Maghribi in a fantasy world

Chapter 1: A Fateful AwakeningIn the dimly lit alleyways of Sale, the stench of desperation lingered in the air like a suffocating fog. Here, hope was a rare commodity, and survival was a daily struggle. It was within this unforgiving backdrop that a young man named oussama found himself caught in the merciless throes of a gang war.oussama had always been an observer of the darkness that enveloped his city. Born into poverty, he had learned early on that life was anything but fair. Dreams were mere illusions that teased the mind, only to be shattered by the harsh reality of their circumstances. Yet, despite the bleakness of his surroundings, oussama clung to a flicker of hope in his heart, an ember that refused to be extinguished.On that fateful day, when the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world into shadows, a ferocious clash erupted between rival gangs. Caught in the crossfire, Saber became an unwitting casualty of a senseless war. A single stray bullet found its mark, and his life began to slip away like sand through his fingers.As the world around him blurred, oussama's thoughts turned to the life he had led. He couldn't help but feel a profound sadness for the moments that could have been, the dreams that could have soared. His heart cried out for a chance to rewrite the story of his existence, to be more than a victim of circumstance.And then, in the midst of despair, something inexplicable happened. oussama felt as if he were being torn apart and reassembled, his very essence shifting and reforming. The darkness that had engulfed him now gave way to a blinding light, and the pain that wracked his body transformed into a strange sensation of weightlessness.When oussama opened his eyes, he was no longer in the alley of Sale. He found himself standing on unfamiliar terrain, surrounded by an otherworldly landscape. Towering trees with iridescent leaves swayed gently in a soft breeze, and strange, luminescent creatures flitted through the air. here Ousama realized that this world is not a earth This was a realm unlike anything he had ever known – a world of magic and mythical creatures.As the shock of his newfound surroundings settled, a voice echoed in his mind, ethereal and distant. "Welcome, saber Balvan"saber? The name felt alien on his tongue. Who was saber Balvan? Was this some sort of twisted dream or a cruel illusion conjured by his dying mind?But the longer he stayed in this surreal realm, the more saber Balvan's memories began to merge with oussama's. It was as if the two souls had fused into one, carrying the weight of each other's pasts. oussama In this new world, he was no longer the forsaken youth from Sale; he was saber Balvan, the bastard son of a wealthy family, burdened by the shadows of his lineage.Confusion and bewilderment battled within him, but there was also a stirring of something primal – a deep-seated hunger for power. Ousama realized through Saber's memories , power was the key to survival and the pathway to freedom. saber knew that he must embrace this new identity, this thirst for strength that seemed to be etched into his very soul.The darkness that had consumed oussama's heart in his previous life now manifested as a driving force in saber's core. He felt the emergence of a demon within, one that hungered for the might to transcend his past and reshape his destiny.Saber Balvan, the transmigrator with no purpose in his previous life, found his reason for existence in this enigmatic realm. He yearned to stand tall amidst the chaos, to be free of the shackles of his social status and claim his place in the heavens.