The pain began to intensify with every passing second until Vincent started to lose consciousness. He tried as much as possible to control himself, but to no avail. The pain was stronger than his will.

...

Vincent opened his eyes. His gaze was confused and hazy. He didn't feel any pain in his right foot; he didn't know if it was because the pain had gone away or if he had lost the ability to feel. After a little while, Vinn's vision began to become clearer. A wooden board hanging with what resembles amulets. He turned his gaze to a different place and saw that he was in a wooden cabin. He looked at his body, then at his right foot, which was covered in bandages, and saw that he was lying on a straw bed. There was a scent of herbs mingling with the smell of damp wood.

"Oh, you are awake!"

Vincent heard a sharp and deep sound. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw an old man with long white hair that reached his back and a small white beard. He was wearing a dirty and somewhat torn cloak. His appearance was the typical look of a beggar.

"Where am I?"

Vincent's voice was hoarse and thirsty as he spoke. Poetry that feels like a mummified corpse from hundreds of years ago.

"You must need some water..."

When the old man brought the bowl of water. Vincent took it involuntarily and drank it all down to the last drop. He felt refreshed after finishing his drink of water.

"Oh my God, it seems you were very thirsty, little one."

Vincent felt like he was in paradise now after drinking the water. Before, he felt as if there were dirt and thorns in his throat from thirst.

"Where am I?"

Vincent asked the question again.

"Oh, you are now in my house." I found you lying in the forest, I must say, you are very lucky that I was the first one to find you. "It could have been a monstrous dinner if you had been a little late."

Vincent swallowed his saliva in fear. His eyes widened a little. He was surprised when he said, "What a monster." Finn had some doubts that he was no longer in his old world of memories, with the plants and the animal that resembled that deer. But his suspicions were confirmed that he was definitely in a completely different world from the one he had been in.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

"Mm..." "Thank you for helping me."

Although Vincent was a thief, he certainly had some morals. In the dark world of theft, words of gratitude were not common, so he felt a strange sensation when he said them for the first time.

"Don't worry about it." "It is impossible for me to leave a person in need and abandon them to their fate to die."

The old man spoke with eloquence and kindness. Vincent was able to tell at first glance that he is a good person.

"Oh, right." "It's time to change the dressings."

The old man placed a dish next to Finn and took what resembled a hammer, starting to grind the grass inside the dish and mixing it with dry leaves and other liquids. The old man seemed to be an expert in these matters. A poem by Vincent filled with nostalgia for something, yet he doesn't know what it is. The poem feels as if it remembers seeing something like this before, but it doesn't know where.

"And now, can you show me your foot?"

Vincent's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the old man. He showed his foot to him, and the old man began to unwrap the old bandages. Then he took a little of the mixture he had made and began to apply it around the injured area.

"I'm surprised that you're alive after that injury." Most people die after a few minutes. "From the look of the wound, it seems you were injured a few hours ago."

The old man spoke while he was still immersed in his work.

"What does it mean?" "Is it that serious?"

Vincent was surprised by what the old man said. If you don't pay attention to the sticky fluid coming from the wound, it will look like a natural wound from a kitchen knife or a sword.

"She is definitely dangerous." "You did not achieve any peace in the end."

"What does it mean?" So, from what?

Suddenly, the old man stopped and looked at Vincent, raising his eyebrow. The old man was surprised by his question.

"Don't worry." Just relax now and don't try to move. If you want anything, just call me... "Oh right, I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Randolph, you can call me whatever you like. Nice to meet you, little one."

Vincent almost laughed a little when Randolph forgot to introduce himself. A stranger helped him, took him into his home, and treated his wounds. What kind of sane person would do this?

This was Vincent's train of thought at that moment. The idea of helping a stranger has been strange to him until now. But he smiled at Randolph.

"Mmm..." "Thank you once again."

"No need." "Good evening now."

Then Randolph extinguished the candles and left the room.

Vincent sat with his thoughts for a while. He was thinking about everything that had happened to him. From his escape from the two men of the Black Iron Union to that strange dark place, and those eyes that made him tremble with fear every time he thought of them. Now he is thrown into the house of an old man in a place that can only be described as strange and magical.

Vincent began to try to think about the scenes he had seen. At first, he concluded that he was not in his original body. And he is certainly not in his old world. It seems that these scenes are memories of the owner of this body.

Vincent also saw that there was a supernatural force he had never seen before called magic. He had heard about magic in many children's stories when he was young, but he never expected to be transported to a world full of magic.

All the things that the owner of the body saw in Vincent's mind were like a memory chip in a computer. He also saw that the original body owner was injured by small white creatures.

It seems that your input is incomplete. Could you please provide more context or clarify what you would like to say? "What bad luck."

Vincent grumbled silently in his head. There were many ideas in his mind that brought him a headache.

*Slap*

"Vincent, calm down." "No need to panic."

He slapped himself in an attempt to calm down. He also tried to understand the situation he is in now.

"Now." I am no longer in my old world. I am now in a magical world, apparently in the body of someone else. This person was injured by strange beings. Why this person instead of anyone else in the world?Okay, now I am at the home of an elderly man who is taking care of my injuries. "What a beginning in a new world."

Vincent's eyes began to close a little after all this thinking. He closed his eyes while thinking about what could happen the next day.