Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After sitting up from what was probably a black metal box, Gawain was in a serious state of confusion. Even the act of “sitting up” was done subconsciously.

His brain was being assaulted by a sense of disorientation and vertigo he had never experienced before. His ears were ringing loudly, his entire body was feeling all sorts of crazy sensations, and his eyes were not only seeing quadruple, but two of the images he was seeing were even in black and white. However, amidst this chaos, his ability to think was not quite annihilated.

Perhaps he should thank whoever had hit him with a stick earlier, for it smacked a precious moment of clarity into him just as he was almost swallowed by the insanity.

But that strike had been really painful…

In the process of getting his thoughts back in order, Gawain finally remembered what had happened earlier—the sudden blanking out of his vision, the start of some escape program, the illusion of falling, and now… this solid, feeling, mobile body.

A body!!

He had a body now!

After having transmigrated for Heavens knew how long, and almost believing that he was actually naturally born as a third-person perspective in the sky, Gawain had received a body!

It was understandable that his mind was confused and that he was disoriented by the sensations he felt from all over his body, for it had been too many years since he had any sense other than his vision. Even if his sanity had been preserved for some unknown reason, it was still difficult for him to get used to being able to feel temperature and pain.

However, Gawain could sense that he was acclimatizing to this body and the feeling of returning to a material state. After the vertigo in his brain had subsided a little, the disturbing quadruple images that his eyes had been seeing returned to normal, and his surroundings now came into view.

The first thing he saw were four burly men in combat dress nearby. One of them was a middle-aged man whose hair was streaked with white. He was outfitted in a sturdy steel armor, he held a long silver sword, and looked so muscular that even his face looked like it was ripped. On the other hand, the other three men’s armor and weapons were obviously much simpler, and showed signs of being mass-manufactured.

A petite girl was kneeling on the floor, subdued by these large men. Because of the way her hair was falling across her face, he could not see what she looked like, but he noticed the sharp ears sticking out of it.

Farther away stood a woman in a long red dress. Gawain could not help but do a double take at her, for she had an hourglass figure that was complemented by elegance and maturity. This also made him quickly aware of the plain anxiety and fear reflected in this aristocratic and mature lady’s eyes.

However, a noise nearby instantly absorbed Gawain’s attention. He turned his head and saw a young girl who looked at most sixteen or seventeen jumping down from the stone platform he was on in a panic. In the girl’s hand was a metal staff that looked like it could deliver painful smacks…

Connecting the dots, Gawain’s expression turned a little strange suddenly. “Just now… you were the one who hit me, right?”

After he spoke, he was immediately stunned. The words that had come out of his mouth were not in Mandarin, but a language he had never heard of before. However, these foreign words seemed to flow off his tongue as though he had been born knowing them.

Rebecca did not know the existence of the chaotic thoughts that were rioting in her “ancestor’s” mind right now. This noble maiden, who had just inherited the title of Viscountess and suffered under great changes, looked like she was about to cry. “Lord Ancestor… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“I…” Actually, Gawain had not understood what was happening yet—even though he had observed this world for ages, this was the first time his perspective had been changed to that of a first-person one, and he was just as stunned as everyone present, or even more so. “Who are you…”

The gorgeous aristocratic woman in the red dress looked like the calmest person on hand. After Gawain had sat up and started a conversation spontaneously, the fear and anxiety on her face had lessened greatly, and it was her that stepped forward at this moment. Even though she looked wary, she still spoke with composure, “Do you know who you are?”

“Me?” Gawain froze for a moment. Right before he was about to say his name, he quivered, realizing that he was a different person now.

He looked down at the box he was in. Even though the design was a little unusual, this thing was definitely a coffin. Glancing at his surroundings again, he noticed that even though it was more spacious than his home in his past life, it clearly resembled a tomb no matter how he looked at it…

Then, thinking about the expressions of the people around him, Gawain realized one thing. He looked like a corpse that had come back to life.

If he were to introduce himself as someone who did not have the same name as this “corpse”, he would surely be killed off as a monster by these people. What had the young girl called him earlier? Lord Ancestor, was it? If so, he could make a bold guess that he was possessing her ancestor’s body. Whatever their ancestor had eaten that still made this body not decay even after so many years was not his concern right now—more importantly, he was a foreign soul possessing their ancestor’s body, lying in their ancestor’s tomb, and even delivered a kick that sent their ancestor’s coffin lid flying… if he was exposed now, embarrassment would not even begin to describe what he was feeling…

With that reasoning, Gawain looked down and pretended to be deep in thought, while in reality, he was rapidly thinking of excuses to provide, such as having memory confusion after such a long sleep. However, just as he gathered his wits about him, a powerful wave of dizziness struck him.

He had just gotten used to his new body with some difficulty and shed the vertigo, only to be attacked by a second round of faintness. His body almost collapsed back into the coffin, and the aristocratic woman raised her magic staff in the instant she saw Gawain’s strange motion. She was on the verge of lobbing a fireball right into her ancestor’s face when Gawain’s low voice piped up, interrupting her gesture.

“Gawain Cecil. I’m Gawain Cecil, a pioneer of the Anzu Kingdom… What century is this?”

Gawain lifted his head slowly as he spoke. His gaze was as calm and deep as the sea.