My mind felt light as a feather, no, it was rather like a pile of dust. Slowly scattering around with every small movement that caused a slight breeze.
While being careful as much as I could, I sent the small amount of the dust — a part of my mind — to the self-proclaimed protagonist of the world.
Slowly infiltrating into his mind through the borders, I increased my concentration to the maximum.
Reading the surface thoughts of people usually didn't cause any threats, but reading the memories of people was a risky move, a very risky move at that.
There was a high chance of getting overwhelmed by the sudden influx of memories and going mad, a chance to lose your identity and self if you take too much time in the other person's mind, a chance to have a split personality, and lastly, a chance to have changes in the personality.
Mind wasn't something to joke with.
Nevertheless, I was experienced in this kind of thing. So, there was no need to worry too much.
Gradually, I passed through the mind borders and a huge amount of information — memories — began to influx into my mind.
****
A gray-haired boy with crystal blue eyes was standing in front of a mirror — naked above the waist and with short hair tied to the back — with drops of water sliding from his newly washed face.
"Attack. Attack." The gray-haired boy, Lars, said with a very serious expression.
"Kyaaa! That was cool as heck! I'm the main character!"
****
"Oh is this the famous damsel in distress scenario? My protagonist senses are tingling!"
Whack! Thud!
Lars, this time punched a few thugs and sent them to the ground, foam was leaking from their mouths.
"Oh, lady, are you okay?" Lars asked the lady who was crying.
"Yes, thank you, sir knight. I'm okay because of you." The lady answers with a blush after seeing Lars's face from the close.
"That is a relief. If you don't mind, I can escort you to your house."
"No, thanks, sir knight, you already did too much."
Lars was disappointed. "I see. Then, can I at least get your number?"
"What number?"
"..."
"..."
"Oh, shit... I forgot there are no phones here..."
"What are you talking about, sir knight?" The lady's face began to grow cold. "You pervert! You can't ask a lady's three sizes!"
Whack!
"Ah! Please stop! I didn't mean that!"
The lady began to trash Lars around with her bag. Lars didn't escape or attack just protected his face with his arms.
"I said stop! I don't care about your three sizes or something! You are not even beautiful, let alone have a sexy body!"
WHACK!
The lady's expression broke because of the words that were uttered by Lars, and she hit him one more time, then ran away while crying more and wiping her tears with her sleeves.
Lars is a piece of shit who make ladies cry.
Don't be like him.
*****
Lars while admiring his muscular body.
"Damn, I'm hot! I pity the men of this world as I descended here!"
*****
Lars while trying to pick up girls.
"Hello beautiful lady, can I ge–"
"Fuck off, you dirty commoner!"
Whack!
"Agh... Again?"
*****
Lars while looking inside his pants.
"Woah, my little brother evolved!"
"Wohooooo!"
*****
All kinds of memories flowed into my mind as I tried to separate the important ones from the unimportant ones as much as I could. But it wasn't easy. Lars's mind had too many useless things rather than useful ones.
'Huh? There is no memory beyond here?' I thought with a shock. Lars's memories were cut off beyond a year before coming to the academy.
'Amnesia?' I guessed but quickly shook my head to this guess. Even if someone were to lose their memories or forget them, these memories didn't disappear. They always stay in the mind. Memories were eternal while the human body was not — even if the body and consciousness forget, the mind would store them for forever.
'Let's see what is his first memory. Maybe I can learn something about this.'
*****
Time slowed down and the heart stopped beating, but time didn't completely halt while the heart stopped beating entirely.
The face of the gray-haired young man was pale like a corpse and his crystal blue eyes were frozen without any light.
The young man was dead. His ribs were shattered, piercing his heart, and the bones of his hands crushed. Dried blood spots were present around his mouth to his cheek.
Then suddenly, the young man's eyes moved.
"Gah!"
He lifted his upper body and coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough!"
Black coagulated blood landed on his hands and a few drops of fresh blood dripped on the grass ground.
"Phew!"
The young man wiped his mouth and let out a breath and took a deep one again.
"Where am I? What happened to me?"
The young man was dazed as if something important came to his mind, but I couldn't see those thoughts. It was unexpected.
"Ah... I see... I died, huh? Who would have thought that I would transmigrate because of a truck? Just a moment of carelessness caused me to die a virgin!"
Tears came from the young man's eyes as he bellowed for about an hour.
Sometime later, the young man lost his strength and let himself fall on the grassy ground.
"What is this?" The young man murmured with blank eyes while taking out a bloodied —his own blood — letter from his pocket.
"Huh, what is it saying? 'It is our honor to invite you to our academy, Aurora Academy, Mister Lars Lightbringer. Bla blah blah.'"
"Lars Lightbringer? Aurora academy? Don't tell me!?"
The light of the young man's eyes recovered as a sudden, maybe even exaggerated amount of joy enveloped his heart and soul.
"I am the protagonist? I am the protagonist! Hahahahhahah! Hahahahah!"
"Harem of beautiful girls, long lifespan, limitless talent, the hero of the world, a being who can use both spiritual and physical mana! Yes, that is me!"
His joyful laughs reached over to the sky as he lost himself.
"Status!"
A blue paned opened tight before his eyes as the young man began to laugh again.
"Hahahhajajha! I have a status too, fools!"