I was currently sitting on my wooden chair, my elbows resting upon my wooden desk with my hands cupping each other as if I was an evil villain who was about to commit a great crime.

I was no evil villain though, and I am glad that I have nothing to do with any form of villainy at all.

My thoughts getting distracted I once again began to focus on what was really important at the moment and that was the fact that I had finally ‘awoken’ in a sense.

I was no longer just ‘Levi’, the son of a simple farmer who lived in a large farm, with eleven brothers and sisters. I was now ‘Levi’ the son of a simple farmer, who was the reincarnation of the man ‘Dymitri Khan’ whose goal was to gather karma points and not be erased from existence once he died in this world as well.

I had no surname because farmers didn’t have surnames, nor did they need them.

I sighed as I let my hands massage my forehead.

This was a really depressing situation now that I think about it.

I, who was a child, had suddenly gained knowledge, immense knowledge to be precise. The name ‘Dymitri Khan’ resounded within me, the memories of this person, who I was certain is me, or was me. It’s as if I suddenly fused with this person, but no matter what happened between I, and I, that wasn’t the matter. The matter was that if I died once more with no Karma, I would be wiped from existence.

All of my memories were mine; except the childhood of Dymitri, my past life. His childhood was gone and I knew nothing about it. I knew miscellaneous knowledge about events and the things that happened in that time frame, but I knew nothing about his family, friends or anything else important from that time. I only have memories from his 18th to 21st birthdays and they were not much at all.

My own memories though, all stayed in intact, including the fact that I was the youngest child of our house and that upon my 13th birthday I was to be kicked out because there was no need to have more than one of my brothers and one of my uncles sons take over the farm.

All of the others, the so called ‘extras’ were to be kicked out and if we were lucky, we would be able to get an apprenticeship with a blacksmith, carpenter or some other profession.

But sadly, I had 6 older brothers aside from the one who would take over the farm as well as 4 older male cousins, again aside from the one who would take over the farm, who had taken every single profession available within the vicinity of the farm.

The sad part was that even though my brothers and cousins had taken every job available, even two of my sisters had found jobs, one as a seamstress and the other as a milk maid, to allow them to take care of themselves without getting married.

My remaining two sisters had been married into different farms as the main wives and now no longer had to worry about their own livelihood.

But me, poor little me, was about to be homeless in less than 13 months.

There was another thing about the old me, Dymitri Khans memories that had bothered me immensely.

That his old world called Earth had 12 months compared to my world, whose name I did not know, had 13, but at least they both had only four seasons and each month still had four weeks.

The seven days of my old world were quite bothering, as I now had to discard Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday from my memory and stop confusing them with Morndas, Middas, Laddes, Nighdas, Freindas, Nendas, and Resdas, the days of this world.

The sadder part about knowing all of this new information from my past was that our family was far, far behind in education.

I mean that I, the youngest son had never learnt the name of the 13 months of this world seeing as how I’d just settle in the village or a village close to the farm, there was never a need for me to get much education.

I only know I’m 12 years old because ‘Bob’ the bastard whom I held anger towards had told me, Dymitri, that before I reincarnated.

The current day was Freindas, because yesterday was Nighdas, meaning that, I, Levi, was born on this day, Freindas, 12 years ago.

All the knowledge that I, had accumulated equated to farm work, survival skills which I thank myself for learning as I’d need it once I was kicked out, sub-par information about time and dates, basic information about this worlds currency, sub-par writing and reading skills as I was self-taught and mediocre stalking skills as I, had a crush on the mayors daughter, Jasmie Helmton, whose status was far above that of mine, a simple farmers.

All in all, I knew enough to survive, but not enough to satisfy my new thought cycle’s first world needs.

First things first, was I would have to wait till the sun rose in three more hours and ask Father or Elder brother, whose names I did not know, because that was how everyone in the house called them, for permission to enter the attic to read the few books our household had accumulated over the two centuries we had been farmers.

Hopefully before my year was up, I could learn more information.

I massaged my forehead lightly as I silently pulled out my knife, the few pieces of paper I, had used to practice writing as well as my savings which had been hidden in a very crude place. That very crude place was right under my bed.

I emptied the contents of my tiny purse onto my wooden desk slowly, one piece at a time.

In total, I had 23 copper coins and one silver coin.

Which I, had picked up after some young arrogant noble who owned these lands came to pick up concubines from the village very close to us, barely a 15 minute walk away.

He had dropped his purse after picking out the two most beautiful un-married girls in town, who happily flew into his arms at the chance to become a noble’s concubine.

Anyways, after the young noble whose name was ‘Young Master Henry’ left, a brawl happened over his purse causing dozens of silver and gold coins, mainly silver coins, to go flying everywhere.

Luckily I, had not been too greedy and had fled after picking up two silver coins.

I lost the other silver because some of the larger kids from the village had demanded I give what I picked up to them, and I faked having only picked up one coin, even going as far as fake crying over losing the one coin.

They lost interest in me after believing my act and left.

I, Levi….. I, Dymitri…..

Who was I exactly?

Sighing I scratched my head in annoyance.

I kept fluctuating internally between whether I was Dymitri and whether I was Levi.

Everything Levi did, I did, so I could no longer think in third person like that.

I am Levi. I am Levi. I am Levi. I am Levi.

I called myself Levi for a thousand times to make sure I ingrained the fact that I was Levi into myself and I think it was effective.

I was Levi Dymitri Khan.

This is what I decided to call myself. Since I knew I was Levi in this life time, that would be my first name, and since I possessed no surname, I would use the name of past to fill in that gap.

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I was physically 12 and mentally I was still... I don’t know how old I am mentally. All of my memories of Dymitri are memories and thoughts. I’ve fused with Dymitri, so even if I’m 12, I guess I’m 21 at the same time. This is confusing.

Why couldn’t I just be fully Levi or fully Dymitri? What is with this half assed bullshit? All of this soul stuff is far too confusing, so it’s no wonder that mortal races couldn’t really comprehend it.

If I had to refer to my actions before I woke up in this world I would call it before I had ‘awoken’.

Now that I had figured who I was I returned towards the money and the few sheets of paper.

I had a total of 123 coppers which would last an average household of three people a year if used effectively.

For my current household it would last maybe 2 months if we were lucky.

There were far too many people here and none of us were close or willing enough to give up our savings for the good of the household.

Aside from my Elder Brother and Elder Cousin, who used everything they had to further the household.

Them aside, all of us that had to leave or had already left had never given a single copper to the house but in return we were worked to the bone till we left at the age of 13.

Scratching my head, I put my money back into my purse and got up, moving towards my bed so that this time I hid it more effectively by using my knife to slice my mattresses corner slightly and hid my purse inside of it. Making sure that it was unnoticeable; I nodded self contently and sat back down at my desk.

Turning toward the few sheets of paper, I felt pain in my heart.

This writing was worse than that of kindergartners. It was plain horrible.

How could I have such terrible hand writing? Nonetheless, I suppressed my anger at myself and began to practice the alphabet of this world, which was quite simple.

It resembled that of the English Alphabet from my old world, but from what I had learned from dad was that it was a language called ‘common’ and was used in every country in the known world.

That aside, every country also had their own unique language which was much, much harder to learn, so I could forget about trying to learn the language of my current homeland, the Avalon Empires tongue.

But I was satisfied once I had practised common enough until I was proficient at it, which took me several hours as I could now see the sun slowly begin rising.

I’m so glad the most common tongue in this world was called ‘common’, incredibly simple and resembled the English of my old world quite a lot.

I’m ashamed I struggled so badly before I had ‘awoken’.

Putting aside the sheets of paper which I had stolen from the attic the last time I had headed up there, I slowly got up from my seat and stretched my body, getting used to feel of moving around now that I had mentally sorted myself out.

I picked up the sheets of paper and hid them in the same place as my purse and once I was certain it was not visible I relaxed and decided to head outside.

Since today was my birthday I was exempt from working, which was a good thing for me since I wanted to go for a walk and get a feel for the world outside as my foggy little window did very little justice for what the world looked like outside and my memories were just that, memories.

Slowly tip toing outside of my room; I walked down the corridors of our large farm house till I reached the back door.

Looking around carefully, I made sure no one was around before I nodded to myself, satisfied and opened the door; once again I began to peek but this time I peeked outside to see if anyone had woken up and left the house before me.

Once I confirmed that no one was outside, I quickly went out and closed the door.

I breathed in a whiff of fresh air and began to walk in the fields in a relaxed manner.

I wasn’t really scared of running into someone, I was more scared of waking someone up since if I had to convert what time it was to Earth standards, it would be 5am and no one wanted to get up before 6am.

That aside, I began to run through the fields, did a couple of rolls and attempted to do a few back flips before I came to the conclusion that I was…. Not special in any means whatsoever.

My physical ability was above that of the people in my old world, Earth by about 10-15% simply because of the hard upbringing I had, requiring heavy labour, which would of course make my body stronger than average.

But compared to someone who studied martial arts from their childhood, I was nothing special.

I had no extra powers, or any forms of enhanced ability.

I was normal.

But this time, I would not die of being normal.

I would live and earn karma points so that I could enjoy existence itself.

Nonetheless, running around for 10 or so minutes sure does drain your stamina.

Lying on the ground panting in exhaustion, I slowly waited for my stamina to get back up so that I could return home and rest before I gained permission to head up into the attic.

Lying down for a few minutes, I heard a sound and turned around to see my brother, Matt, the only other brother whom aside from Eldest Brother still lived in the house.

But he would leave in 2 months, as he was only 10 months older than me.

His slightly long blonde hair swayed as the wind slowly hit us in a gentle manner. He had no shirt on and his body which was not exactly chiselled, but still something that a lot of people would be jealous of.

His face itself was not immensely beautiful, nor ridiculously manly, but it had just the perfect balance. He would be able to woo any of the village girls he wanted.

He was something like the village prince, if there was ever such a thing.

When I compared myself to him, whom I did subconsciously, I had a body similar to his, but maybe a bit less toned, I was only a tiny bit shorter than him, and compared with his looks, I was far more average.

Looking at him I could see he was walking towards me at a leisurely pace, a smile on his face.

Matt: “Happeh 12th nameday Levi” he said so as he extended his hand towards me “Enjoyin’ bein’ a man are we?” he chuckled as I grabbed his hand and he lifted me up.

Levi: “I guess” I answered him as I thought about the fact that in this world, before 6 you were a baby, after 6 a child, after 12 a man and after 18 an adult. The difference between man and adult was that adult was just a more respected version of man. Aside from that, nothing “What are you doing up so early anyways?” I asked him as I glanced towards the house, but I could see activity in the house meaning he was not the only one up.

Matt: “Earleh? It’s already a bit past sun-up Levi, if anythin’, we woke up late” he said so as he glanced up at the sun “Anyways, come on back inside wit’ me, ma already woke up an’ we gonna have a hearteh brekky” and with that he took my hand in his and led me towards the house.