Ah…! Ouch…!
My head…!
Why does it hurt so much…?
Shuhang, still trapped in a heavy sleep, struggled weakly against the thick darkness pressing heavily over his closed eyes. While a sharp throbbing pain pulsed through his head, as if thin needles were being pushed slowly through his temples again and again.
Ouch… In his stupor, he tried to turn over, grab his head and sit up but couldn't move his limbs. His body refused to budge even a bit leaving him completely paralyzed and helpless.
With this kind of headache, how am I supposed to work tomorrow? It looks like I have to take the day off!
After a long moment of painful effort, his eyelids finally trembled and lifted slightly, allowing a dim blur of shapes and colors to swim before his vision like shadows moving under water. It was more like a patient after intake anesthesia.
Within moments, a faint murmur soon drifted into his ears, distant and unclear, like someone speaking from the far end of a long corridor. His thoughts refused to be controlled and examined. No matter how hard he tried, his focus kept slipping away as random notions and images bubbled up unbidden.
In a long while, his consciousness slowly gathered itself and his thoughts began to steady inside that half-awake haze, the distant voice slowly became clearer. He could hear a faint sound more clearly.
"Eryn…"
His vision sharpened little by little, and the blurry figure standing before him slowly gained shape.
At first he could only see a silhouette figure, its form wavering slightly, leaning slightly forward while muttering strange words he could barely understand. But within a few moments the blur faded completely, revealing a young lady— with refined features and a pair of clear eyes like a crystal that carried a faint trace of worry.
"Are you awake?"
"…"
Upon hearing her voice, he remained silent briefly. Actually, it was more like his words refused to come out through his lips in shock. He attempted to push himself upright, yet the instant he forced his body to move, a violent wave of pain spread through his limbs, again forcing him completely immobilized.
After pausing for a brief moment to steady his breathing, he nodded with a low voice.
"Un…"
His gaze quietly drifted around the room as he carefully observed his surroundings.
In this huge lavish room, the woman wearing a grey dress sat beside him on a chair just near his bed. Behind her, three women dressed in black-white maid uniforms, their posture — disciplined and attentive.
Next to them stood another woman with a slightly stricter appearance, elegantly dressed whose calm expression and composed stance made it clear that she was most likely higher authority than those maidservant.
Without saying another word, the woman seated near him gently waved her hand.
One of the maids immediately stepped forward while carrying a tray that held a glass of water and a bowl filled with thick green liquid substance, its faint smell of herbs drifting lightly through the quiet room.
Shuhang, who had been lying on the bed completely silent, tried once more to sit up.
But this time another maid quickly stepped forward and carefully supported his back, helping him rise into a seated position.
The maid then held the glass to his lips, allowing him to slowly drink the bitter-sweet green potion before carefully feeding him the water in small sips.
Once he finished drinking,the woman sitting beside the bed spoke again in a soft and gentle voice.
"Are you feeling pain anywhere?"
Shuhang could still feel a mild sourness over his tongue. He paused briefly before simply shaking his head in response.
The woman remained silent for several seconds, her gaze lowered slightly toward the bed blanket as if lost in thought, before she finally stood up and quietly said while turning to leave.
"Take care."
The maids quickly finished tidying the items they had brought, and as they followed behind her, the last maidservant in the corner who was most likely housekeeper also bowed respectfully.
"Young Master, if you need anything, please call for us. The maid is always nearby to attend to you."
Shuhang simply nodded in response, giving her a slight glance.
Soon the room became quiet once again, leaving only a single maid who moved silently near the window while adjusting the cushions on a nearby sofa which already appeared to be perfect as if no one had sat on it for days.
He turned his head upright and stared blankly at the ceiling above him, turning over his body slightly.
Hm… my entire body hurts.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment and released a long breath feeling the warm of blanked over his body.
So… I have really transmigrated into another world.
But why? Why is this body so weak… almost as if it had already stepped halfway into death?
His eyes slowly opened again, drifting toward the maid standing near the window.
She appeared to be a woman in her late twenties with neat and simple features, cleaned clothes without even a single crease, her posture calm while she quietly finished arranging the room.
His eyes slowly followed down, lingering for a moment on the soft curve of her breast beneath the maid uniform, his thought in her his dream like memories.
Unlike his previous world, this place was simply unreal.
Here, supernatural powers people once called impossible truly existed—mysterious magic that bent nature itself, along with strange species that in his previous life could only be found inside fantasy novels.
The world still moved under familiar principles of sky, land, and life, yet beneath those familiar layers everything functioned under completely different rules.
And within this strange world, Shuhang had opened his eyes as Eryndor von Valcarys, the second son of the House Valcarys.
House Valcarys was a respected noble family whose name had spread across the empire through decades of magical research and powerful contributions to arcane knowledge.
However, perhaps a curse or some other reason hidden somewhere in the past, the once flourishing family had now declined until only two members remained within its fading halls.
One of them was Eryndor himself. The other was the woman who had just visited him moments ago—his sister-in-law, the widow of his late elder brother. In another Eryndor was the only remaining Bloonline of Valcarys House.
But now to Shuhang what seems more unfortunate, the man who once lived an ordinary life in a healthy body now found himself trapped inside this fragile shell, lying helplessly on a bed that had almost become his entire world.
It was a truly troubling situation.
Eryndor had been born with a strange illness from birth that left his body weak and constantly exhausted, forcing him to spend nearly half of his life confined to this very room.
Because of that fragile condition, he had grown up separated from the outside world, far removed from whatever struggles or conflicts surrounded his declining family. It can be said the knowledge he had of this world is very limited.
Yet what astonished him even more was something else entirely. He remembered nothing about his childhood. It was like he had only lived a childhood in a bizarre dream, only to forget in the morning.