I look at the screen, myriad questions swirling in my mind.
Dominic Eñeforte? A name unfamiliar, foreign to my ears.
Curiously, I notice a long mirror positioned beside a drawer.
The reflection staring back is a stranger—a face with black hair, sky-blue eyes, and fair skin that no longer reflects the person I once knew.
But I look…good?
The thought emerges unbidden as I analyze the youthful features mirrored before me.
Despite the allure of the reflection, the body lacks strength, and its skinny frame suggests a need for physical development.
"This isn't my body."
Yet the reflection mimics every touch, confirming the surreal truth that I now inhabit this foreign form.
Settling on the edge of the bed, I glance down at my slender legs.
Welp, it seems Dominic skipped leg day.
As I stand, an unexpected wave of pain and dizziness overwhelms me, causing me to stumble and fall.
The room spins wildly, a fierce migraine gripping me as I collapse to the floor, enveloped in agony.
“Haa… haa…”
Time seems to distort; what feels like hours pass in mere seconds before the pain gradually recedes, leaving me gasping for air on the cold floor.
After what feels like an eternity but only five minutes, I muster the strength to stand again.
-Creak!
The door of my bedroom swings open gently, revealing a beautiful woman adorned with long black hair that cascades like a silken waterfall. Her sky-blue eyes mirror the ones I have just discovered in my reflection, and her skin is as fair as the morning light.
The striking resemblance between us leaves little room for doubt—this woman must be my mother in this new reality.
Observing her features, a sense of familiarity washes over me despite the surreal circumstances.
Her expression, etched with concern, only deepens my assumption.
"Dominic, are you okay? I heard a loud thud from downstairs."
She approaches me, her presence like a beacon of safety in the confusion that engulfs me.
She reaches out gently, her hand resting on my forehead, checking for signs of fever or injury—a universal gesture of maternal care.
At that moment, a myriad of emotions tumbles within me-confusion, fear, and a growing sense of curiosity about this world and the identity of Dominic Eñeforte.
Yet, the touch of this woman, whom my new identity recognizes as 'mother,' grounds me.
It offers a semblance of normalcy amidst the confusion, a reminder of the human connection that transcends even the most bewildering circumstances.
Faced with how to respond, I know I have to tread carefully.
Revealing my true consciousness might provoke disbelief or concern, yet playing along as Dominic requires insights I do not possess.
"…Yes, Mum, I'm okay."
Her eyes scan mine, searching for sincerity or signs of lingering pain.
The moment hangs between us, filled with unspoken questions and the weight of my deception.
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Yet, her gaze softens, accepting my reassurance at face value.
"Be careful, dear. If you're feeling unwell, please tell me. You can talk to me about anything, right?
Nodding, I manage a small smile, "I will, Mum. It was just a bit of dizziness, nothing serious."
The words feel foreign on my tongue, yet it is necessary to maintain this delicate facade.
She smiles back, a reflection of relief crossing her features.
"All right, then. Breakfast will be ready soon. Don't take too long, or you'll be late for school."
With a final, affectionate glance, she leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Left alone once more, I take a deep breath, trying to assimilate the flood of information and emotions.
The mention of school sparks a new wave of curiosity and apprehension.
What kind of world have I awoken in, and what challenges await Dominic Eñeforte at this school?
The encounter with my supposed mother provides a temporary anchor in this tumultuous sea of unknowns.
This emphasizes the reality of my situation: I am not just a visitor in Dominic's body; for now, I am expected to live his life.
With resolve, it was time to explore further.
First, I need to understand more about Dominic's life in this room, his relationships, and any clues that could help me navigate the day ahead.
Then, I will face the school, a crucible of social dynamics and the key to understanding why I am here, in Dominic's place.
Stepping towards the mirror once again, I study Dominic's reflection.
"All right, Dominic Eñeforte," I murmur, "let's find out who you are."
I begin to explore my bedroom, curiosity guiding my every step.
A photo on the desk catches my eye, right next to three gold medals.
I walk over and pick it up, examining it closely.
The photo features my mother alongside a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes and a noticeably muscular build. The man is strikingly handsome.
"That's some good-looking specimen."
If this man is Dominic's father, I hope I will look like him when I grow up.
Continuing my investigation, I noticed more items scattered across the desk: a school timetable and several textbooks on subjects like "Advance Mana Theory" and "Elemental Magic."
"Am I perhaps in a world filled with magic?"
The thought of being transmigrated into a new world is exciting and scary.
As I keep investigating, I then go to the bookshelf that is right next to the desk.
I pulled one of the books and looked at the cover page titled "History of Sylvestria."
"Oh. My. God."
My heart races as the realization hits me with a thunderclap.
The world I have awoken in isn't just any; it is Sylvestria, the very setting of "A Magician's Path," the web novel that has been my escape in my previous life.
The coincidence is too stark, the connection too immediate for it to be mere chance.
The implications of this discovery are staggering.
Is my presence here in this world, in Dominic's body, somehow tied to my affinity for that story? Or is this an elaborate illusion, a dream from which I'll eventually wake?
Shaking off the shock, I delve deeper into the book, flipping through pages filled with tales of magic, heroes, and the revolution Camille Rousseau led against the demonic forces.
The history of Sylvestria is laid out in vivid detail, mirroring the narrative I know so well. Yet, seeing it documented as history rather than fiction feels surreal.
My gaze then drifts back to the textbooks on my desk. "Advanced Mana Theory" and "Elemental Magic" are subjects that, in my previous life, would have been the stuff of fantasy but now seemingly form the core of my academic curriculum.
"Wait, since I'm now in Sylvestria..."
My voice fades into silence as the realization hits me. This situation is far from ideal.
In the future, "Umbrascourge" plans to unleash chaos across Sylvestria.
Reexamining my stats, my concern deepens:
INFO Name: Dominic Eñerforte
Age: 15
Title: None STATS Strength: 20 (E-)
Endurance: 19 (E-)
Agility: 51 (E)
Speed: 49 (E-)
Mana: 0 (F)
Luck: 402 (C+)
Instinct: 747 (A+)
Charisma: 362 (C)
I'm among the Manaless in Sylvestria, a world where magical ability defines your standing.
There are three main groups here: Magicians, with innate magic; Manaficials, who gain magic through technology; and the Manaless, like me, who have none.
Camille's efforts to spread magic didn't reach everyone.
While technological breakthroughs offer a path for Manaless individuals to become Manaficials, the cost is steep, measured in Camilliums, the currency named in honor of Camille.
However, knowing the ins and outs of the Webnovel gives me an edge. There are other ways to become a Manaficial, which are not widely known but possible.
Seeing that I'm only 15 and the date today is March 09, 2120, from the calendar on my wall, a plan begins forming in my mind.
"So, there's still a year before the main storyline starts."
This realization sparks a determination within me. I can prepare and train, leveraging my knowledge of the story's future events.
"Dominic, breakfast is ready!"
My mother's voice breaks through my whirlwind of thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
"Coming, Mum!"
Though my mind buzzes with plans and strategies for the future, I know they have to wait.
Being 15 years old in this new world makes me curious about the everyday aspects of life here, especially middle school.