Prologue

I have spent many a sleepless night to perform my magical research, then throwing myself on my soft bed to relax and only waking up a long time later; refreshed. But today that was not the case, I woke up with an uncomfortable feeling and one of the worst headaches I have ever had in my life. It felt like someone was continuously injecting long, thick needles into my brain. I tried to use magic to stop the pain; but it didn't work, as I couldn't move my arms and didn't feel my magic power flowing. I was very frustrated that I could not stop the excruciating pain and worried about my situation; but I could do nothing, not even open my eyes.

After a painful few minutes of waiting, the pain subsided and I could finally feel my body movements returning, when I opened my eyes fully I was faced with an unusual situation; the ceiling above that confronted me was ignoble, but not strange. The room itself was unfamiliar to me, but also reminiscent. I sat down to look around me and myself; every part of the room, every item and their locations were etched into my subconscious. I could tell where the clothes were, the shoes, the small objects....

When I stopped looking around and turned my curiosity to myself, I was filled with surprise. My hands had become smaller, my arms thinner, my beard was nowhere to be found. My body itself was younger - which left me static for a few seconds.

With my head still throbbing, I slowly stood up and walked towards the dressing table; I took a deep breath to calm all my restlessness, when I faced myself in the mirror, I was static again. The vision reflected in the mirror made some of my doubts clearer, and in return I began to acquire others. As I had described before, my body was much younger, and the image in the mirror showed me this very well. But I was not a petite version of my former self, instead - a boy I had never met.

His long red hair full of life and his beautiful crimson eyes reminded me of a terrifying old demon. But his beautiful face showed me no danger, only exaggerated calmness. I marveled at the young man's elegant beauty, moved my hands to touch his new face, and ended up feeling his softness, but not only his skin; his hair was also smooth and silky.

I checked every detail of this body that appeared to be mine now, after doing so, the uncomfortable feeling hit me again and doubts shot through my mind. How did I manage to acquire such a young body as this? What am I doing in this body? If I am here at the moment, does that mean that I have died? How did I come to die? I don't remember, I don't know, I am confused by all this. My last memories are of the softness of my bed? so I lost my life while I was sleeping? What a pathetic death for someone of my level.

I can only sigh and try to forget many of these doubts that would not help me at all now. For I have to focus on my current situation, on this young man... who is this boy again?... I don't have any of his memories besides these sensations. And this damn headache I received came from the fusion of my soul with this body. I think I have read a little bit about transmigration before, where people die and their souls travel to other worlds taking on bodies. And I never really delved into it after that line because I was too busy with my research, travels, conflicts, women...

Sigh

I have been in all kinds of situations, but nothing compares to this. I am lost, how can I just follow this boy's life? Leave all my years of pure effort and dedication to the wind. All my acquaintances... it is too much to process quickly and with my aching brain it only makes this process more difficult. And to make my weakened condition worse, the throbbing pain started to intensify again

Ugh... I held my head with both hands because of the rising pain: 'damn body, why do I have to go through this?', while cursing about my situation, I could notice the amount of memories that were being injected in my mind little by little. Almost all the moments lived from his childhood to the present day were being allocated in my mind. About his childhood friends, his little enemies, his family, the cowardly attack he suffered? Almost his entire life was poured over me and I ended up spending a few minutes to digest it all.