wasn't right. First of all, he hadn't even opened his eyelids, but somehow he could already see. But the vision was strange, as if he were looking through a high-resolution thermal camera. It was incredibly strange.

My thoughts were far from calm, as they would be for anyone who woke up in an unfamiliar room. The room was spacious, with two rows of ten bunk beds, suggesting that it was intended to accommodate a crowd.

A military camp? Well, it looked pretty similar, but I didn't see anyone yelling at me to get up early, and there were no camouflage uniforms, which ruled out the idea.

The walls were mostly white, and the room itself was dark, but the light from the windows illuminated it enough that everything was clearly visible.

"Did I get kidnapped or something? Maybe... I'm at a community center," I mused, though I doubted the idea. There was no way I would end up in a place like this. I wasn't homeless to begin with. Living with my parents at 18 was still considered normal. Well... I think so.

However, I preferred to calm down rather than panic. At least I hadn't woken up behind bars in a police station for tax evasion.

But a strange feeling told me that I had forgotten a rather important event that had brought me here.

I sat up, still feeling a little numb. I shook my head and stretched out on the bed a little. I was taking my kidnapping pretty well, maybe because I hadn't woken up tied up. That, or maybe my brain hadn't yet processed what was happening to me.

That's when I heard children's laughter and screams coming from the other side of the window. I examined the room more closely and noticed that the belongings and personal details on the bunk beds belonged to children. There were stuffed animals, story books, and drawings on the walls. The room had a distinctly childish atmosphere that was completely unfamiliar.

"Is this an orphanage? How did I end up here?"

Questions were piling up in my mind as I continued to try to understand my situation.

I decided to open my eyes for the first time since I woke up and, to my surprise, I saw the world in a different way. Everything was clearer and more detailed. Hell, I could see an ant from across the room with amazing clarity. This was incredibly strange. Last time I checked, I needed glasses to see better, but even that wouldn't give me that good vision. Things were getting weirder by the minute. I wanted to rub my eyes, but in the process, I saw my hands.

"My hands! They're... they're small," I exclaimed in my mind, astonished by the sight of my own hands, which were now much smaller than they should be. I couldn't help but look at them in wonder and confusion. What the hell was going on here? Keeping calm was no longer working.

I decided to investigate further and got up from the bed. I wobbled a bit before managing to stand. I looked around, feeling that something was terribly wrong. The beds were low, the room was larger than I had initially thought, but the strangest thing was that everything was at a child's height.

It was then that I noticed a mirror on the wall. With uncertain steps, I approached the mirror and looked at myself in it. What I saw took my breath away. In the reflection, it wasn't me. It wasn't my face. Instead, it was a boy of about ten years old.

My hair was as white as snow, falling in loose strands on my forehead. My skin was pale, almost like porcelain, contrasting with the white hair. But what really struck me were my eyes. They were of an intense blue, a blue that seemed to reflect the very sky itself. They were remarkably beautiful eyes, but also strange.

"What the hell?!"

I paused for a second upon hearing my voice, the language in which my words came out surprised me once again. The only thing that snapped me out of my stupor was the sound of my own heart beating rapidly.

"No... Don't tell me. Perfect Japanese!"

I spoke in Japanese, and even my voice was clearly different. It's not that I had a high-pitched voice before, but now it was definitely younger and more fragile.

I looked into the eyes of the child in the mirror, trying to find some clue, some explanation. But there was nothing.

Once I had exhausted the possible logical explanations, my mind began to drift toward more extraordinary theories. Was I trapped in an isekai? I was no stranger to Japanese culture; one might even call me an otaku. Therefore, contemplating that possibility was not strange. Everything surprisingly fit. My new body, my strange ocular power, and the orphanage I was in seemed like they were taken out of a novel or an anime.

My body tensed as I heard footsteps outside the room. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming confusion surrounding me.

Stealthily, I made my way to the door and cracked it open just enough to peek into the hallway. I saw a young woman with long, dark hair walking towards the room. Her face appeared serene, and she wore a uniform indicating that she was part of the orphanage staff.

"Oh, you're awake!" the woman said with a kind smile as she saw me at the door. She seemed not to have noticed my state of alertness or the confusion in my mind.

"How are you feeling today, Satoru?"

My eyes widened in astonishment at that name. "Satoru." That name rang in my head like a bell. My mind clicked, as if the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly fallen into place. My white hair, the shape of my eyes, my strange vision, everything seemed to indicate that I had transmigrated into Gojo Satoru's body. I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. I nodded, trying to appear calm, though my mind was in complete chaos.

"I feel fine, thank you," I muttered, trying to maintain a steady voice, despite the anxiety coursing through me. The woman nodded in satisfaction and bent down to pat my white hair.

"That's good to hear, Satoru. If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know." With that, she turned and walked away down the hallway. I slowly closed the door and grabbed my head, overwhelmed by the confusion engulfing me. Only one word seemed to adequately describe my situation:

"Oh... Shit!"