Huh? Where am I?
Why the hell am I in the water?
Did I fall asleep while I was swimming? I remember being in my bed. And why do I feel so heavy? Do I need to wake up, damn it?
Okay, this is not happening. Am I in some kind of nightmare—drowning?
All right. Calm down… calm down… I can think better about my metal swimsuit. What a strange dream.
After five minutes or so… I don't know, I made it to the beach? Where the hell am I? It's nighttime, and it seems the sun will rise in a few minutes.
Hm… now that I think about it, my body feels strange. It's like I'm taller and bigger. I kind of feel stronger. WTF.
I like to cosplay games and anime a little, but why the hell am I wearing medieval knight's armor?
(sigh) I didn't need the trouble of being isolated in some weird place with a different body, but okay.
WTF… what kind of cruel joke is this? I thought I was supposed to die in some car accident or from COVID-19. Then some old guy with a beard or a goddess-like angel would show up, grant me a wish, and all those mechanisms would kick in. Then they'd check if I'd earned any of it. Or God would just take things from my memories.
Ahh. I like games and medieval fantasy. I feel cheated.
Well, I feel like that—what should I do? Now I'm in the middle of nowhere. What am I supposed to do? If the thing that did this to me would at least speak to me, I'd know which world I'm in and what my goal is.
Damn it, I'm soaking wet. I need to dry off, but how do I get out of this damn armor? Is that a good idea? Nope—that would be a bad idea. This armored outfit isn't that wet anyway. I'll just give it some time; it should dry by itself, hopefully.
So what do I have with me? Can I open my stats? Waving my hands isn't working. Is it voice-activated? All right. "Open status."
"Status?"
"Waddledee."
A clicking thunk.
"Open menu."
Sigh… So I'm not in a game world, and I possibly don't have the cheat manual to see my status.
Let's see what I have. Hmm… a longsword on my back, another one at my waist, three daggers in my armor. But where is the helmet? No helmet. Not that great, but at least I have a normal pouch, and it seems to have a few coins in it. Let's see… one, two, three… seven gold. A dragon head on one side and some king's face on the back. Nothing written on the coin. Well, good for me—I'm grateful for the pocket money. It would be nice if I could have a conversation with whoever put me here.
Now where the hell am I? God? (sigh) Even if he is here, he won't reply to me. I get it.
I think I should find someone. A kingdom sounds good, except there are no modern machines, people, or cars. If there's a road or a clearing or a vast forest, maybe I could find answers when I meet someone.
After walking straight for an hour I found a fishing village. I'm feeling very thirsty. Well, let's ask some questions of the locals.
I got close to two fishermen nearby. If this is a medieval setting, how should I proceed? Let's see if it works—they noticed me. All right, act kind. "You there, come here. Are you—this little one?" It seems they are father and son preparing for the night.
I can see fear in the boy, but he somehow mustered enough courage to show me the net, trembling. His father looks slightly calmer. They act like NPCs; I don't know how, but they look very real to me. Okay, maybe I assumed wrong—this is not a game world; it's a real world.
I hope they see me. I'm still standing near them. "You don't need to fear me. Fetch me some fresh water, will you?" They acknowledged the order and ran to their small house fast.
I focused on the father. The fisherman seemed scared for some reason, but before I could ask him anything he spoke first.
"Sir, we already paid our six months' tax to Sir Roger a few weeks ago."
I had to stop him there—was he thinking I was here to collect taxes? I'm not here to collect anything. I came to ask questions. "Tell me, who are you?" I said. He seemed relieved to hear that. Meanwhile his son came back with a leather skin bag of water. I don't know if it's safe, but I trusted it and drank.
After that I asked the fisherman, "How far is the capital?" He answered my question: it was two days from here, and he showed me the directions. He also told me who rules this territory. I asked, "Who is the current king?" and he quickly answered that the current king is Aerys Targaryen, the Second of His Name.
My mind was struck by an electric bolt. I'm in f—King Westeros.