In an ancient ruin, a young man sat with his back against a stone slab. His dirty black hair wafted slowly in the breeze.

Ren surveyed the dusty ruins before him. "Have I transmigrated?" he wondered. Slowly, he stood up, his eyes moving to his weak, skinny hands. They looked different—pale and veiny, as if life could leave them at any moment.

"I'm definitely not in my own body," Ren sighed deeply.

He had inherited all the memories of the previous owner of this body—a 17-year-old orphan who had just died, with no family or relatives by his side, left to rot from a strange illness.

Although the memories of the previous owner lingered in his mind, Ren felt no sympathy for taking over his body. The boy was already dead, and this place wasn't his home—not even his original body.

"What was my original name?" he pondered, furrowing his brows. The answer eluded him. How could he forget something so crucial? His memories were hazy, as if a mental barrier was preventing him from remembering. Occasionally, fleeting sparks would pass through this barrier, only to fade away again.

Images of what seemed to be a sibling, then a lover, then a family briefly passed by, leaving only a sense of longing in their wake.

"I need to find a way back."

Looking around, he saw stone slabs scattered amongst the rotten grass. Columns and sections of what seemed to be a temple were spread out around him. Lifeless and devoid of activity, the ruins seemed to embody death. No birds chirped, no plants grew, even the sun appeared melancholy.

While exploring, he discovered a small, ancient-looking book lying on the ground to his right.

"How could I have missed this?"

Hesitantly, Ren picked it up, unsure if it was safe to touch. The title page bore ancient-looking symbols spelling out "Night Arts" by Mekiare BackleMore. Surprisingly, he could read the symbols. Instinctively, he knew the language was Redis, the empirical language. Things that shouldn't have made sense suddenly did, as if all the knowledge of the previous Ren had flowed into him.

"Hahaha, I didn't know orphans were educated."

He smirked as he opened the book. How fortunate he was to possess the knowledge of reading in a world reminiscent of ancient times, where no smartphones or technology existed, and knowledge was power.

"I better examine this properly. After all, it could be a lead on how to return home."