Memories flashed through Matheus’ eyes when he awoke, ones that didn’t fit with the life he had up till his supposed death. As he processed what he just saw, he understood where the pain he felt came from. Whether he liked the revelation however, was an entirely different story.

The memories came from a young lady named Sylvia Maxwell, daughter to an influential noble house of Roan Kingdom. Her mother was sickly and died upon giving birth to her, making Duke Maxwell treat her like his most precious treasure. In simple words, she was heavily doted upon since she came to life. Even when she grew arrogant because of the treatment, the man didn’t stop spoiling her like a princess.

It didn’t help that she was born under the [Grand Wizard] job-class, ensuring her future as an important individual wherever she went. With her potential, the rest as well joined in singing praise which further inflated her ego. That led to a heated confrontation with her fiancé, the second prince. Enraged, the boy ordered for her to be assassinated during one of her outdoor excursions. There was no proof but that’s what she believed when her petite body was thrown over a cliff.

The fourteen year old girl lost consciousness afterward and she was no longer the same when she woke up, or rather, the Elemental Lord was in her body. How it happened, Matheus wasn’t certain. His specialty lies in elemental magic, not soul magic. There was also space magic involved, one at a level where world crossing was possible. Yes, based on the girl’s memories, Matheus was most likely in a different world.

“Haaa,” he sighed at the absurdity of the situation. He has seen many things as he aimed to be the best magician of all time but nothing comes close to what he currently faces.

The seemingly insignificant action quickly caused him greater pain. The girl drifted in the ocean for god knows how long until she ended up in the shore, of course she would be in a severe condition.

Matheus tried to move around, observing the place while he was at it. The result – he could barely move his body. He could probably reach the forest within his sight if he pushed it but that would eat away what he had left. Drained of all energy, he would surely meet his demise.

Drinking water from the sea didn’t enter his mind. He was already bloated from consuming too much, why would he want more? He didn’t even want to eat. He just wanted to hide from the searing heat of the sun. What was the point of entering someone’s body if he would die minutes after waking up?

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Cursing his luck, he closed his eyes. If death was inevitable, might as well welcome it with open arms. It would be great if his death was more impressive though. He should’ve met his end when the fools from the Arcane Tower ganged up on him, at least that he could be proud of.

He fell short from his original goal but people would remember him as one of the greatest. He, a so-called filthy commoner, surpassed the unsurpassable nobles. Without anyone’s help, he proved that the praises from his loved ones weren’t unfounded – he was a genius.

Imagining the proud looks his parents and friends would give him, he smiled. His efforts definitely bore fruit. Now it was time to reunite with them in the afterlife.

He slowly became one with the world, only to be hindered at the final step. Something kept hitting his chest, the force getting stronger with each contact. Soon, pain spread throughout his body and his eyes shot open to see the culprit – it was a young man with tanned skin, and the guy’s lips were connected to his.

Before he could feel shame, a chunk off water rushed out of his throat. He turned to the side and let the water flow out while the young man helped him position himself to ease the pain.

While it was a nasty experience, he felt a bit better once it was over. It alleviated the rage of losing one’s first kiss to someone from the same gender. Matheus even felt grateful. That however, was short-lived as his savior shoved an unknown pill into his throat. Having been on the verge of death, he immediately lost his reason and only saw the negatives of the event. The young man must die by his hands!

Unfortunately he was too tired to exact his revenge. He could only stare daggers at the person returning his anger with a relieved smile. You’ll pay for this, I swear!

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Race: Human | Gender: Male | Age: 16

Occupation: Tribal Chief’s Son

Level: 26 | Job-Class: Berserker

Power: 823

Speed: 790

Vitality: 975

Magic: 261

Control: 206

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War Trance (P), Sword Proficiency, Hunting

Shifting from fury to surprise used the last of Matheus’ strength so he finally collapsed. What is… that…?