As the towering trees rustled in the gentle breeze, a figure lay unconscious on the forest floor, his face turned towards the earth. It was a man, his features obscured by the dirt that covered his body and face.

"Aww..." he suddenly groaned awfully, slowly turning his body to face the sky.

He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light entering his eyes.

Despite the dirt and grime, one could make out his nose, which had a slight point to it, and his facial structure, which was that of a regular man.

However, what was most striking were his eyes, which shone with a brilliant purple-violet color, as if holding some unknown secret.

The man slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. "What happened? Where am I?" he muttered to himself.

As the man lay there, he realized he had no memory of how he had ended up in this forest or who he was. All he could recall were snippets of knowledge and skills that he possessed, but no personal details about himself.

"What the hell... where am I?" the man muttered to himself, looking around and realizing he was in an unfamiliar place.

"Well, this is something new. But why do I feel like I'm not from this place?" he wondered aloud, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

As he attempted to recall where he was from, his head began to throb, making his groans even worse.

It was as if his brain was protesting, not wanting to remember what had happened to him.

"Sh*t... I can't go anywhere if my head can't cooperate with me," he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Standing up, he took a closer look at his body, noticing that he was covered in dirt and grime.

"Maybe I can find some water to clean up my shirt and body. Furthermore, I'm thirsty," he thought to himself, unknowingly tapping into some buried knowledge of survival skills.

Closing his eyes, the man tried to sense the sound of the water with his ears. "My left, okay let's go there," he said to himself as he slowly made his way towards the source of the sound.

He knew that caution was necessary in the forest, as danger could strike at any moment. His eyes constantly scanned his surroundings as he moved quickly, yet quietly towards his goal.

As he approached the river, he remembered that animals in the forest also depended on it for survival.

"Most of the time, animals come to the river to quench their thirst. To survive in the forest, a hunter must think like an animal and understand their behavior," he muttered, recalling some buried knowledge that he couldn't quite place.

Finally reaching the riverbank, he was relieved to see the crystal-clear water before him.

As he drank, he couldn't help but wonder about his past and the knowledge he seemed to possess, even though he couldn't remember anything about himself. But for now, he knew he had to focus on his survival.

Approaching the river with caution, the man surveyed his surroundings, on the lookout for any potential threats. The river was small, no bigger than any ordinary stream one might find in the forest.

He knew that such bodies of water often contained small fish that he could catch and eat.

Once he was certain that there was no danger in the area, he approached the river with care. Kneeling down, he took a long drink of the refreshing water, grateful for the brief respite from the harsh conditions of the forest.

As he cupped the water in his hands and washed his face, he couldn't help but notice that his body felt surprisingly refreshing, despite the pounding headache that persisted in his mind.

"My body state is pretty good, even though I can still feel the pain in my head," he muttered to himself.

As he finished cleaning up, he noticed a faintly glowing interface appear before him.

It was a strangely familiar sight, yet he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.

Name: Keal ...

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Element: !#@&^* and %*@#$^

Attributes

Strength: 7

Agility: 8

Intelligent: 15

Constitution: 8

Spell

Construct lvl 1

Mana Manipulation lvl 3

Mana Sense lvl 8

The interface glowed brighter as it displayed a wealth of information about the man. His name, race, class, element, attributes, and spells were all listed out before him.

As he read his name, a strange feeling washed over him, followed by a sudden surge of memories.

He saw a scene from his past, where he was being born and his name was being chosen.

"It's a boy! Congratulations, Miss $£%%^$ and Mister £$"%^$$," he heard a female voice say, as she smiled in recognition of the couple's joy.

The memory was fleeting, but it gave him a glimmer of hope that he might be able to recover more of his past if he could continue to unravel the mysteries of his identity.

Keal heard a sweet, weak female voice speaking to someone he couldn't see. "My dear, you shall give our child a name."

"Rest, my dear," replied another voice, presumably Keal's father. "He shall be named Keal, and I hope the deities bless my child."

As Keal watched the scene play out in his mind's eye, he saw his assumed mother gently caressing his newborn head, a look of love and warmth on her face. She smiled weakly and locked eyes with Keal, as if she knew he was watching.

After the scene faded away, Keal was left with a flood of questions about his past and identity.

However, the pain in his head intensified whenever he tried to think too deeply, making it difficult to process everything.

He knew he needed to focus on his current situation, but the nagging feeling of not knowing his true origins lingered in his mind.