"Two Days" continuously said the young one armed man sitting on a shabby bed. He felt like someone was holding a sword right on top of his head.

'I'm definitely not going to survive without help...'

The sole idea of being alone, in this cut throat world for an entire year with the mental capacity of a two year old was chilling. Prometheus didn't think that just because the village had helped him after the attack of the bandits they would also care about him for an entire year after he began to behave like a mentally impeded child.

Not even in a aristocratic house they would do something like that. Probably in a royal family they would keep you and try to sold you of to connect the family to some rich merchant clan, but that was only because of the royal title.

Poor people? They would probably kill him themselves and feel good about it.

This was what he thought at least. He wasn't an expert on poor people living in Illusory Thunder. In fact he didn't know much about how poor people lived in Illusory Thunder. Yes, he was from here, but didn't even know what region of the world was the one he was reborn in.

Illusory Thunder was a huge world after all.

Just take the kingdom where he was born in his first life, the Illuria Kingdom, as example: first, it was only one of the fifty-eight regions of the Luma Empire. Comparing it to a country from Earth, the Illuria Kingdom was about the size of modern day Russia. Even so, it was only one of the smallest region of the Empire. Plus, the Empire itself was only a small power in the North-East of Atlante, the Central and only Continent in Illusory Thunder. All around, spread the tumultuous Sage Sea and even farther there was the legendary Crown of Fire, an impassable mount range dominated by the most powerful organizations in the whole Illusory Thunder.

'Yes, that's about all what I remember about this world' considered the young man, trying to recall other information about Illusory Thunder that could help him.

For the moment, everything he remembered proved to be completely useless. He was a prince in his first life, after all. He didn't have much common sense knowledge. He knew a bit of general geography, lots of history about his own Illuria Kingdom and the Empire it served, and could recite and explain tons of poems and literary works. That was it.

He had no real skill, nor he had been trained on how to find help while being a complete destitute.

In his first life, most of his time had been spent preparing to marry inside the Imperial Family. Ah yes, he - Prince Seven- had been chosen by the Emperor himself to be the husband of his third daughter. It was because of a weird celestial sign that seemingly connected with the one that appeared when the princess was born. And again, yes: they were born in the same day.

Weird stuff. But not the weirdest thing that ever happened to him.

So, the Emperor decided that he had to marry his daughter. Probably that was the reason he was killed in the first place.

In the seventeen years of his first life, he only learned about good manners and the history of the Empire. He was also forced to memorized poems and other literary works, when his royal family discovered that the imperial princess was passionate about those things. Him? Oh, he hated that with all his heart.

Not being able to cultivate, his parents forced him to stay always inside the castle, fearing that some other power would try to assassinate him.

Well, they were kinda right. However, even staying holed up inside his royal castle didn't save him from death. A death that probably occurred while he was sleeping, as he didn't remember it at all.

Which was a thing that Prometheus had always been grateful of. Just imagining how much disturbing would it be to remember his own assassination made him shiver. How could somebody peacefully live remembering their own death?

Especially one caused by a wife that they never met. How would you be able to ever form a meaningful relationship with such a disturbing memory?

Prometheus laughed lightly.

'Marriage killed me... hahaha... wait?'

The young man suddenly stopped laughing, his face freezing in a strange expression for a couple of minutes.

'I'm a genius'

"A GENIUS" he exclaimed his face brimming with joy.

He just had an incredible idea, something that would allow him to survive an entire year without being left to die.

"... marriage"

He mumbled. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he bounced up from the bed, his body exploding with new energy. This was an incredible idea!

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"HAHAHAHA, YES MARRIAGE!"

He screamed with passion, hope returning to lift his spirit. That was a genius idea! Why didn't he think about it before? There were plenty of poems and myths were the hero lost his mind for a period of time and was cared about by his wife.

Yes, they were only literature, but stories had some truth on them.

"HAHAHA, Prometheus you are truly a genius!" he exclaimed loudly, slapping his tight.

"Mmm? A genius? Who's this Prometheus?"

A vibrant voice came out from the door. Looking at it, Prometheus saw a tall fit girl with flaming short red hair. Her dark eyes looked at him with curiosity as she entered the room.

'Who the fuck is she?'

Seeing that the maimed young man completely silent, the girl seemed to be offended. "Ehy, dummy! I asked you a question!" she said angrily, moving closer to the bed.

'System!'

An black interface appeared around the pretty face of the girl, enclosing it in a frame of some sort and displaying a multitude of information about her in black boxes around it.

[Name: Syndra]

[Surnames: Flower Picker, Firehead Syndy]

[Age: 16]

[...]

Lots of information remembered Prometheus about who she was and what relationship she had with the predecessor owner of his body: she was his best friend and hunt companion.

'Best friend?'

Prometheus looked at the girl more closely: she clearly was a beauty. The tomboy kind. A flash passed between his eyes, as he tried to think about the information that he read about her before.

'Fuck, I should have payed more attention!'

Maybe was the confusion caused by his recent inter-dimensional travel from Earth to Illusory Thunder, maybe it was the panic of having so little time before becoming a retard or maybe was his mind regression having an effect on his memory, but he couldn't remember much about the things that he read just not too long ago about her.

'What the hell?'

[Short term memory compromised by the decreasing of consciousness] informed him the system, with the weird english-french accent.

'Fuck! This is broken! I hate this system! I should be invincible and have free packs of super useful stuff, not getting a useless lizard tattoo and fucking Alzheimer!'

"Hey silly, I'm talking to you!" said the red haired girl, putting an arm on her side while stopping right in front of the bed.

"Oh sorry, I was distracted" nervously said Prometheus, trying to gain time. At the same time he ordered the system: ' System! Was Sif close with this girl? Not friendship close... I mean, very close...'

[Please provide examples of "very close"] asked the System.

'Damn you stupid thing! You are truly useless... you know... walking under the moon or some thing like that...' started the youth, thinking of some random things that could rapidly confirm to him that they really were childhood sweethearts. '...or doing thing naked together' he immediately added after thinking of it.

[Indeed, Sif and Sydra have talked many times under the moon and bathed naked together in numerous occasion] revealed the system.

Prometheus eyes lit up with surprise, but then he thought about it more and realized that it was probably things that happened when they were children. 'Yeah probably when they were younger... no, I'm talking about recent stuff!'

[The most recent time was 3 days and 13 hours before the bandit assault] responded the System.

'Oh? That's... amazing! I don't even need to work on it!' Prometheus almost couldn't hold back from exploding in laughter at the news.

'Fuck it, if the power of the mc is disgusting but at least I have the childhood love interest that can help me stay safe.' thought the Illuria prince. He just needed to ask her without rising any suspicion. Maybe he didn't even need to marry her in the end.

'No, I still need to make it sure!' he decided after a moment of thought. What would happen if someone else tried to take her hand or some other crazy thing like that? In this world she was already supposed to be married.

"Ahaha, of course... I was just in awe of you beauty Syndra, you look amazing today" confidently said Prometheus, after having received confirmation about their relationship from the system why would he feel nervous?

"Uh? Good, you clearly are feeling better today, at least your brain is surely working better" said the girl with a radiant smile. She seemed pretty happy about the compliment.

'I'm saved! The Heavens truly do have eyes!'