"It feels cold… what happened? Ahh… I was stabbed by the murderer. Am I going to hell? No chance… after jerking off all night, I doubt I can even go to he—"
The young man lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an unfamiliar roof above him. Startled, he sat up and looked around—the small tent was empty, the kind he had only seen in history books.
"Where am I?"
"Oh, you woke up! I was worried about you."
A teenage boy's voice came from nearby.
"Who are you? And… who am I?"
"Did you lose your memories after sleeping for a whole week?"
"A week?!"
His heart pounded. None of this made sense—was he dreaming?
Later, the boy explained that his name was Astro, a normal 13-year-old child. The other boy introduced himself as his friend, Lucas.
"So… I'm Astro? And where exactly are we, Mr. Lucas?"
"You don't have to be so formal, idiot. Be casual. First, let's grab some dinner—it's almost night."
Why is he calling me an idiot?
They headed out of the small tent they called home. Astro looked around—the place was nothing but a slum. He followed Lucas until they stopped near a bar. Lucas told him to wait outside. After a while, he returned with a bag full of food.
"Let's head back home before anyone notices."
When they returned, Astro was astonished by the amount of food.
"You must have a lot of money, Mr. Lucas."
"Be more casual, idiot. And who said I have money? I stole it from the bar."
So… I'm an orphan in this world too.
"I forgot to ask—where are we exactly?"
"You really lost your mind, huh? This is a small town in the northeast of the country—the town of Liyu."
I've been reincarnated into this small boy's body. If this is like the novels I read in my past life, then magic or some extraordinary power must exist in this world.
"Lucas, does magic exist?"
"Of course, idiot."
"Please, show me now!"
"Nah, tomorrow morning, you idiot."
One more time he calls me idiot, I swear I'll punch him in the face.
The two ate their food. While eating, Astro asked Lucas many things about the world—magic, the royal family, nobles, land, elves, dwarves, dragons, orcs, and many more.
That night, Astro didn't sleep a wink, his mind racing with thoughts of magic.
The next morning, he woke Lucas and demanded to see magic. In this world, around 70% of people could use magic.
They stepped outside the tent. Lucas began chanting a spell. When he finished, a small ball of fire appeared in his hand.
"Whoa! Hey Lucas, can I do it too?"
"Yeah, of course. Just imagine a ball of fire coming out of your hand and chant the spell: Oh fire, ball come out. Understand?"
Hell nah, I'm not chanting that cringe spell. I'll just imagine the fireball. I was reincarnated—I've read enough novels to know the MC always has OP skills. I'll just make a fireball bigger than Lucas's.
Astro began imagining. But nothing came out. He tried again, this time chanting the spell. Still nothing.
"That's why I call you an idiot. You don't have the potential for magic."
Huh? Wasn't I supposed to be the strongest in this world?