Ting... ting... ting...
The soft beep of a heart monitor echoed through a quiet hospital room.
Kazuki Yamano, 21 years old, lay still—frail, bald, and alone. The stage 5 brain cancer had spread too far. His hands barely had the strength to lift the thin hospital blanket.
He chuckled bitterly.
"Is this really it?"
His eyes flicked up to the white ceiling. Lifeless. Sterile.
"I wanted more. I wanted to live... just a little longer."
He choked on the words. His voice cracked, dry and weak.
"A girlfriend... ramen in the cold… maybe even just a good night's sleep without pain..."
The monitor beeped slower.
Ting… ting…
ting...
Then, silence.
A flatline.
But Kazuki's consciousness didn't fade. Instead of nothingness... there was warmth.
[Vital Signs: Flatline]
[Initiating Soul Transfer Protocol…]
[Anchor Found — Target World: Falandra]
[Reconstructing Identity…]
[Welcome, Sylas.]
He floated in pitch-black space. Weightless. Silent. Then—a jolt.
He gasped.
Hay poked at his back. His skin no longer ached. No tubes. No pain. No beeping.
His eyes snapped open.
Dim light filtered through wooden beams. The smell of hay and old wood filled his lungs.
Kazuki bolted upright, panic in his chest. But he quickly realized...
He was not in a hospital.
He was alive.
[Welcome to Falandra, Sylas.]
A soft voice echoed in his mind. It wasn't robotic. It was warm, oddly casual—like someone greeting an old friend.
[No cancer. No monitors. No IV drips. Just a new life, in a new world—with some guidance from yours truly.]
"What the hell is going on...?"
He touched his chest. Strong heartbeat. Full breath.
It wasn't a dream.
[Let me guess—confused, disoriented, mildly terrified? Totally normal.]
[Long story short: you died. But this world offered your soul a second chance. Congratulations, Sylas. You're officially rebooted.]
The name echoed in his head. Sylas. It didn't feel like his—but it would be.
He stepped outside the barn.
Endless green fields. A pale-blue sky. Smoke rising from a distant village. In the far-off distance, mountains stood like silent guardians.
He blinked.
It's beautiful...
[Loading Status Panel…]
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Name: Sylas
Class: —
Level: 1
HP: 100/100
MP: 0/0
Strength: 10
Agility: 8
Intelligence: 5
Equipment: Worn Rags
Skills: None
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"A... game?"
[Not quite. But close. Falandra runs on principles like stats and growth. Everyone's born with a potential. Yours just comes with me as a bonus.]
[You're starting from zero. But hey, even kings start somewhere.]
Sylas laughed softly. It sounded foreign coming from his own mouth. He was used to coughing, not laughter.
"A second chance... huh?"
[That's the spirit.]
[Now go. Explore. Learn. Survive. This world isn't kind—but it is full of possibilities.]
A gust of wind passed. The sky stretched endlessly above.
Sylas clenched his fists and stepped into the sunlight.
He wasn't a patient anymore.
He wasn't a victim.
He was alive.
And this time, he would make it count.
[Welcome to Falandra, Sylas.]
[Let's build your legacy.]