Death and transmigration

Axel was a 25yo guy, half-african-caucasian, with an average life.

He was an average student with potential, but lacking motivation. Same with sports. Same with looks. He could have been much better overall, but he prefered to spend his time on video games, movies and series. He discovered mangas and animes in highschool, but truly got into it in college. From there, he discovered light novels, web novels, and visual novels/ero games.

Axel really liked ero-games with Tactics or RPG elements, but only got a few of them. After all, he didn't buy them, he downloaded those with english patchs, and which worked on his modest computer. He liked to try differents gameplays with them, and for those with locked content and multiples possible endings, he finished them several times.

In his ero-game folders, he had another folder for his favourite ones. It was currently open, and his favourite ero-game was running, alongside 2 others applications. The first one was a versatile cheat program called SpoilerAl. It was compatible with plenty of ero-games, and provided a lot of options for cheating. The second application was a cheat program specialy made for his favourite ero-rpg-game.

He had already cleared the game 3 times. It was going to be his 4th playthrough, with all his favourite options on. He had started the new game at level 1 instead of keeping the max level from his previous playthrough, but he was still going to give himself a big headstart with the cheating programs. He didn't want everything the New Game + options offered, so he was going to take the parts he liked and leave the rest to get while playing. After all, if he got everything from the start it would be boring, but he also didn't want to suffer the struggles from the beginning all over again.

Axel had just finished his modifications, and saved the game to make sure they had been recorded when the unthinkable happened.

Through his window, he caught the sight of something coming toward him at breakneck speed. During the last 2 seconds, he realised that it was a meteorite burning so hot it was white, a weird one as it was surrounded by what looked like purple lightning. During the last second, his window shattered and the walls cracked from the wind pressure of compressed air in front of the meteorite. All highly flammable materials in the room spontaneously caught fire. He felt a heavy pressure on his body as it was lifted from the ground, the temperature so high above his resistance treshold his mind couldn't process it, nor did it have time to.

A streak of purple scattered in the room, one of its branchs striking his laptop and melting it before jumping straight to his head and heart. He saw only white and felt unfathomable pain for a exceptionally small moment before oblivion.

Someplace, sometime, a young man slowly regained consciousness. The sense of touch, sound and smell became clearer, along with the mind. The feeling of the whole body returned, and the young man slowly opened his eyes. Even though he was still incapable of complex thoughs, he realised, that he had come back from a very dark place, very far away.

Axel sat up and looked around. He was in a room, in the middle of the day judging by the light that came from the window. The air was pleasant, the birds were singing, the sunlight on his skin was warm. It was nice. Wondering how he got there, he got a sudden headache, and recalled his final moments.

His eyes opened wide and he panicked. He checked himself in a hurry, with laboured breaths, moaning in fear of finding some atrocious injuries on himself, but after a few seconds he calmed down, terror letting place to confusion.

His body had changed. His amber skin had been replaced by a white one, his curly black hairs replaced by straight brown hairs, his adult body replaced by a young one possibly in its early teens. The clothes he was wearing, he never owned anything similar. He was wearing clothes from an outdated fashion despite them being of good quality. Even the various furnitures in the rooms were outdated. The kind that wouldn't be out of place in the medieval times.

He had read enough fictions and fanfictions to know that after his death, he had transmigrated into that current body. And as he wondered what had happened to the owner of his current body, he was assaulted by another headache, much stronger than the previous one, and lasting longer. He had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.

During that time, the memories of his current body passed through his mind at such a speed that he could only grasp the essential informations. As he had guessed, he was in another world. A fantasy one, with magic and other civilised races aside from humans.

He was in the Heizenbourg kingdom, on the continent of Agimoz. He was the son of the king, Gerald Bradheim, and his second wife, lady Elizabeth Bradheim, the second daughter of a marquis. His current identity was that of Erwin Bradheim, 3rd prince of the Heizenbourg kingdom, and 5th child of the king.

Unfortunatly, his predecessor's mother had recently died from an illness. Because he had little talent in the fields of combat and magic, and spent more time reading books, he was sent away from the royal castle and the capital to manage the poorest and most hazardous territory of the kingdom, Darkmoor. On the way, he had suddenly gotten ill, and it got worse until he became unable to remain conscious. His predecessor had died, and he took over.

Axel had complicated feelings. He was distraught to have died, happy to have another chance at life, saddened by what had happened to his predecessor yet thankfull that he was gone and had left him his place. It was too much to take at once. Mentally drained, he quickly fell asleep.