A few minutes passed in a haze of dizziness.
Raj — or rather, Raiyu Glaze now — clutched his head as the storm of foreign memories finally began to settle.
Ding!
[Memory Synchronization Completed Successfully.]
He exhaled sharply, blinking as everything started making sense — or at least trying to.
Images and fragments floated in his mind — clearer now, stitched together into something resembling a story.
Raiyu lived in a small settlement not far from this forest — a place called Elyndor Vale. It wasn't a village of nobles or knights, just a humble community scraping by on the edge of civilization. The people there lived outside the protection of what the memories called Sacred Domains — regions blessed by divine forces where the strong ruled and the weak could seek shelter.
Out here, though? There was no divine protection. Only hunger, hard work, and survival.
Raiyu was an orphan, raised by no one, and remembered nothing of his parents — not even their faces. In Elyndor, that wasn't uncommon. Most of the outer settlers were like him, born from forgotten bloodlines and left to fend for themselves.
In the memories, he worked as a woodcutter, selling timber to traders who transported it into the Sacred Domains — probably for nobles or cultivators. The pay was barely enough to eat, let alone live comfortably.
Raj frowned as the scenes replayed — the boy dragging heavy logs through muddy trails, haggling for coins, eating plain bread in a worn-down shack.
"So basically," Raj sighed, "he was broke, alone, and lived in a place literally called 'the ass end of the map.' Great start."
His tone darkened slightly as the last piece of memory surfaced.
The cause of death.
The image was brief — the boy sitting deep in the Mournwood Forest, chewing something he'd foraged earlier. Then… pain.
A convulsion.
Darkness.
Raj blinked. "Wait—this guy died from eating a poisonous mushroom?!"
He buried his face in his hands.
"Unbelievable. I didn't die saving a village or slaying a beast — I got isekai'd into a dude who died because he couldn't tell mushrooms apart."
He groaned loudly.
"Fucking perfect. I'm not just broke, I'm the reincarnation of a walking food hazard."
[At least the Host now has dietary awareness.]
Raj froze for a second, then slowly looked up.
"…Did you just roast me, System?"
[Observation: Sarcasm detected in host's tone. Response: Affirmative.]
He tilted his head up toward the forest canopy, where sunlight streamed through the branches like fractured gold.
But just as the flood of memories began to fade, something new surfaced — something deeper, buried beneath all the noise.
A final memory.
It wasn't a scene — just a voice.
Broken. Tired. Heavy with despair.
"I wish… I wish I had power to change this fucked-up world…"
"Curse those purebloods…"
The words echoed through Raj's mind like a whisper across eternity.
For a moment, everything went silent — even the wind, even the birds.
Raj froze, his breath catching in his throat.
That wasn't just a passing thought. It was a cry — raw and full of grief, anger, and helplessness. The kind of pain that digs into your bones and never leaves.
His lips parted slightly.
"...Damn," he muttered under his breath. "You really got it rough, didn't you?"
He wasn't Raiyu. Their personalities couldn't have been more different.
Raj was sarcastic, lazy, a realist who used humor as a shield.
Raiyu — the original one — had been desperate, powerless, crushed under a world that didn't care whether he lived or died.
And yet… now that their souls had merged, Raj could feel his pain.
Not as someone else's tragedy — but as his own.
The memories had burned something into him:
The cold hunger of the outer settlements.
The stares of arrogance from the Sacred Domain elites — the "purebloods."
The quiet deaths no one mourned.
Raj clenched his fists unconsciously.
For the first time since arriving here, he wasn't joking.
"So that's what kind of world this is…" he said quietly.
"Alright then, Raiyu. You couldn't change it. But I can."
He looked up at the sky — the sunlight cutting through the trees like scattered fire.
"Let's see how far this second life can go."
[Host's synchronization complete: Emotional compatibility established.]
[System note: Mental stability improved.]
Raj smirked faintly, brushing the dirt from his shirt.
"Good," he said, standing up straight. "Because I've got a world to fuck with."
Raj rubbed his stomach, which growled in protest.
"Wait a damn minute, System—where are my three treasures? Don't tell me that hooded bastard scammed me."
[Host doesn't need to worry.]
[The two treasures are safely stored within the System Inventory .]
[Would the Host like to view them now?]
Raj exhaled, relieved. "Nah, I'll do that later. First, tell me more about this world. That Raiyu guy had barely any knowledge — just some broken memories and a lot of bad luck."
[Understood.]
[However, before I begin, I must clarify: the previous host, Raiyu Glaze, was categorized as a Morvane.]
Raj tilted his head. "Morvane? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
[Does the Host prefer a detailed explanation or a short summary?]
Raj smirked. "Give me the detailed one. I need to prepare for whatever hell this place has waiting for me. I'm a little hungry, but I can handle that later."
[Acknowledged.]
[Transferring knowledge within the limits of the Host's mental capacity…]
[World Information: Realm of Atherion]
[Power Essence: Spirit Energy
The fundamental source of all life and strength in Atherion is known as Spirit Energy — the breath of the world itself.
It flows through the land, sky, and soul
— unseen by mortals yet tangible to those who awaken to its presence.
Spirit Energy is the force that fuels existence, the essence that binds all life to the eternal cycle of power and rebirth.]
[Continental Division:
Atherion is divided into four great continents:
First : Frozheim, where the Host currently resides.
Second :Solvane
Third : Tirvath
And fourth: Dravemyr ]
[Each continent houses several Sacred Domains — regions blessed by divine power and overflowing with pure Spirit Energy. These lands are said to be protected by the remnants of the gods themselves.]
[The Sanctborn — The Purebloods
Within the Sacred Domains dwell the Sanctborn, the chosen races of Atherion — beings born with the Mark of Divinity, a glowing crystal within their bodies known as the Spirit Core, the heart of cultivation itself.
The Sanctborn are worshiped as sacred, untouched by impurity. They breathe Spirit Energy as easily as mortals breathe air.
Blessed by divine heritage, they cultivate power from the moment of birth, shaping the world through their will alone.]
[The Morvanes — The Dirtborn
Outside those divine sanctuaries lie the Outer Domains — the forsaken lands.
Here, Spirit Energy is thin, chaotic, and tainted.
The air hums with unstable essence, and beasts warped by Chaotic Spirit Energy roam freely — the Spirit Beasts of the wild. ]
[The people who live here — the Morvanes, also known as the unmarked or the dirtborn — are the forgotten.
They are born without Spirit Cores, unable to cultivate or perceive the flow of power that defines this world.
Their only purpose is servitude: gathering timber, stone, minerals, and other resources to supply the Sanctborn's lavish lives… while they themselves wither away in poverty and hunger.]
[System Advice]
[If the Host wishes to survive in Atherion, strength is not an option — it is the only law.
To defy this world, you must transcend its order.]
Raj blinked as the glowing screen dimmed, its golden text fading into particles of light that drifted away like fireflies.
He rubbed his forehead and muttered under his breath,
"So basically, this entire world's built on 'god-borns live like kings, mortals die like dogs.' Got it. Perfectly balanced system."
[Host is correct.]
Raj snorted. "Figures."
He looked down at himself — dirty shirt, dusty pants, and an empty stomach that growled like a dying beast.
"And here I am, a broke Morvane who doesn't even have money to eat."
[Host need not worry.]
[The System provides basic nutritional supplies for the first seven days, to ensure the Host's adaptation to this world.]
Raj raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'll be damned. Guess you're not completely useless after all."
He grinned. "Alright, System. Hit me. I'm starving."
A soft ding echoed — and in his hands, a faint blue light shimmered before solidifying into… a small piece of coarse bread and a bottle of plain milk.
Raj stared at it.
Then back at the system screen.
"…The fuck? That's it?"
[Affirmative. These are basic survival supplies, as stated.]
Raj groaned. "Basic? This looks like something that fell out of a pigeon's lunch box!"
[Nutritionally balanced and suitable for sustained mortal consumption.]
He glared at the loaf, took a bite anyway, and immediately regretted it.
"Ugh! Tastes like cardboard dipped in sadness."
[System analysis: Host's complaints irrelevant to nutritional value.]
Raj sighed, gulping down the milk in one go. "I swear, System, if I survive this world, I'm buying you an attitude upgrade."
[Upgrade denied: Host lacks Karmic Points.]
Raj nearly choked. "...You've got to be kidding me."
He sat down under a nearby tree, rubbing his temple. "So this is my life now, huh?
A broke woodcutter, eating sad bread in a forest, waiting for divine revenge against people I haven't even met yet."
He smirked faintly to himself. "Well… could've been worse. At least I didn't respawn as the mushroom that killed the last guy."
Raj stretched his arms and glanced toward the distance, where faint smoke curled above the tree line.
"That must be Elyndor Vale," he muttered.
He brushed off the crumbs from his "meal" and stood up.
"Alright then… time to see what this world's got for me — and maybe find a real breakfast."
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