Upon awakening, I found myself in another world, inhabiting the body of a ten-year-old boy named Lars, a village child in the barony of Riverfield. Lars' father, a burly man with a thick beard, rugged brown hair, and warm brown eyes, worked tirelessly as a farmer. His skin was tanned from years under the sun, and he stood a solid 176 cm tall. Lars' mother, a gentle woman with flowing brown hair and striking blue eyes, was a talented tailor. She stood at 165 cm and had a soothing presence that filled their modest but cozy home. Though they were peasants, they owned a good piece of land, placing them in a comfortable position—neither poor nor rich. Lars was their only child, the apple of their eye.
When they spoke to me, I understood them perfectly, thanks to Lars' inherited memories. I possessed all the knowledge from my previous life and this new one, though I had no idea how I ended up here or if I had died. It was an inexplicable twist of fate that landed me in this world. However, if my long hours of devouring fantasy novels were any indication, I should have access to some form of magic or a system, right?
Days turned into a week, and I still sensed no supernatural energy—no mana, no magical effects. And the system? Nowhere to be found. My parents didn't exhibit any supernatural abilities either. I refrained from asking them about it, fearing their suspicion. From the memories embedded in Lars' mind, it was clear that magic existed only in those who were Magus, and even then, only a few members of the nobility. But this did not dishearten me. My extensive knowledge of science could enable me to create wonders beyond the reach of any alchemist in my previous life.
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Despite the lack of magic, I was determined. The world may not have handed me the powers I expected, but with my intellect and the resources around me, I was ready to carve out a path of my own.
Taking care of my new body through regular exercise and staying active, while subtly extracting information from my parents, allowed me to piece together a picture of the world I now inhabited within a month. This world had familiar species, much like those on Earth. However, unlike Earth, magic existed even if only by the past hundred years. It all started when massive structures known as Dungeons appeared across the land, brimming with magical effects and teeming with monsters.
Those few brave souls who managed to survive the trials within these Dungeons could obtain Artifacts—items imbued with various extraordinary powers. Possessing an Artifact instantly elevated a person to the status of nobility within the kingdom of Portreis. This peninsula-based kingdom was known for its impressive nautical warships and bustling merchant vessels. It had a powerful ruling body composed of Artifact-wielding nobility.
Through diligent effort and keen observation, I began to understand the dynamics of this magical world, setting the stage for my primary objective, get an Artifact, for this i need every advantage in my arsenal, by selling the idea of being a intelligent boy and an alchemist i may be able to escape this village and go in a expedition to a non conquered Dungeon.
This is the start of my new life.