Year 845, Inside Wall Maria
"WAHA!" A boy, no more than nine years old, bolted awake. He was in an open field with a few trees scattered across a vast grassland.
His breathing was unstable, chest rising and falling. Tears slipped from both eyes and landed on his lap.
"EREN!" A black-haired, oriental girl came running toward the tearful boy.
"Mi–Mikasa?" Because of the tears, the girl looked blurry to Eren. He wiped his face and eyes.
Mikasa knelt on one knee, gently grabbing Eren's shoulder, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Eren's breathing finally stabilized, but instead of answering Mikasa, he looked at the walls—fifty meters tall, enclosing humanity for a hundred years now.
Seeing Eren staring at the wall in a daze, Mikasa gave him a light shake. "Eren!"
"Mikasa, the walls… they… I had a very long and endless dream…" Eren began speaking in a panic, but after hesitating for a moment, he changed what he was going to say.
A breeze passed by; the flowers, grass, and trees swayed gently.
"Dream? What kind of dream?" Mikasa asked.
"A dream with no future for…" Eren lifted his head. "I forgot."
He wasn't lying—the dream really was fading from his memory, leaving only a few fragments that were too shocking to forget.
"Is that so?" Mikasa stood up and picked up the firewood on her back. They had come to this forest for firewood.
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"Remember not to tell anyone I was crying," Eren told Mikasa as they walked toward a giant gate.
"I won't," Mikasa replied in her usual nonchalant tone, but then added with a hint of worry, "But still… crying for no reason? You should get a check-up from your father."
"No! You know I can't do that." Eren's voice was firm. It wasn't that he was scared of his father—it would just be embarrassing if everyone found out he had cried over a dream.
"What, Eren was crying?" Hannes suddenly appeared in front of them, drunkenly speaking.
"Oh, Hannes… you're drinking on duty again," Eren scolded.
"Haha, calm down, Eren. We were just hungry," a guard sitting nearby said while drinking with another.
Eren frowned but didn't say more. If it had been the past him, he would have started arguing immediately. But a month ago, he had regained his past life's memories.
In that life, he had been a simple student who really liked anime. He had been about to watch Attack on Titan, which was a great anime, but because of its brutality and violence, he had avoided it.
But after catching up to One Piece and having nothing else great to watch, he decided to be brave and give it a try.
Life, however, seemed to enjoy playing cruel jokes. Instead of reincarnating into his favorite anime, One Piece, he ended up in this godforsaken world—where death constantly hovered over everyone. And not just anywhere—he was the protagonist of it all.
"Let's go, Mikasa." Eren decided to ignore the guards. He knew they couldn't change anything if disaster struck. That was just how cruel this world was. Titans were simply too strong compared to humans. Even with ODM gear, half the soldiers would definitely die in battle.
"Hmm, he seems to have changed a lot in just a month," Hannes said, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, it must be puberty! Hahaha!" a guard joked drunkenly.
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"Eren, you should forget about the Scout thing," Mikasa said as they walked home.
"Eh?" Eren was startled by Mikasa's sudden words. When he looked at her, her expression was, as always, unchanged. He knew why she was bringing it up—if it were the old him, he would have refused her outright.
Though the sudden return of his memories had greatly changed his temper, one thing had not changed—his longing… longing for freedom.
The Scouts were the only ones allowed to venture outside the walls. Even though the death toll was massive, Eren was from the 21st century—he knew they could never win by staying inside.
To develop, humanity needed resources. And he also knew, thanks to a spoiler from some jerk when he had said he planned to watch AOT, that there were humans living outside the walls.
"Mikasa, you know I'm too stubborn to listen to that."
Mikasa didn't respond and simply walked silently beside him, though her heart couldn't stop worrying.
Suddenly, the bell rang—signaling that the Scout Regiment had returned from an expedition.
"It seems they're back. Let's go, Mikasa, and see." Eren ran ahead, with Mikasa following closely.
Because of the dream, Eren now felt anxious—this peaceful life was soon going to end.
He had been trying to prepare for it for a month now, but because of how attached he had grown to his family and friends here, just being mentally prepared was useless.
'If only there was something…' Eren thought. In his current situation, he hoped to hear some good news—something that could give him hope.
They ran to where the crowd had gathered. Eren, with a faint trace of hope, climbed onto a box to see the Scout Regiment. Mikasa followed.
But what met their eyes was despair.
The Scouts looked exhausted and defeated. Many horses were missing, and their numbers were reduced. It seemed more than half were dead, and those who had returned were seriously injured.
"What a waste of life," Eren heard many people muttering.
Instead of hope, what he found made him repeat in his mind again—death was his closest ally here.
He swallowed hard, calming his raging emotions, stepped down from the box, and the two resumed walking home.
To Be Continued…
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A/N:
Here I usually be telling you somethings that are hard to write as I not pro.
I have change the MC personality those who came after writing my last novel knows.
The MC is reborn as Eren here in this chapter I tried to tell that he longed for hope because he knew that walls are gonne break. He do now in this chapter also knows it's gonne be soon because of his stronger mental power he retain somethings that in OG he forgot.
Mc has atmost 5% knowelege of AOT that involve some basic things like main character group, titains are very powerful and their are human outside walls.
He keeps on chanting that death is his ally because he came from death.
Ok see you guys on Thusday now.