Chapter 7: The First Enemy?
In a nearby county, on a beautiful night, something strange was happening to the third son of Tarkus Lantches.
"What the hell is happening to my body? Some bitch definitely poisoned me."
Dizziness hit him like a wave as he stumbled, trying to grab onto something—anything—to stay upright. But his hands failed him, knocking over everything nearby. He collapsed, overwhelmed by pain, dying with a contorted grimace of hatred, as if his very soul refused to give up.
Seconds passed.
The body stirred. His expression softened, his breathing resumed. He sat up abruptly, like someone waking from a nightmare.
"NOT THE FACE!"
He yelled, shielding his head with his arms, as if bracing for something that never came. After a few seconds of waiting, he uncovered his face and looked around, confused by the unfamiliar mess of the room.
Still frozen in shock, a transparent window appeared in front of him.
[Congratulations! You have been reincarnated into another world.]
Only that. Sitting on the floor, he looked visibly confused and questioned the floating window.
"What the hell does that even mean?"