The child looked at him with a confused expression and asked,

"South and North?" He placed his hand on his chin and chuckled softly.

Nam didn't pay much attention to what the child said. Some of the other patients were coughing, while others were fine. Nam looked out the window at the city, only able to see the houses, and people walking around.

Some were dressed elegantly, and it was clear they were nobles. As Nam continued to look outside, he asked in a normal tone,

"What's your name?"

After coughing, the child responded,

"Luth Averin!" with a cheerful smile.

Curiously and anxiously, he asked,

"Why did you come to the hospital?"

Nam thought for a moment, actually pausing to avoid drawing suspicion.

"I don't really know, but the only thing I know is that I lost my memory."

A moment later, Nam asked,

"Is your mother a nun?" Luth nodded in affirmation. Nam, still curious, asked,

"Luth, what's your dream?"

Luth thought for a while, his eyes shining with excitement as he eagerly said,

"I want to be a doctor with superpowers!"

Nam was a bit surprised and tilted his head,

"Superpowers?"

Luth brought his forehead to his palm.

"Right... you lost your memory," he said, coughing a few times before continuing,

"If you're lucky, you can have superpowers, and these powers are determined by your personality. But if you're not lucky, you can still gain power from external spirits!"

Nam asked in a cold tone,

"How are you so sure you'll have powers?"

Luth stuck his tongue out,

"I'm not sure, but there's a possibility, right?"

The hospital attendants came into the room to serve food. They placed soup, porridge, and bread in wooden and clay dishes.

Nam looked at the simple meal placed in front of him, remembering the scent of his mother's warm meals. He felt a void in his chest, and a tear silently slid down his cheek.

Luth had been served broth. The patients started eating their meals. Some didn't eat at all, and others left half of their food. Nam finished everything on his plate and looked over at Luth.

He was still eating. He wasn't very hungry, slowly bringing the spoon to his mouth. The hospital attendants took Nam's plate and collected the uneaten food from others. That day, nothing else happened.

In the following days, Nam asked Luth many questions. Some of the things he asked were: "Which kingdom are we in? What city are we in? What year is it?"

Luth didn't know all of the answers but was able to respond to some.

"We're in the Asiria Kingdom," Luth said after thinking for a while, "If I remember correctly, it's one of the two largest kingdoms. We're also in Ansur City."

"And we're in the 18th century."

Nam stared at the ceiling for a moment and thought, "I've never heard of such a kingdom or city. So, I must have traveled to a different world, not just the past."

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The following days were the same. In the morning, the hospital attendants would bring breakfast, and they'd stay like that until the evening. Some of the patients were allowed to go outside to the garden.

When evening came, dinner would be served, and then a few attendants would extinguish the candles, signaling it was time to sleep. Today, Nam was leaving the hospital.

After saying goodbye to Luth, Nam opened the door to the hospital and stepped outside, his mind preoccupied with the fact that he had reincarnated and even had the same last name.

His father and sister were there. His only goal now was not to draw any suspicion. Nam thought to himself, "Whatever danger this body went through, they immediately believed that my memory was lost."

His father quickly hugged Nam, holding him tightly, followed by his sister hugging him as well. His father spoke emotionally,

"Finally, you're out!" His voice softened as he squeezed Nam's hand even tighter.

"Uh, maybe calm down first, dad?" Nam said. His father let go and took a few steps back.

"You're right," his father said. His sister was still clinging to Nam. Nam wasn't sure what to say, but he turned to his sister and asked,

"Could you let me go, please?"

His sister shook her head no. His father immediately pulled her away.

"Come on, Elara, let go of your brother." Elara puffed her cheeks and said,

"Fine."

Nam coughed lightly and glanced at his father, then asked,

"What exactly happened that got me brought to the hospital?"

His father lowered his head and knelt down. Nam was a bit surprised when he saw this. He stared blankly at his father, and then his father spoke with regret.

"I was training with you for sword fighting. I knew you didn't like the sword, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Then you took a hit to the head, and we brought you to the hospital… I'm really sorry. I won't ever do something like that again!"

Nam thought to himself, "What a simple reason for this!" It echoed in his mind. To calm his father down, Nam said,

"Well… at least I didn't die, right?"

His father nodded in affirmation. Then, standing up, he said,

"Let's go home then." Elara grabbed Nam's hand.

As they walked home, Nam looked around at the city. The sidewalks were made of stone, and some streets were wide while others were narrow. As they walked, he saw a market with many people shopping.

They reached the place they were supposed to go. The house was made of brick and stone. All three of them entered the house. The walls were made of stone, brick, and plastered wood.

The floor was a mix of wood and stone, and the ceiling had wooden beams with simple plaster. Elara and his father removed their shoes, and Nam did the same behind them.

Elara smiled and handed him a slipper,

"Here you go!" Nam smiled back and put the slipper on. His father went to the kitchen.

"Nam, go rest in your room, go straight and then turn right!" Nam nodded in agreement and went to his room.

The room was simple. There was a bed in the corner, and a desk right next to it. On the desk were a candle, a pen, books, and papers. Some of the papers had things written on them.

There was a wardrobe in the back. Nam approached the desk and looked at the papers. Although he didn't understand the language, he could still read some of it. The books were about philosophy, mathematics, history, and physics.

Except for philosophy, he didn't like any of them. Behind the books, he saw a necklace. It was the same necklace he had seen before he died. His eyes widened, and his body trembled.

He was afraid. It felt like his body was pinned to the ground with chains. The fear inside him increased, and the wolf that was coming to hunt him grew stronger.

He started sweating. He dropped to his knees, his breathing became uneven. He kept his eyes fixed on the necklace. He wasn't going to reach out like last time.

Elara smiled and opened the door with her hand.

"Bro, dinner's ready!" Seeing her brother on the floor, sweating, she quickly ran over.

"Bro! Bro! Are you okay?"

Hearing the sound, his father immediately came to the room.

He rushed to Nam, calling, "Nam! Nam!"

"Are you okay?"

Nam had fainted. Just like last time, it felt like he was trapped in a void, but this time it was slightly different. He could move his body and see.

He was hearing the same thing again, "S§al=*e," and he started hearing it more and more.

"S§al=*e," "S§al=*e," "S§al=*e," "S§al=*e," "S§al=*e," but after a while, he started to understand the word.

"Seal=*e" "Hello Nam." The voice sounded like his own but slightly different. The voice came from behind him, but he couldn't turn around. He was still feeling fear, but this fear was less than the one from the necklace.

He turned his head, and the thing there spoke mockingly,

"Long time, no see, Nam."