The beautiful blue moonlight shining in the sky, together with the twinkling stars, created a truly magical scene. The night breeze carried a strange scent that Liam had never smelled before.
From the downstairs window, Liam Tirarty realised that he was currently in a strange place, accompanied by a strange feeling that had been with him since he first woke up.
Glancing out at the cobbled street, he saw no one passing by. Confusion clouded his mind. Where was he, really?
"Who is he? And have I transmigrated into this person's body?" he asked himself in confusion as he stared at his reflection in the window pane.
He was currently living in a house in the Chapena district of Moran City, in the Kingdom of Norn. The culture of mysticism was deeply ingrained in this kingdom, not just as a belief, but as part of everyday life. And often, supernatural events occurred that ended tragically, claiming lives in a gruesome manner.
The cause of death was unknown, even to this day the police did not know the cause of the tragic death. In addition, there were also predictions about the coming of the apocalypse. No one knows when it will happen; there is no specific date, month, or year.
It has been an hour since Liam transmigrated into the body of a twenty-year-old young man named Zavi Actitus. Zavi lives with his mother, older brother, and younger sister. He is the second child in the family.
Since graduating from school, Zavi had been obsessed with prophecies about the apocalypse. His intense curiosity had accidentally led him into the supernatural world.
His brother knew about this and repeatedly warned him to stop doing dangerous things. However, the two had different views: Zavi believed in the prophecies, while his brother considered them to be nothing more than fairy tales.
On the same date, 20 October 1543, a Saturday, at exactly 8:15 in the morning, Zavi lost control until nightfall, unable to bear the bad luck he had experienced.
Zavi stabbed himself in the heart with his knife, and on that day, none of his family knew about it. His death triggered Liam's soul to forcefully occupy his body.
At that moment, Liam could not speak after experiencing this strange event. When he woke up, he realised he had to hide the knife in his wardrobe because his sister would be returning home with their mother shortly.
"What's wrong, Zavi?" his sister asked with a wicked smile, continuing, "Are you heartbroken because a woman rejected you?"
His younger sister, Isabelle, was very mischievous towards him. Since childhood, she had hardly ever spoken to her eldest brother, Ren.
Liam turned around with a smile, took a step, and chose to entertain her for a moment. In the end, the two of them chased each other around the house for five minutes, causing their mother, who had been in her room, to come out.
"It's late! Aren't you both sleepy?" his mother whispered, rubbing her eyes.
They both stopped suddenly, while Isabelle dodged, blaming her brother for disturbing her.
Of course, Liam did not accept the accusation. He told his mother that this was all just a game that Isabelle was playing.
His mother smiled after hearing her son's words, she said softly, "Is Ren home yet?" She looked closely at her two children's faces.
Isabelle's previously cheerful expression turned gloomy. She walked up the stairs and entered her room.
Liam tilted his head after witnessing that. He didn't quite understand why Isabelle hated Ren so much.
Even in Zavi's memory, he couldn't find any clues about this information.
He sighed, looking at his mother's worried face.
"Let it be! You'd better go back to sleep, Mum," said Liam softly, guiding his mother into her room.
Clack! The door closed. Meanwhile, Liam walked towards his room because there was some information he wanted to investigate. His room was located to the right of the living room.
He stood beside the door, closed it, and held a metal tray with two lit candles on it facing his face.
The wind blew in through the open window, forcing Liam to close it tightly. This time, the candle flames were steady and did not flicker like before.
He placed the tray on the cupboard in the right corner, and the candlelight illuminated the table in front of him. Liam sat in a chair, staring at a piece of paper while holding a pen in his right hand.
"So... what should I do?" he muttered softly.
"Strange predictions? Supernatural phenomena? And how did I end up in this world?"
Liam was confused, not knowing what to do. But shortly afterwards, he heard faint footsteps passing by his room.
His eyes widened. Liam immediately stood up, pushing his chair back. He slowly opened his bedroom door, staring at the door from a distance as he walked towards it.
"What is it, Ren? I'm curious, why didn't they all suspect anything when he left in the morning and only came home at night?"
The door slowly opened, accompanied by a faint creaking sound. From the doorway, Liam saw a man with black hair, his blue eyes showing fatigue, staring suspiciously at him.
He was Ren Actitus, his firstborn brother. Ren lowered the hood of his cloak and glanced at his brother's face before climbing the stairs.
Liam didn't know what was going on. He sighed, slightly annoyed that the door hadn't been closed again. Finally, he reluctantly closed it and returned to his room.
Once in his room, he sat quietly, staring at the neatly arranged books on the table. Liam thought of one thing, about Zavi's memory fragment.
"That bastard is hiding something in his left hand, I'm sure he's hiding something from his family..." he muttered softly.
But unexpectedly, Liam heard a knock on the door to his right. His eyes widened. He immediately stood up and opened it.
He saw his brother standing there with a weary and worried look on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly, staring at his brother's face.
Ren looked around every corner of the room, making sure there was nothing strange hidden in it. Suddenly, he grabbed his brother's shoulders with his cold hands.
"It's nothing, but be careful!" After saying that, he left without explaining what he meant.
Liam, who heard that, suddenly thought about it. But afterwards, he realised what he had said.
"Does he know that I'm not his real brother? Impossible... I have to act like Zavi did before." Liam whispered in panic.
His heart was pounding, his breathing heavy as if he had just run from a wild animal. Liam closed the door again with a feeling of worry. He sat back down in his chair and wrote something.
Five minutes later, he tore a sheet of paper from the book on which he had written his plan for what he would do next.
He held it up to make sure there were no mistakes or errors. But no, he was satisfied with the plan. He stood up, walked to the left, towards the wardrobe.
The wardrobe door opened, and he slipped the paper into his coat pocket. Closing it, he walked towards the bed, intending to sleep, waiting for morning to come.
The sun had risen, its warm light shining on his house and the world. Liam was awake, currently in the bathroom getting ready for the day.
Meanwhile, from the kitchen, he heard the clatter of spatulas and pans, and smelled something that made his stomach rumble.
Liam was in his room, wearing a shirt and long black trousers, just as Zavi liked. Earlier, he had been asked to wake up his younger sister and older brother, who were still asleep.
Because of his mother's request, a wild idea suddenly popped into his head. Liam wanted to make the two of them get along, because it would benefit him.
He was on the second floor, staring at his sister's door and sighing heavily afterwards. A knock on the door followed, and he said,
"Isabelle, are you awake? Hurry downstairs! Mum needs your help..."
Hearing the word "mum", Isabelle's eyes immediately opened wide, she got out of bed and quickly tidied her bed.
The door opened, and she appeared to be in a hurry, carrying a towel and a bucket containing bathing supplies. Isabelle went down the stairs to the bathroom, ignoring Liam's presence in front of her room.
"It's time to wake up that jerk..." she muttered irritably, and for some reason, she didn't like her brother either.
Ren's room was on the second floor, at the end of the hallway and still on the same floor as Isabelle's room at the front. Liam stood in front of the door, staring at it, and knocked five times.
Not hearing a response, he had no choice but to ask directly. "Hey, Ren. Are you still asleep?"
Ten seconds later, Liam still didn't hear an answer from inside the room. The room was very quiet, with no signs of life inside.
Liam suddenly remembered something from Zavi's memory. He forced the door open, and immediately stumbled backwards.
"Huh, I almost fell!" Liam turned around and looked at the broken door. "Damn it! But is he gone?"
Confused, he scratched his head. He sighed, carried the broken door downstairs, and was about to throw it away.
He walked towards the kitchen, where his mother and sister were eating and chatting with each other. Not wanting to disturb them, Liam put the door in the living room, sat on the sofa, and waited for them to finish breakfast.