I feel my head throbbing, but I strangely don't feel my head, nor my arms, or anything at all except for this splitting headache. Something even weirder is that I don't feel scared at all, it's as if I know that nothing bad will happen to me here.

But... where is "here"?

I try to look around, something I now know it's impossible without a body, but the darkness which seems to permeate the whole space is just too... dark? I'm confident that if I still had hands, I wouldn't be able to see them right in front of my face. My thoughts wander through lots of different possibilities although I never reach a conclusion thanks to the blinding lights that surged from the void and float about my body.

My mind froze for a second when I realized that the lights were creating my body from scratch, kind of terrifying to watch, yet incredibly satisfying at the same time. I just let my mind float until the process is over and I can finally look around to see the wonder that is this room.

Snow white walls, marble pillars so tall that's impossible to see their end, flamboyant red carpet with gold drawings of phoenixes and dragons fighting. Everything in this room is basically telling us to look to the most cospicuous place, the majestic throne and the boy sitting there. His aquiline nose, sharp jawline and amber eyes contrast with his youthful face, yet his aura is immense for someone so young. He sits there for a full minute before standing up, walking to me and calmly changing his stoic face into a weird smirk and placing his hands onto my shoulders and saying:

"You might not understand now, but you will soon. I leave my happiness and sadness, joys and sorrows, loves and hates for you, I know you won't cower from this burden that is my old regrets, or should I say, your new troubles" he pauses for a creepy laugh and continues, "Anyway, I trust you as your soul twin. Quick advice before I gotta leave, don't live in the past, I did that and it's not worth it. Althought your circunstances are more complicated than mine, you still gotta move forward, no matter what. Break rules as a way to live, make the sky as your heart wishes. Be the sword who paints your own Heaven and Earth"

'Be the sword who paints your own Heaven and Earth', I will nurture these words into reality, thats my determination.

Soul Fusion initiated, 0% completed

As the now already familiar blue screen appears, the inexplicably familiar boy slowly disappears into floating lights, like what happened to me, yet in reverse. I have never seen this boy before, but I still find myself melancholic when I see that reassuring smile that shouldn't have belonged to a young boy dissipate into the void.

In the past five minutes many unbelievable thing happened, and I choose to believe that all of this is reality, not a weird dream I'm having. I take in a deep breath and utter to my friend, "I might not know you, but I swear to carry your burdens and-" my heroic speech is interrupted by the annoying blue screen.

Soul Fusion finished

Memories from both souls shall be retained as conform the Laws of Kindred Spirits.

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Main Personality: Arthur Waters

Secondary Personality: Andrew Hawkins

Similarly to last time, I black out when I finish reading the text box.

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 Waking up in a luxurious place seems to have become a habit, although it was nowhere near as grand as the throne room, the unknown stones that constitutes the walls and the exquisite wooden furniture give the room a unique charm, the bed where I currently lie on is quite comfortable, albeit the matress is not on the soft side of the spectrum.

I make sure there's no one inside and call out to the System, as I now decided to call it, and it's as expected.

Name: Andrew Hawkins Energy Cultivation Method: Non existent Age: 13 years Energy Cultivation Realm: Non existent Occupation: Heir of Hawkins  Will Cultivation Realm: Strengthened Resilience Quests Store (locked) Traits Skills

This window had lots of information, some were explicit and other were implicit. First, I'm now Andrew Hawkins, that was already a lot of information. Not that I hadn't realized that when I woke up in a "unfamiliar" room with new memories. Second, there is cultivation in this world, pretty big news concerning my future as my kindred spirit hadn't come in contact with a lot of cultivation related knowledge.

These two things were already enough to break someone's mind, but I just feel mildly uncomfortable with the idea of my whole life changing. Probably the effect of my "Will Cultivation Realm", for me this is sufficient prove that cultivation is the way to go, not that I was not already going to do that.

The only strange thing is that although not having many knowledge of cultivation, the soul previously inhabiting this body still managed to cultivate his Will. From the scarce source of information that I have, Will is much more difficult to cultivate than Energy, that being the reason many dream to become a Will Wielder, someone who can control the phenomena of the Universe without even moving.

I delve deeper into my memories trying to remember of my current situation and background and my discoveries make me ecstatic. I'm the son of Robertson Hawkins, the most powerful cultivator in Rising Springs City, Chief of the House of Hawkins, prodigy of the Seven Elements Academy, Guardian of the-

My ramblings are interrupted by the middle-aged man who soundlessly opened the door and had been looking at me amusingly for the past minute.

"It seem the doctors lied when they said you were cured of your illness, it's more like you went insane."

"It's also good to see you, Dad."

"You did went insane, only reason you'd call this old man 'Dad'"

I embarrassedly apologize and he just walks to my bed side with a smile, not any less creepy than the boy's smirk, and puts his palm on my chest. The warmth it emanates is different than bodily heat, it's more like a hot spring.

"I don't know what happened, but I'm glad you're okay now" he says as he sighs and hugs me tight for a while before releasing me and walking out my room, not forgoting to remind me to rest as I'm not exactly healthy yet.

 "It's really good to see you, Dad..." I mumble as I think of how the soul of Andrew would have dissipated if it wasn't for the intervention of the System, really desappearing rather than fusing with mine. I finally understand what he meant with leaving everything to me, he really left everything. Even his soul.

'I swear to carry your burdens, regrets and all that comes with your life. I from now own shall live as you. You are I, I am You.'

I slowly fall asleep after my cringy vow, ready for my first day as a new old me.