'.....'= Thoughts 

"....."= Conversations 

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It was a beautiful sunny day, and Harry was excited to be playing football with his friends at the local field. The grass was green, and the sky was clear as they set up the makeshift goalposts and divided into two teams. Harry's team was wearing red shirts, and they were ready to defend their goal post against the opposing team, who were wearing blue shirts.

The game began, and both teams were moving swiftly across the field, passing the ball and trying to outmaneuver each other. Harry was determined to win, and he was giving it his all as he ran and tackled the opposing team's players. The ball was constantly changing possession as both teams fought for control.

As the game progressed, the opposing team managed to gain the upper hand and started to move towards Harry's team's goal post. Harry could see Ron, one of the opposing team's strongest players, leading the charge towards their goal. Ron was skilled at dribbling the ball and evading tackles, making it difficult for Harry and his teammates to stop him.

Harry was focused on stopping Ron, who was getting closer and closer to their goal. He could feel the pressure mounting as he sprinted across the field, trying to keep up with Ron. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he focused on the ball, determined to prevent the opposing team from scoring.

Ron made a swift move and managed to evade the last defender, leaving only Harry between him and the goal post. As Ron wound up for a powerful kick, Harry threw himself at the ball, hoping to block it with all his might. The force of Ron's kick sent the ball hurtling towards the goal post, and Harry knew he had to act fast.

In a split second decision, Harry lunged towards the ball, desperate to stop it from reaching the goal post. But in his haste, he misjudged the distance and speed, and as he collided with the sidebar of the goal post, he felt an excruciating pain in his nuts. The impact was so intense that it caused severe internal injuries, and Harry fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

His friends rushed towards him, their faces filled with concern as they saw Harry clutching his injured scrotum. The pain was unbearable, and Harry could barely comprehend what had just happened. He knew he was in serious trouble as he struggled to breathe and stay conscious, despite all the pain.

An ambulance was called, and Harry was rushed to the hospital.

Regrettably, Harry had already taken his last breath in the ambulance before reaching the hospital.

Few seconds before his death, Harry felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if he were being pulled from his body and thrust into the unknown. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself in a totally unfamiliar room.

As he took in his surroundings, Harry realized that he was no longer in the ambulance he knew.

Harry sat up slowly, his head spinning with confusion. He couldn't comprehend where he was or how he got here. He looked down at his body, his hands trembling as he assessed the unfamiliar surroundings. His hands instinctively went towards his balls, he realized that there was no pain. It was a peculiar sensation, knowing the agony he had experienced before.

As he continued to inspect himself, his eyes fell on his arm, which was crudely bandaged with a bit of red blood seeping through.

He felt the pain in his arm, but that was nothing compared to the agony that had led to his death. He felt a shiver in his spine even while remembering the unimaginable pain he had gone through from having his balls crushed.

His mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. 'This isn't my body,' he thought to himself, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. 'I'm in someone else's body. But how is that even possible?'

He tried to process the inexplicable turn of events, his thoughts coming in a frantic whirlwind. "Did I... transmigrate?" he muttered to himself, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. It sounded like something out of the webnovels he used to read frequently, not something that could happen in real life. And yet, here he was, in a body that didn't belong to him, in a place he couldn't recognize.

His heart raced as he grappled with the concept of transmigration. It was as if he had been abruptly torn away from everything he knew and thrust into this bewildering new reality. He felt a surge of panic rising within him, but he forced himself to take deep, steadying breaths. "Okay, Harry, think," he murmured, trying to calm the chaos in his mind.

He replayed the events leading up to this moment, trying to find some semblance of logic. He remembered the strange sensation he felt right before he passed away in the ambulance, the sensation of being pulled from his body. Was that the moment when this transmigration occurred? But how could he even begin to comprehend something so inexplicable?

As he pondered his circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the body he now inhabited. Every movement, every breath felt foreign and unfamiliar. It was as if he were wearing a suit that didn't quite fit, and he couldn't shake off the unsettling sensation.

Despite the overwhelming uncertainty, Harry was a man of logic and reason. He knew that he had to come to terms with this new reality and figure out a way forward. It was a daunting task, to say the least, but he refused to succumb to despair.

"I need to find out more about this, about why this happened and what I'm supposed to do now," he said aloud, the sound of his own voice offering a strange sort of comfort in the midst of chaos. He knew he couldn't stay holed up in this room forever, lost in a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

Just as he was about to get up from the chair, a series of information entered his brain. Harry clutched his head as a frown drew upon his face.

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