He was in a Forsaken Land, a place where outcasts were abandoned to rot, discarded by the so-called Perfect Society.
The reality of this world was far worse than he had imagined.
The outcasts were ordinary humans by blood, yet the Perfect Society deemed them inferior. They were cast aside simply because they were incapable of handling the unique mechas and the advanced civilization that had been built.
To the Perfect Society, the outcasts were nothing more than a lowly race, while they saw themselves as the chosen ones.
Liam still didn't fully understand the inner workings of their world, but one thing was certain. His mission had just become infinitely more difficult.
This wouldn't be over anytime soon.
As he lay on the mat in silence, his mind raced, forming plans for the future.
Beside him, Dora slept soundly, a faint giggle escaping her lips as if lost in a mischievous dream.
A question weighed heavily on his mind.
Should he abandon this family and venture outside alone?
He was caught in a dilemma.
The lingering emotions of his predecessor clawed at his conscience, rejecting the mere thought of it. From what he had gathered, the previous Igor had been fiercely protective of his mother and sister. His love for them unending and unwavering.
Liam sighed.
For now, he would take things slow.
The Forsaken Land was a barren wasteland where survival was a daily struggle, resources were scarce, and only the toughest endured.
Rushing blindly into the unknown would only lead to death.
Night had already fallen, and the faint rustling of his mother's movements in the next room gradually came to a stop as well.
She had likely fallen asleep too.
The silence of the night was only broken by the distant chirping of insects and the occasional shouts from nearby settlements.
Liam no, Igor closed his eyes, willing himself to rest.
His mind was still a storm of thoughts, struggling to process the day's revelations. Everything had changed so suddenly. He was in a foreign body, in a harsh and unforgiving world, with no clear path forward.
But rest was necessary. He needed time to adjust—to understand this place, these people, and himself.
Tomorrow, with the sunrise, his new life would begin.
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The night passed uneventfully.
Morning arrived with the sharp screeching of birds and the warm glow of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the broken window.
Igor stirred, stretching with a yawn.
For a moment, he felt oddly refreshed—until his eyes landed on the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Huh.. Where am I?"
Confusion flickered in his gaze before the memories of the previous day settled in. He sighed.
His eyes drifted to the little girl beside him—Isadora, his supposed younger sister. She was still half-asleep, snoring lightly, her small frame curled up in the thin blanket.
Careful not to wake her, Igor rose and stepped outside.
The first thing he saw was his mother, Roxanne, busy tidying up and preparing to cook over an open stove made of mud, its crude structure surrounded by fragile straw walls.
The scent of damp earth and smoke lingered in the air.
Not wanting to idle, he made his way to a nearby jar filled with water, splashing some on his face to shake off the last remnants of sleep.
Roxanne, noticing him, turned with a gentle smile.
"You're up early," she said softly. "Do you want go for hunt, my son?"
"Hunting?" Igor raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Roxanne's face tensed before she sighed. "Oh… right, you haven't regained your memories yet." She looked at him with worry. "Then how will you go hunting in this condition?"
She sounded deeply troubled by the thought.
"Don't worry, Son," she added quickly, forcing a reassuring smile. "We'll manage somehow.. we always do."
Igor's gaze drifted down to his body, tracing the scars and hardened muscles. It was clear that this body had endured labor, hardships...and most likely, gone hunting trips to provide for the family.
Looking at their dwindling resources, he knew one thing for certain—they wouldn't last for a single day, let alone a few days.
So idling away wasn't an option.
After washing his face, Igor straightened and said,
"I'll go hunting after breakfast, Mother."
Before Roxanne could voice her concerns, he flashed a confident smile.
"Don't worry I can manage."
Roxanne couldn't bring herself to say anything more.
But deep inside, a sharp twinge of guilt twisted in her heart.
Her precious son was heading out to hunt again—into a world filled with dangers too many to count. Every time he left, she spent the day in restless worry, praying for his safe return.
Yet, if he didn't go… how will they get to eat?
And if she went in his place, there was no guarantee she would make it back alive.
The wild was not only home to beasts. Tt was filled with predators in human form as well. Men who prowled these forsaken lands, waiting for a moment of weakness. And for a woman like Roxanne, they were far more dangerous than any creature lurking in the wilderness.
On the surface, the people here acted kind, as if they cared for one another. But beneath the facade, wolves hid in plain sight, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Her delicate features and golden-blonde hair made it clear she was different from most outcasts. She wasn't just another forgotten soul abandoned by the perfect society. And that difference made her a target.
Knowing this, Igor had taken on the burden of protecting and providing for their family since the young age of sixteen.
In just three years, he had carved out a name for himself in the Forsaken Land.
A name that Liam, now in Igor's body, had yet to discover.
He sighed, pushing aside the lingering thoughts, and stepped back inside the house.
After a simple breakfast, Igor prepared for departure.
Today wasn't just about hunting, it was the beginning of a journey. A journey that would lead him to uncover the true extent of his abilities.
A journey that would reveal glimpses of forgotten truths and lost legends..