*Thud*

Darrick was jolted awake after falling from his seat in an unknown place. His head was ringing, he couldn't make out anything about his current situation. His eyes were blurry, he couldn't focus on a single thing around him but he could barely make out the place he was in right now and it was a train.

It wasn't his first travel on a train but he never travelled in a train quite like this one, it was an old train model. The seats were arranged in the traditional layout, facing each other in a compartment style. The windows were framed with simple curtains. Overhead luggage rack was more compact than the one he was used to. Some other tiny details missed his eyes but nothing special.

He was glancing around frantically, but before he became even more panicked an old lady offered a helping hand. "Young man, are you okay? You suddenly fell from your seat." Darrick was startled, now that he gained a bit of his focus back he noticed many people were staring at him.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that. I had a severe headache, I don't what happened and somehow fell. I appreciate your help miss." Darrick blurted out whatever came to his mind. Now that he collected himself a bit more his headache was subsiding fast. Even though he was faced with an unexpected situation, he responded to it according to whatever he could discern from his surroundings.

Darrick sat on his seat slowly. After taking another deep breath he started scanning his surroundings with his eyes, then he remembered he was not on his bed and this wasn't a dream. He was in an odd-looking train with odd-looking fashion wearers. On top, he was confused a lot.

This place is too weird. Am I in a movie set? How did I get here then? Do I have to look for someone to go home? It should be a movie set, all these people must be acting. But there is a chance that was not the case, what if I was kidnapped? Who would kidnap me from my house and leave me in the middle of so many people? It's not like this is a different world.

The thoughts came one after another, leading to a certain conclusion and Darrick did not want it to be the truth but the more he observed his surroundings more he observed the difference between his normal day-to-day life and this current situation. People were wearing dresses that were too different and a bit uncomfortable from what he used to know. Darrick was sweating profusely and he was fiddling with his hand too much thinking about where he was.

His instincts were screaming, he knew subconsciously what was happening but he was not in a position to accept the fact so easily. Darrick knew he was panicking so he closed his eyes meditating for a bit. He opened his eyes with a lot clearer mind. Everything was too realistic for it to be a movie set, a lot like he visited one but that's what he thought and he was wearing the same kind of outfits as all others.

I randomly woke up in some unknown place which does not look like my world at all! Then the only guess I could muster up now is TRANSMIGRATION!

After all the observations the obvious guess was transmigration. Nothing more nothing less, if Darrick has to guess. He had concluded a while ago but the fact that he was not with his family anymore was the that was stopping him from accepting that, if he accepted it then it meant he had to accept the fact that he would never see his friends and family again. And that was terrifying.

It was inevitable to accept it and move forward but even that was difficult because his situation was too weird now, unlike the fiction he read before, this was a bit different because he did not get the memories of the host of this body and most importantly he did not die in his previous world!

What bullshit is this? I did not even die and they threw me to a different world and did not even give me the memories of the original owner. I fucking hate you whoever you are. If you needed me for something you didn't even ask me to help and if it's something I could help with then there were a lot more people better than me and you bastard ignored everyone useful and many more who wants come here and fucking called me here! If you can bring me here then fucking talk to me dammit.

In front of his face appeared a text or what should be texts. Whatever was written there was unreadable, the texts were in a rectangular frame and that frame mostly wasn't there, it flickered hard and the inside of the frame was no better. The texts were already breaking apart, not even a single word made sense. It was like someone was trying to message him but he couldn't read it because of slow internet.

Fuck! That scared me a bit. Did I just see a floating panel made of light in front of me or was I hallucinating? Is this the thing all those isekai MCs get? Am I set for life or stuck for life? Fuck!

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Darrick wanted to return home and in just a few minutes he was here everything felt hopeless and this thing, whatever it was gave him hope. It said there is hope for his return or that's what he hoped it would say at least. After the first unsuccessful appearance, it did not appear again but he knew it was present somewhere.

If he can't return immediately then until he can he must survive here. He did not know anything about the world. If he had gotten some memories from the host that would have been awesome but unfortunately he hadn't, and didn't think he would in the future either.

Like most men, he also had thought about adventuring in dangerous terrains and facing some hardships there. He also had thought about how he would survive if he was stranded in a jungle but he never thought about that for a whole different world! like nobody even bought that as a topic of discussion and he wasn't some chronically online media consumer. Whatever it was now he had to think up something.

I should check out the personal connections of this body like his friends and family, ugh it's really bothersome to act for this bodies families sake when I myself will be too busy with my goals but I should just act like the real guy. I should brush up on my acting skills, also gotta find out about the language of this world. I hope this guy writes diaries at least, I should look for it in the luggage. It's all mine now anyway.

Even though he wanted to find his luggage, he did not know which one was his. He couldn't just pick up someone else's luggage and expect them to politely show his luggage to him. But there was no other choice, There were only six or seven bags above and he was aiming for one right above him.

He stopped and pulled down the bag right beside the bag he was aiming for. Darrick did not know why but he knew which bag was his, his instincts told him to get that dark green bag and he did so, he was not 100% sure but it was the only clue he had, he couldn't ask anyone as he was not sure if he can talk their language.

Nobody asked why he took their bag nor anyone had any reaction to this simple work. He was relieved he did not accidentally try stealing someone's bag. Now that he was sure of his bag he started rummaging the bag for anything of use, then suddenly a thought struck.

Wait a minute! Just a few minutes ago I talked and the granny understood what I said. I didn't even notice I was talking in some unknown language, it felt so natural. It must've been muscle memory or something and that solved the most basic problem. Phew. Darrick was happy about it, at least something was going his way.

With all of that thinking and some crazy reveals, his facial expression was bound to be quite unique but Darrick was only feeling them in his mind and did not show outside or that's what he hoped it would be.

There were many things in the bags but only the three diaries he found were useful. The diaries were absolutely needed to get familiarized with this body because of the lack of memories. He opened the first diary, and what he noticed was he could also read the language of this world. The feeling was instinctual, when he looked at it he could understand it. And that was good.

What trashy handwriting, looks like some child writing. He then continued reading whatever was written and it became clear that it was indeed written by a child, to be precise the owner of this body when he was a child who coincidently also happened to have the same name as Darrick.

The first diary did not contain a lot of information as the capabilities of a child limited it, he did not know about the world or himself enough to write something concretely but he was good enough to write his feelings of longings and abandonment, there was enough key information present those lines itself.

So Darrick doesn't know who his parents are or if they are even alive at this point but still wishes they come back for him and is afraid to find out why they abandoned him. Yeah, of course, this is what this boy worries about. Hah, the guy who never felt the love family wants to be with his family and now how should I feel about it with my circumstances? But still, that's just another problem out of the table for me, can't complain too much.

Darrick turned more pages and got more and more information about 'Darrick's early childhood and personal info like his stay and name.

He lived in an orphanage, obviously like most other orphans do. Was given the surname of the orphanage's director- Altaam Vental. Hmm... looks pretty normal I guess, can't complain about it now. So my name is Darrick Vental. Good enough.

Darrick closed diary no.1 as most of his questions about his current self were answered, at least the basic ones and that was more than enough in his current situation where he didn't know what's even happening around him. He did not want to read a whole diary for the sake of it, most of it was probably about some orphanage kid who was jealous of his friends who got adopted.

I mean, I feel sorry and all about the guy's situation but I can neither feel it nor sympathize with it because I never felt something like this in my childhood. I never lacked any kind of familial love then I would never be able to put myself in his shoes.

He opened diary no.1's last page to get an idea of where it stopped. The thought of getting some education at the Caladric academy was written at the end, it was the goal he wanted to pursue so Darrick would try his best to support the dream.

Darrick thought of the message that appeared in front of him a few minutes ago and a possibility stuck out. He had to try it to be sure.

If I'm a transmigrated guy then like all other transmigraters I may also have it so must test it out.

Darrick took a deep breath and blurted out,

"SYSTEM"