As I suddenly woke up in a small house. I looked around and see nothing. But a small room with a bed made of hay.
I opened the window. I saw a small village. With barely any people around, just a gathering of old men and women.
I saw only a few small kids in the area. They are playing soldier, with wooden swords. Running around the village without a single care.
I thought to myself. What has happened? I was about to win the war a moment ago.
The system suddenly woke up and sent me a message.
[[ the host has just been reborn into another world]]
[[ synchronizing available data]]
Suddenly the memories , belonging to the original owner of the body rushed into my head.
My name was jin wei. Normally a Chinese name would have three characters however. The original owner was not part of any family heritage.
He has just turned 17 this year. He has an average looking face. But he had a great resilience , stamina, and a healthy body.
He was an orphan who grew up in the woods. When the villagers found him as a kid. They welcomed him to stay.
He grew up doing work to repay the village. Since there is next to no young people. They needed more able body people.
The younger generation only consist of 4 small children 2 male and 2 female. They make a living from farming and fishing. They are mostly isolated from the other regions.
So they must make do with what they had. Cloths were handed down from generation to generation. And when someone traveled away from the village they would return with more members.
However the last generation of adults. Left the village and decided to join the war as a levy. They were promised wealth and glory when they joined in.
However the war ended with a crushing defeat on their side. None of them make it back alive. Originally there's supposed to be a pension money given to the family of the deceased.
However this weren't the case since they lost. The officials blamed the conscript. Because of that none of the deceased were even given a proper burial.
So we had a small ceremony at the edge of the woods. We gathered their stuff and placed them on the graves. We send them of to the after live.
I decided to take a stoll around the village. To know the surrounding areas better. And to meet the other villagers.
They were really kind. They were a hard working bunch. Because they wanted the young ones to inherit a prosperous land.
So they may grow their families here. And to thrive such as their ancestors once did.
After a day of walking throughout the village. I went back to the little cottage I call home. And went to bed.
I called the system out and it gave me my current status.
Strength : 14
Agility : 10
Intelligence : 5
stamina :26
It showed the ability of the former owner of the body. And now it's mine. The system told me that this was a story mission just like the previous one.
However what am I supposed to do? I'm just a small villager in a small isolated village. Without even a name to myself.
The world is an unforgiving place. With chaos and bloodshed. One needs to be strong to overcome it.
So before the main story starts I decided to train up my stats. Every day I improved my strength by lifting heavy objects. I trained my agility by running up and down the mountains through the forest. And swam across the river multiple times.
I tried reading and conversing with the other villagers. To try to increase my intelligence. However to no avail.
So i decided to stop training my intelligence for now. And focussing on raising my physical stats even more.
After a few weeks of peace. Without even the slightest bit of conflict nor incident. Suddenly an outsider arrived to the village.
He was wearing full steel armour. He was riding a pure black horse, twice as big as a normal person.
He was sent here to gather volunteers for the war. He was raising an army to fight. He had been through many villages.
Telling them to gather in the city of Xu Chang. In a few days, there will be hundreds of troops gathering there. Ready to fight at a moments notice.
Every village is required to sent at least one man. To join in the fight. Regardless of age.
Since no one in this village could fight in a war. It was up to me to fill the quota. The little kids wanted to join me in the fight. However they were to young to fight.
I decided to make them stay in the village. I told them that when they get older they can join me in the fight. And I managed to convince them to stay, by telling them to take care of the elderly villagers while I'm gone.
Before I went away. The villagers gathered up in the main entrance to sent me of on my way.
The village chief told me about when they found me as a little child lost in the woods. Hungry and all alone. But I was though, resourceful, and strong.
They had no doubt that I will make my way back home safely. They pray for my safe return from the battlefield. When I go back I would have many stories to tell them about how I fought in the war to honour myself, the village and to the safety of everyone who is important to me.
I walked out the village after saying my goodbyes. I went on a trip across the lands visiting many different places as I go. Sometimes I do menial labour to earn traveling money.
And to Buy myself a weapon. I choose to buy a steel sword. It costs as much as 35 silvers.
That's as much as the village makes in half a year. Buying this sword spent nearly all of the money I saved up until now.
I hope I made the right decision. And I hope that this sword will help me survive and finish this story line.