"Hm?" Claude feels around the darkness after gaining consciousness. "Is anyone there?" Claude tried to speak into the darkness, but there was no response. Claude tries to get a feel for his surroundings to no avail. Claude starts to panic as he comes to realize he actually can't get a hold of any of his senses. His earlier words were nothing but his consciousness trying to speak. He can't see, smell, or hear. He also doesn't have limbs or a body. 

'What is happening?' Claude tried to think back and remember his last moments before 'waking up' here. He was shot as he covered for his allies who were evacuating during their infiltration and raid on the Syndicate. His 40-year service to the Bureau of Intelligence culminated in that raid. He had been undercover for 25 years for that very mission. Orphaned due to the Syndicate's activities, he allowed himself to be brainwashed into becoming the tool for their demise. 

'Though I was only 10 when I decided to get revenge I think it was worth it. I was just having a dilemma of what to do after fulfilling my purpose, now I don't have to worry about that.' though Claude thought of that, it left a bad aftertaste. He had bonded with many people of the organization and come to know of their circumstances. He had even become the best friends with a mid-tier leader, Josef. Though he was undercover, even he can't deny how real their friendship was. It even came to a point where he was having second thoughts about going through with the operation. 

25 years can change a man. Claude has come to realize the different views and circumstances of the opposing side. He has also come to share the viewpoint of his newfound 'allies'. He realized how oppressive the government has come down on the lower-class citizens. This is how the syndicate's motto: "Better them, than ours" resonates well with their members.

When Claude tried to bring this up to his superiors from the Bureau, he was sanctioned and warned how volatile his viewpoint was. Claude hardened his resolve and pushed through with the upcoming final operation. Little did he expect his superiors to throw him out and expose him early as the cover for their operation.

'Even in the end, you were a true friend, Josef. I'll always remember what you did for me.' Claude sighed bitterly. When he was being apprehended by the Syndicate enforcers Josef sided with him. They were cornered and coincidentally saved from execution due to the commotion caused by the Government's operation. 

When things settled down, they were found by the Government's agents and disposed of by them. Claude gnashed his thoughts in anger as he was reminiscing. 'In the end, you can only be truly free when you're on top of the food chain! I swear, Josef! I won't let your sacrifice be in vain! If God is real, if Gods are real, I swear to live life to the fullest!' 

...

"Careful what you wish for! HAHAHA!" a deep booming voice rang out in the darkness as if answering Claude's prayers.

'Whaa-?' greatly shocked, Claude tried to feel around and locate the voice.

"You are in the void, human. I can see you but you can't see me. I am Tygias, God of Miracles. I happen to be looking for void dwellers with excess baggage. For you to meet me truly is miraculous! HAHAHA!" Tygias jollily explained. "When a soul is departed from its physical body, a part of it gets sent to the void. Strong souls, like yours, shine brighter than the rest. Sentient souls are rare to come by since your plane is relatively peaceful. Your regrets and emotions are the biggest factors to a soul's sentience. Us Gods gather divine energy from these. As you have lucked out, I can send you to other planes instead of waiting in the void for a few millennia. Good luck! HAHAHA!" 

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snap

Before Claude could comprehend what Tygias meant, he heard a snap and everything went dark.

...

"Ugh, I forgot to gather his memories too! Well, it's too late now. Not even Fate can undo a forced summon. Not my problem anymore! HAHAHA!" Tygias laughed aloud as he continued to harvest more divine energy from this part of the void.

...

mutter mutter

Claude suddenly felt sore all over his body as he heard random people talking around him. 'Wait! Wha-' before Claude could finish his thoughts everything went black again.

...

Claude felt himself being lifted and carried around. He has still yet to regain control of his eyesight and vocals, aside from grunts. He could hear but he couldn't understand what they were saying. He could feel but he couldn't control his arms and legs. 'Have I become a vegetable?' he grimaced at the thought. He was being fed some sort of sour soup. He couldn't control his bladder or bowel so he could only grunt to get the attention of his caretakers. 

Claude could only feel embarrassed as he inferred it was several women who were taking care of his every need. 'These women must be strong to just carry me around like paper.' Claude could feel his cheeks reddening from the embarrassment. 

...

Several days or Claude thought, go by before he is finally able to open his eyes. The first thing he sees leaves him flabbergasted! 

He was on a bed covered with white sheets. He saw light coming from the wooden window framed around a stone wall. The wooden ceiling had a hook where a flame lantern was hung on. 

'Where am I? -' Claude's thoughts were interrupted by movement from the bed. When he looked over he could see a young woman in her 20s together with a man in his 30s engaging in coitus. The man was on top of the woman who seemed like she was having the best orgasms she has ever had. 

Claude immediately pushed his hands toward the couple and was about to scream when he froze. He saw a pair of small baby hands. He felt like his world was twirling around and he fainted.

...

When Claude regained consciousness again he was being carried in the arms of the young woman. She was feeding him. 'So this is what the soup was.' Claude thought to himself. He felt slightly embarrassed as he recalled the scene he saw earlier. 

The young woman was talking to the man as they snuggled each other. For the first time since his parents died, he felt the warmth of family. He unknowingly shed tears as he gazed at the loving couple who started to try and cheer him up. Though he couldn't understand them, he could feel their sincerity. He fell into a deep serene slumber that night.

...

Claude woke up as he felt his mother call out names he presumed. Two middle-aged women entered the room. They helped his mother get dressed into a thick dress set. They were dressed as maids. She had a fine figure, 5'5 height. Blonde hair, blue eyes, probably Scandivanian decent. Based on how graceful she moves she seems to have some knowledge of self-defense, as seen from her slightly athletic body. 

'Maids, to help with dressing? Must be a rich family. Which makes me a Young Master! Now that I think about it this place is freezing. And I don't see a light bulb. There is only a brazier near the bed to help warm up the family. Based on the wooden floor and brick wall I can infer a bit of their wealth. But the language is a bit of a problem.' as Claude was analyzing his circumstance, he was carried by his mother and kissed before they walked out of the room. 

The corridor is lit by lamps, they came across a dining hall where some five bearded brawny guys in cloaks bowed respectfully before continuing their meal. They went to the back of the dining hall into what looked like a family dining hall where another man was eating alone. 

Blonde-brunette hair, well-kept beard, similar face to his father. 'A relative? Probably an uncle. But he seems rounder. Where father had a well-toned military body, uncle seems more like a businessman.'

The uncle bowed towards mother before they conversed. Claude couldn't understand them so he opted to try and observe his surroundings. Wooden shields, tapestries, and swords decorated the hall. 'Sent back in time? Or Isekai-ed? Now that I think about it, Tygias did say Transmigrated not Reborn. Then a medieval world?' Claude became excited and started to chuckle to himself which his mother thought was a good sign. Even his uncle couldn't help but smile at the sight. 

'Well played, Tygias! I'll make sure to protect what's mine! If this is a medieval world, I can bring in technologies, governmental changes, anything and everything I can think of! I'll reach the top and protect those I care for! Only by becoming strong enough will I be able to protect them!"