Time moves as you perceive it to be.
Mark thought while traveling through the void.
Pulled by an infinite amount of light tracing his path, his thoughts wandered for a long time, not knowing when will this end.
It did as soon as he thought.
Mark suddenly found himself standing in the center of a battlefield.
Blood and gore filled his vision.
Red clothes draped over his shoulders to the ground. He stood alone on a mountain of corpses of unknown creatures rather he couldn't identify as they were dreadfully mutilated.
"Wait, why is my chest bulging?"
"Hmm... something feels different between my legs!"
As he was into himself, sensing/feeling the difference.
A sword suddenly pierced his chest from the back. An intense feeling of pain felt coursed through his body, waking him from his stupor.
A Mouthful of blood dripped through his lips as he looked at the blade protruding on his chest in terror.
A slow and mocking laugh is what he heard before going utterly unconscious.
Followed by a loud slap on his face, Mark woke up for the second time.
**Ahh...** followed by a scream, he grabbed his chest, wanting to ease his pain.
Failing to find the wound or the pain, Mark looked up blankly.
A middle-aged man with a short trim beard looked at him as if he wants to pierce his soul.
Behind him was a woman with a tear-filled face smiling at him.
The woman spoke first.
"Thank god, you woke up. For a second, you made us think you were dead." The woman sighed in relief.
"Yeah, we were so close to burying you!" The middle-aged man wiped his unfound tears and nodded.
*Ahh* the middle-aged man shouted at the slap at his back.
Mark was confused as he didn't recognize the couple. "Who are you? Where am I?"
The woman who was smiling froze, as did the middle-aged guy. Both looked visibly worried after hearing his sentence.
A blue screen popped up, frightening him for a second.
Name: Mark Lebas
Age: 16
Race: Human
Skill: Merge (Tier II - Rare!)
Location: Qosu Temple, Kilburgh town
He waved his hands, trying to touch the blue screen. But his hands passed through, leaving an amazed look on his face.
The couple watched his actions "Hmm... If he can perceive the blue screen means his sync with the System is complete."
The woman added, "Then why did he act crazy during the Synchronization? He called himself the Empress of the Jura Forest. And spoke nonsense for a while before falling unconscious."
"How should I know? He should be the one to answer that!" the middle-aged man stared at the ground as he thought of something.
"First, let's take him home. We could take him to the priest later." The middle-aged man nodded in acceptance and pulled Mark up.
Mark stared at the couple's back as they brought him to a fresh-looking bamboo and earthen home.
As they were going to open the door, "Mom, I think I can recall some of my memories," Mark called out the couple.
Mark's words felt like cold water splashed on their hotheads.
"Are you sure? Aren't you feeling sore all over the body?"
"No, Mom! I'm fine!." Mark slightly bowed his head.
Mark returned to his room and jumped onto his bed as he recalled some of his memories. Mark found out that he hasn't been transmigrated, rather reincarnated. His previous life memories got flooded after he got Synced to the System overwhelming the native memories. After his head cooled off a bit, his native memories came back. Well only somewhat!
The last thing he remembers is leaving with his parents to get himself synchronized with the System. Subconscious memories were with him but the hard memories were the thing, he had to recollect.
As for his Sync ceremony, his parents were excited to see which skill he would get. As it would write off his future career path.
But strangely, they never asked even until they arrived home.
Guess, they probably thought he got some trash skill and was embarrassed to say it out loud.
Leaving out the odd details, he planned the night for recollection of his native memories coz it felt jumbled. He had the strange feeling of confidence, where he can pull out the memories and get familiar with the new life.
As he thought, a crack appeared on mid-air and threw poop on his plans.
Looking at the space crack, it felt like the very reality itself is going to break.
But something strange happened. The Crack enlargened enough and spat out a shiny golden book at his chest. And the crack disappeared in the next instance.
"What the hell?" Mark carefully picked the book like some dirty old sock. After confirming it was harmless, he picked it open.
A text popped up on the blank first page.
Name: Agatha Mark Lebas
Age: 126 16
Race: Vampire Human
Talent: Blood Synthesis Essence Synthesis
Mark wasn't a dull-minded person as he could tie the knots together.
It must be the possible failed reincarnation, he remembered. And a woman at that, her name is probably Agatha.
"Hmm... 126 years old. Wow."
*Knock* *Knock*
"Yes, coming!" Mark went in a rush to hide the book, but like it understood Mark's intentions, it disappeared.
The door opened leaving the couple watching Mark's figure staring at the air.
"Okay, now the blue screens won't leave you. Come on and have dinner, before your uncle arrives. He doesn't like your lazy attitude, so try to keep your spirits high." Samantha was worried her son's nonchalant attitude would again piss off her elder brother.
Mark's memories juggled as a Stern face popped up in his mind. He vaguely remembered the strict uncle that occasionally picks on his behavior and always had that disappointed face whenever he sees him.
According to his memories, his mom came from a wealthy merchant family. Not powerfully rich but runs successful businesses over multiple cities.
The story is quite a cliche- his mother got pregnant and eloped with his father( a laborer at the factory), so not so surprisingly, her entire family hates my dad and me to the core. The only Exception, my uncle, who now runs the family business and visits our family once in a while.