" Did he knock his head too hard?"

It was the first thing that Michael heard as soon as he woke up.

His heart was still aching and was still a little confused.

Michael finally opened his eyes, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar sight.

He had not woken up in his bedroom as he had expected, instead, he was lying on the dirty ground, and surrounding him were around dozen young boys dressed in strange clothes. Some seemed worried while the others had gloating expressions or uncaring ones.

The more he looked at their clothes the more they looked familiar. Michael had been part of a cast for a movie with a medieval setting before, so he slowly started to realize the meaning of their get-up.

It was at that time, that the little crowd parted away and someone approached him with a worried expression.

It was a young woman who seemed to be in her twenties. She had a pretty face, her hair was tied into two braids that joined together at the back of her head. But her most prominent features remained her well-endowed chest as she was dressed in a long brown robe.

Michael soon found his head buried inside that chest, as the woman kneeled next to him before hugging him tightly as her hands found their way toward his back before engaging in a soft caress.

As if réalising the strangeness of the situation, the woman stopped massaging his back and instead placed her hand on his face before starting to inspect it.

" Does it hurt?" The woman asked worriedly while looking straight at him.

Michael was still dumbfounded when the woman traced her hand to his head before bringing it back.

But this time, Michael discovered that there was blood on her hand.

he quickly touched the back of his head with his own hands only to find a sensation of wetness.

" Don't worry Michael! The physician will take care of look" the woman said with a pained look on her face as if she had been the one injured.

The next moment, she glared at the crowd. They parted away further, finally revealing another man. He seemed to be around the same age as her, he was tall and handsome, and at this moment, he seemed unable to hide his dissatisfied expression. He seemed even angrier at the display of affection that the woman was flooding on Michael.

" Nicholas! I swear that I will make you pay for this" the woman spat toward Nicholas before shredding a piece of her clothes.

" It is not my fault if he is so weak" the man named Nicholas answered.

It was not the brown robe that suffered that damage but instead her inner clothes, causing some stir in the male audience.

She used the piece of fabric and pressed it somewhere on Michael's head.

" It seems like a love square," Michael thought.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized a fact that he had been ignoring earlier.

The people around him were talking in a foreign language but he could hear them easily.

" Don't tell me that I transmigrated" Michael almost cried out in disbelief.

He had encountered many stories related to transmigration in the past, be it in movies, novels, or even in jokes He never thought that it would one day happen to him.

The last thing that he remembered before finding himself in this situation was, him playing a video game on his phone in other to waste time before slowly falling asleep.

" I am dreaming?" Michael considered that hypothesis for a while.

" If it is the case I wonder if I will be able to remember it once I wake up!"

Michael had always been one of these people who would forget everything related to their dream, the moment they opened their eyes. They could only be sure that they had dreamed somehow.

He was still trying to understand his situation when he found himself assaulted by a spitting headache.

He suddenly cried out, causing some jeer from the people in the surrounding.

But at this moment Michael could not care less.

Foreign but familiar memories were transferred inside his mind. It felt as if his head was inflating and blood started to run from his nostrils and his ears.

The woman who had been focused on taking care of him until now showed a trace of panic.

" What is happening?"

For a moment, Michael lost the track of time. When he came back to his sense once again. Michael felt tired. He was full of cold sweat and all his muscles were sore. He could not move even if he wanted.

" Sir Emile is here, everything will go well now, he will certainly cure you," The woman said trying to reassure him.

Thanks to his newly received memories, he now knew that her name was Ashley.

The relationship was quite ambiguous but most people only knew that she was his cousin.

Michael was now quite aware of his situation. He had unknowingly arrived in this world in the body of another man named Michael who happened to be a squid apprentice under Lord Samuel Fils.

It was indeed a world with a medieval setting where people still believed in strange myths and legends.

Michael knew that he could not tell anybody about that. He hides to hide it well for fear of being mistaken as a demon, burned alive, hanged, or impaled on a stick.

As Michel was screaming, he saw  Sir Emile approaching.

It was a middle-aged man with an unkept beard and a big belly, he was wearing a long grey monastery robe.

" The three of you quickly, come and help me carry him" Sir Emile quickly ordered while pointing at a group of people after looking over at Michael for some time.

" How did it happen?" Sir Emile asked while looking over.

" A simple sparing session, isn't it?"  Nicholas quickly answered as a grin surfaced on his face. The others were quick to nod in confirmation.

Ashley had an outraged expression, while Sir Emile nodded as if He mostly did not care. He was only asking to know what to note in his report book. He did not care about other people's matters.

Michael also knees that it was not a simple spar, but more Nicholas picking fights with him on any occasion and being heavy-handed.

Nicholas was in his twenties while this body was only 17. Another thing was that Nicholas had been trained for a longer time in the Lord's house, since young when he was young, while this body owner had started training at 14.

Michael could feel some remnant rage rising from the depth of his heart when he looked at Nicholas. But while being carried he was not thinking about his revenge but rather about his missing home.

" Will I ever meet back with my family and friends?" Michael seemed doubtful for a while.

It is also at that moment that Michael received a familiar notification screen appear in him.

" Welcome to the world of pocket monsters

Do you want to play the game?

Do you want to enter the game?

Yes/No"

At this moment Some semblance of joy finally appeared in Michael's eyes.

" Is this my golden finger?" Even though would have wanted to discover it as soon as possible. He could only wait for now as he did not want the people around him to discover anything wrong.