Chapter 1

Somewhere in an orphanage in the slums of the Asteral, the capital of Grwyn Kingdom, a boy woke up with a start.

He first looked around wildly and then tried to stand, only to stumble back onto the ground from his cot. On the ground now then continued to look incredulously at his arms.

'What the hell happened?'

He questioned himself as continued to look at his body

'I was going to the game store, the road was absolutely void of any activity so I proceeded to watch anime while crossing then.. '

He mused,

'Yeah, right then the infamous Truck-kun appeared and ran me over. F*ck my life, if this is what I think this is then any moment a large amount of memories will make way their into my head.'

He was continuing the line of thought when a piercing headache made itself known along with a fresh wave of memories(LOL! and behold) that he swore he never experienced in his entire life.

"Grrrn!"

He grunted in pain from the headache which caused someone in the place where he was in (and by where I mean only god knows where) to shift in position

"Good Morning Nic! You are up earl- What are doing on the d

ground!? Did something happened? "

A girl's confused voice made it's way into his ears and his mouth automatically opened answer in reply.

"Good Morning Serina! Nothing is wrong, I just woke up early from a bad dream today".

'Wait! Who is that? I don't know any Serina'

But the word flowed from his tounge so naturally as if he had spoken it his entire life and even the language he had spoken sounded strange, he spoke only English and this was something else entirely.

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Then there was only one explanation for this

'I possessed someone else and if possibly-'.

He paused and hurriedly combed through these new memories that he never had before. And yes, what he found there was able to prove his hypothesis correct.

' This is an isekai(Another World)'.

" Nic, If you have woken up early anyway how about you help Bronson and me prepare breakfast for everyone".

Serina said as she stood up and as she did that he noticed 3 things

1. Serina looked about 12-13 year with black hair cut shoulder length and green eyes and was kind of cute if a bit malnutritied

2. As implied from her speech, it was about dawn to early morning from the sunlight trickling through the wooden windows.

3. He was in a room with large number of minimalistic looking cots in which children slept in groups of two's and three's.

"Yes, Just wait a minute."

He said to her as he followed her and combed through the memories, it seems like he was in an orphanage abandoned by the church because the areas around here became too unsafe to live in.

The only remaining priest, Bronson, remained out of pity and fear of what would happen to the children if they were gone. He knew how to read and write and do simple arithmetic which were considered very valuable skill among commoners in this world(and yes, This is another world, nothing in my new 'memories' suggests that I am back on medieval Earth or something)

Using those, he worked multiple jobs every day to make enough money, with the addition of some donations of people who understood his plight and pitied the children, to take care of the children.

It seems his prolonged silence while sorting through the memories of this Nicolus, Nic for short , had unnerved Serina as she was visibily showing signs of distress.

"Is something bothering you?"

He asked out of politeness, even though he knew he was the cause of her distress.

"It's nothing, just not used to you being so silent".

She said as she shook her head. It seemed like this Nicolus boy was energetic enough to warrant this distress.

'Truly the opposite of me'.

"A bad dream can do a lot to a person".

He gave a rueful smile as he thought that which, along with his answer, conveyed a different meaning to her. She paused in hesitation as if wanting to ask something but thought better.

Every person who was in the slums had their own share of misery

and it was considered polite to ask nothing of it.

After that the conversation ended, Serina seemed to get the idea that he didn't want to talk and he was also wanted to go through his new memories rather than talk to a person who felt strangely close yet still a stranger.

They continued to make their way to this Bronson person.