Once upon a time in the outskirts of the Concordian Empire, there existed a small village with a long-ago forgotten name. The small village was no different from any other village, they had poor and unhygienic living conditions, were a village of farmers and hunters, were constantly terrorized by monsters that they were not fit to confront, and the everyday wanderer and aristocrat would swindle them with protection racketeering. It was sufficed to say that life was not the best for these villagers. Everything changed when the Heizer dungeon spawned near the long-forgotten village. Everything changed because dungeons bring wanderers, wanderers bring merchants, and merchants create dungeon cities. The village experienced an economic boom, growth, and prosperity usually associated with dungeon cities. Now many would expect that the economic boom and prosperity would greatly benefit and improve the lives of the villagers, that was not always the case. These villagers were forcefully displaced by the merchants and relocated to other small villages in the outskirts of the empire.

Now the story that is being narrated is not about these villagers. It’s about a young teenage boy dying and getting reincarnated into a world of swords and magic because that’s the current (and only) craze trending in literature these days. The boy would have been thrilled if he had the mental capacity to understand his current predicament. New-borns truly were stupid, incapable of comprehending the most basic of thoughts besides hunger, joy, and discomfort. Place a fully-functioning being into this infantile state and they would be unconscious in a matter of seconds, truly a spectacular sight to behold.

Our protagonist, Kyle Kenworth (previously known as Jamal Brown), wakes up like he always does, confused and famished. He stares at his hands in bewilderment, the bewilderment turns into realization as he learns of his new pigmentation, the realization changes to depression as he remembers the life he had left behind, then he’ll fall into an unconscious state as his body is incapable of processing such a rapid change of emotions, where he'll fall back into the same never-ending cycle until he’s capable of forming proper long-term memories.

…

Strange, he remains fully awake. Something, no, someone was keeping him awake, but who? A twin? Wait, when did he have a twin? How could this piece of information escape one of my caliber?

Let’s see, Kevin Kenworth (previously known as… Uhm… previously known as…) That’s... that's very odd, he can’t be read. Oddity aside, he was not meant to be here.

The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

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Hello, this is Sharleen of the NHC customer service. How may I be of assistance?

Hello, I’d like to make a complaint about a faulty order.

Can you give me the necessary information?

Narrator Thirteen of Section A, World 246. A purchase was made for one teenage boy from another world.

And the problem is?

I currently have two beings from another world. That’s the problem, I have two when I only placed an order for one. There must have been a mistake when my purchase was getting transferred.

I’m sorry to inform you Mr. Thirteen, but no mistakes were made. The system shows that you placed an order for two teenage boys from another world, not one.

What? That's impossible! I only placed an order for one, not two! Check it again because I make no such mistakes.

Here you go Mr. Thirteen, you can see the purchase for yourself. An order had been placed for two teenage boys from another world, not one.

Can I at least return him? This was clearly an accident.

We have a 'no return' policy. It was a pleasure to assist you, Mr. Thirteen. I hope you have a wonderful time narrating!

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Ugh, a stupid corporation with their stupid rules. Profiting of the blood and sweat of hard-working narrators. Guess it’s time to start all over again.

Once upon a time in the outskirts of the Concordian Empire, there existed a small village with a long-ago forgotten name. The small village was no different from any other village, they had poor and unhygienic living conditions, were a village of farmers and hunters, they were constantly terrorized by monsters that they were not fit to confront, and the everyday wanderer and aristocrat would swindle them for protection against said monsters. It was sufficed to say that life was not the best for these villagers. Everything changed when the Heizer dungeon spawned near the long-forgotten village because dungeons… bring wanderers, wanderers bring merchants, and merchants create dungeon cities. The village experienced an economic boom, growth, and prosperity usually associated with dungeon cities. Now many would expect that the economic boom and prosperity would greatly benefit and improve the lives of the villagers, that was not the case. These villagers were forcefully evacuated and relocated to other small villages on the outskirts of the empire.

Now the story that is being narrated is not about these villagers. It’s about two young, teenage boys dying and getting reincarnated into a world of swords and magic because that’s the current (and only) craze trending in literature these days. One was too stupid to form clear and coherent thoughts while the other was a void of emptiness that could not be read. Absolutely wonderful.