Imagine waking up one day to find yourself in another world. How would you react?
I know, it sounds absurd. Even as a renowned scientist and inventor, this is a scenario I've never seriously considered. I recall reading a book where the protagonist was hit by a truck and suddenly found himself reincarnated in a magical realm. Yet, I never thought I would encounter such an experience myself.
I tried to recall the events that led to my awakening in this unfamiliar world. I had been engrossed in my work on a miniature arc reactor in my lab when, without warning, a group of armed individuals stormed in and shot me. They didn't even give me a chance to react or defend myself.
As I lay there, losing consciousness, I saw my aide conversing with one of the men who had shot me. It was clear that I had been betrayed.
I cursed under my breath as the pieces fell into place. 'That bastard must have let them in. The alarm never went off. He was after my tech, wasn't he? A small arc reactor that could revolutionize power sources. I was just putting the final touches on it. I was going to change the world. But that traitor sent someone to kill me instead.'
I sighed, dismissing the thought. Dwelling on the past wouldn't do me any good now. I had to focus on navigating this new world. I gazed up at the twin moons in the sky, their alien beauty a stark reminder that I was far from home.
First things first, I needed to get out of this jungle and find someone—anyone—who could provide some answers. But what if there were no humans here? What if every living being was a monster? I took a deep breath to steady myself. Logically, this wasn't my original body. I had been taller and more muscular, but now I was shorter and leaner. And my clothes—they were straight out of a medieval film. There had to be others like me here.
I wondered about my appearance. With my Asian heritage in my past life, did I still look the same? Or did I now appear European? I wished I had a mirror to check.
But for now, I needed to move. I needed to find someone, anyone, who could help me make sense of this new world. Standing still wouldn't get me anywhere. It was time to take the first step into this unknown land and figure out where I was and what I was supposed to do next.
"Hmm... what about my..." I checked my pants to see if it was still there, and to my surprise, it was—and bigger than in my previous life. Hehehe.
"Whew. Thanks God."
In my past life, as I stood on the precipice of death, I was struck by a profound sense of regret at the thought of leaving this world as a virgin.
However, I couldn't linger in that thought. Leaving this place unarmed was a risk I couldn't afford to take. I needed to find something to serve as a weapon, just in case.
I scanned the woodland, my eyes landing on an oval-shaped stone about the size of a rugby ball. It bore a striking resemblance to obsidian from Earth, a material widely used during the prehistoric age. This could be perfect for crafting a blade. Obsidian, known for its sharpness, was often used to create cutting tools and weapons like blades and arrowheads. A well-made obsidian blade could be as sharp as a surgical steel scalpel.
With another stone, I carefully chipped away at the obsidian, piece by piece. It was a meticulous process that took around four hours, but the result was a fairly sharp edge. I fashioned it into a short knife, wrapping the rough handle in a piece of fabric from my clothing. I made a mental note to buy new clothes once I found a town and saved enough money.
Now, I needed to find something to eat, but I was wary of the unfamiliar fruits. There were plenty around, but I hesitated, fearing they might be poisonous.
Suddenly, a beast resembling a boar emerged from the underbrush, its eyes locked on me with aggressive intent. It had horns jutting from its mouth, and its tusks glinted menacingly in the dappled moonlight. The creature pawed at the ground, snorting and preparing to charge.
"Now this one looks edible," I muttered, gripping my obsidian knife tightly. As the boar lunged, I braced myself, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I sidestepped its initial charge, feeling the rush of air as it barreled past. The boar skidded to a halt and turned; its eyes wild with fury.
I circled the beast, keeping my knife at the ready. It charged again, and this time, I dove to the side, rolling to avoid its tusks. As it passed, I slashed at its flank, drawing a thin line of blood. The boar roared in pain and anger, turning to face me once more.
With a final, desperate lunge, the boar came at me. I stood my ground, waiting for the perfect moment. As it drew close, I ducked under its tusks and drove my knife deep into its neck. The boar thrashed and kicked, but I held on, twisting the blade until the creature finally collapsed, its breaths growing shallow and then still.
As the boar stopped moving, a bright yellow light emerged from its body. The light floated towards me, and I felt a surge of energy as it entered my body. It was as if I had absorbed the very essence of the beast.
"What was that?" I murmured, staring at my hands in disbelief. "Did I just absorb that light?"
I became curious. If this were a game, that light would symbolize the experience points I'd gain each time I defeated a monster. If my assumption was correct, killing more monsters and gaining experience would make me stronger. And in this unknown world, becoming stronger was crucial for survival.
I now have a plan, but first I must eat. I am starving.
Using the obsidian stone, I found earlier, I built a fire and roasted the boar I killed. I was fortunate to find a nearby lake that quickly provided me with drinking water.
After satisfying my hunger and quenching my thirst, I felt a renewed sense of energy coursing through my veins. The roasted boar meat was surprisingly delicious, and the water from the lake was refreshingly cool. I took a moment to gather my thoughts and plan my next steps. If this world operated on some kind of experience system, I needed to gain more strength to survive.
As I ventured deeper into the jungle, the dense foliage and eerie silence made me uneasy. The twin moons cast an ethereal glow, but the shadows seemed to dance with hidden dangers. Suddenly, I heard rustling in the bushes ahead. I gripped my obsidian knife tightly, ready for whatever might emerge.
A group of small, green creatures burst from the underbrush; their eyes gleaming with malice. Goblins. They were shorter than me, with pointed ears and sharp teeth. Their skin was a sickly green, and they wielded crude weapons—clubs and daggers made from bone and stone.
"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Just what I needed."
The goblins charged, their shrill cries echoing through the jungle. I braced myself, remembering the surge of energy I felt after defeating the boar. If I could absorb more of that light, I could become stronger.
The first goblin lunged at me; its dagger aimed at my chest. Surprisingly, it moved with the clumsiness of a child. I sidestepped and slashed with my knife, catching it across the arm. It yelped in pain but quickly recovered, attacking again. I ducked under its swing and drove my knife into its side. The goblin fell, and a bright yellow light emerged from its body, flowing into me.
The other goblins hesitated, seeing their comrade fall. I used the moment to my advantage, charging at the nearest one. We clashed, our weapons clanging against each other. I felt a sting as a dagger grazed my arm, but I ignored the pain, focusing on the fight.
One by one, I took down the goblins, each defeat bringing a surge of energy as I absorbed their light. By the time the last goblin fell, I was panting and covered in sweat, but I felt stronger than ever.
As I caught my breath, I noticed something strange. The world around me seemed to shimmer, and I could see faint, glowing lines of energy flowing through the air. It was as if I could see the very essence of the world, the mana that powered it.
"Mana sense," I whispered, recalling stories and games from my past life. This ability allowed me to perceive the magical energy around me, to understand its flow and manipulate it. It was a crucial step in learning to use magic.
With newfound determination, I set out to explore this ability. I focused on the glowing lines, trying to draw them towards me. At first, it was like grasping at smoke, but gradually, I felt a connection. The mana responded to my will, flowing into me and filling me with a warm, tingling sensation.
I practiced for hours, learning to control the mana, to shape it and direct it. It was exhausting work, but the potential was exhilarating. If I could master this, I could conjure magic, create spells, and defend myself against the dangers of this world.
But as I continued my journey, I realized that my stone knife would not be enough. The monsters I encountered were growing stronger, and I needed a more powerful weapon. I needed to learn to conjure magic, to manipulate the mana within me and turn it into a force to be reckoned with.
The days turned into weeks as I ventured deeper into this unknown forest. Each encounter with a monster brought a new challenge and a new opportunity to grow stronger. I absorbed the light from each defeated foe, feeling my power increase with every victory.
But the stone knife was becoming increasingly inadequate. The monsters were tougher, their hides thicker, and their attacks more deadly. I needed something more, something that could harness the mana I now sensed and controlled.
I sat by a campfire one night, staring into the flames as I pondered my next steps. The mana around me shimmered, and I reached out with my mind, drawing it towards me. I focused on shaping it, willing it to take form.
At first, nothing happened. The mana slipped through my mental grasp, elusive and unyielding. But I persisted, remembering the feeling of absorbing the light, the surge of energy that followed each victory. I channeled that energy, pouring it into my will.
Slowly, the mana began to respond. It coalesced, forming a glowing orb in my hand. I stared at it in awe, feeling the power pulsing within. This was magic, raw and untamed, waiting to be shaped by my will.
I practiced, learning to control the orb, to make it grow and shrink, to change its shape and intensity. It was a slow process, but with each attempt, I grew more confident, more skilled.
One day, as I faced a particularly fierce monster—a creature with scales like armor and claws like daggers—I knew it was time to put my newfound abilities to the test. I focused on the mana, drawing it towards me, shaping it into a blade of pure energy.
The monster barreled towards me, its claws gleaming in the waning afternoon sunlight. I held my ground, the mana blade humming with energy in my grasp. As the creature lunged, I swung the blade, the magical edge shearing through its scales with barely any resistance. The monster bellowed in agony, faltering and stumbling backward.
Seizing the opportunity, I pressed my advantage, striking swiftly and repeatedly. The mana blade danced and weaved, leaving trails of light in its wake as I carved through the creature's defenses. With a final, desperate roar, the monster collapsed, its life force flowing into me, amplifying my power.
I stood victorious, breath ragged and body drenched in sweat. A sense of triumph surged through me. I had truly done it. I had conjured magic, harnessed the mana within, and forged it into a formidable weapon. This was only the start. With each victory, I could grow stronger, more formidable.
Casting a glance skyward, I noticed the sun dipping below the horizon. Darkness would soon be upon me, and I needed to find a safe place to rest. The forest was not safe at night, filled with unknown dangers. A cave would be ideal, and there should be one nearby.
After a brief respite to catch my breath, I continued onward, trudging through the underbrush for over an hour. As I approached a nearby cliff, I spotted something in the distance that made my heart leap with hope—a town nestled in the valley below. The sight of civilization filled me with renewed determination, and I hastened my pace towards the promise of safety and answers.
I finally discovered a settlement nearby. I should hurry there to rest. Perhaps I can exchange the remaining boar meat I brought with me for some money or a temporary place to stay.
As I approached the gate, the two guards standing watch immediately recognized me and shouted.
"Young master! You're alive! Thank the heavens you're safe. The Lord has been so worried about your disappearance. Where have you been?"
"Huh?" I paused, taken aback. "Young master?" I blinked in surprise.
Did he just call me that? But how could I understand him? The language was unfamiliar, yet the meaning was clear. It was as if the knowledge of this language was inherently tied to this body, like a preinstalled program in my head. Was this some peculiar benefit of inhabiting this new form?
The guard called out again, "Young master?"
'Why do they keep calling me that? Am I some sort of noble?' I wondered.
"Am I from here? Do I know you two?" I asked, genuinely confused.
The two men exchanged a look of concern. "Of course, you're from here!" the taller one exclaimed. "What happened? Do you not remember us? It's me, Orion, and this here is James. Did you get hurt?"
I hesitated, then lied, "I... I did get hurt. When I woke up in a forest, I couldn't remember anything." There's no way I could tell them I'm not originally from this world.
"What?!" Orion's eyes widened in shock. "You lost your memory? And you were in the Devil's Forest all this time?"
James nodded in agreement. "We need to inform the Lord immediately. Come with us, young master. We'll have a healer look at you."
"Healer?" I asked, a note of caution in my voice. "What will they do to me?"
Orion gave me a reassuring smile. "They'll use healing magic, of course. Everything will be alright."
'Magic? So, it really is common in this world,' I thought to myself. It made sense, considering I was able to use it after all.
"Let's go inside quickly. James, stay here and keep watch over the gate."
"Understood."
Orion escorted me to a waiting carriage, its dark frame blending with the night. As we set off, the carriage rumbled along a path lit only by the faint glow of the twin moons overhead. The trees lining the road cast long, dancing shadows, and the air was filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures stirring.
As the carriage rolled on, I peppered Orion with questions about my identity. According to him, I was Draven, the eldest son of Baron Caspian and Baroness Seraphina Eisenhart. I had three younger sisters: Nyla, Nicolette, and Isolde. As the heir of House Eisenhart, I had apparently been missing for a month, kidnapped during a trip out of town.
The carriage wound through the countryside, the landscape now a silvery tableau under the moonlight. Fields stretched out into the darkness, and the occasional glow of a candle in a cottage window broke the monotony of the night. The cool night air carried the scent of damp earth and the faintest hint of smoke from distant chimneys.
But the tranquil scene did little to quell the questions churning in my mind. Kidnapped? That explained some things, but it also raised more questions. Why was I abandoned in the forest? If the kidnappers wanted to kill me, why didn't they? The situation didn't make sense, and I had more questions than answers. For now, though, I needed to focus on surviving. Waking up as a noble gave me a better chance in this unfamiliar world, and I was about to meet my so-called family.
"I've already sent a messenger on the fastest horse to inform Lord Eisenhart that you're alive and on your way home," Orion said, guiding the carriage through a vast garden. The flowers were mere shadows in the night, but the scent of blooms filled the air, sweet and heady.
As we approached the mansion, the grandeur of the estate came into full view, even in the dim light. The manor was an imposing structure of stone and timber, with tall towers and sprawling wings. Lanterns hung at the entrance, casting a warm glow that spilled out onto the drive. A tall blond man, a striking woman with dark gray hair, and three young girls rushed out to embrace me as the carriage rolled to a stop.
"Draven, thank the heavens you're alive! You have no idea how terrified we were when we learned you'd been kidnapped!" the woman cried, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Son, what happened? I heard you were in the devil's forest and was injured," the man asked, his voice grave with concern.
"I can't remember anything," I lied, shaking my head as if trying to clear the fog. "When I woke up, I was alone in the wilderness. I don't even remember my name or my family. It's all just... blank. I must have hit my head."
"What?!" The Baron's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he summoned a healer, who arrived promptly, her robes rustling softly in the night.
She cast a spell on me, "A lumine aurorae, pura et clara, Sanare corpus, restaurare virtutem. Fila vitae, texere novum, Vulneribus curare, profundis et veris. Curatio!"
If I translate it, it would mean: "By the light of dawn, so pure and bright, Mend the flesh, restore the might. Threads of life, weave anew, Heal the wounds, both deep and true. Healing!"
A radiant green light enveloped me, banishing all my aches and pains instantly.
As a scientist, I was already eager to study the intricacies of this world—especially magic. Could I learn it, too? The thought stirred a mix of excitement and nervous energy within me.
"Do you remember anything now?" my father asked, his voice tinged with hope and hesitation.
"I'm sorry, but I still can't recall anything," I said, maintaining the lie. There was no way I could reveal the truth—that I wasn't truly his son.
He sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly, though he quickly mustered a small smile. "It's all right, son. What matters is that you're safe and back home with us. I've instructed the chefs to prepare a feast to celebrate your return. Let's eat together."
"Thank you, Father. That sounds wonderful," I replied. It would be wise to observe and learn their customs, starting with their food.
Soon, we were seated at a grand dining table. Servants brought out dishes that were simple yet carefully arranged. Bowls of clear soup and platters of fresh fruit dominated the spread, accompanied by a variety of meat dishes—roasted bird, grilled fish, and stewed beef.
I reached for the soup first, taking a tentative sip. It was bland—almost flavorless, as though it were little more than boiled water with a hint of herbs. Next, I tried the roasted bird. While the texture was fine, the taste was similarly plain, lacking the seasoning or depth I expected.
My father noticed my hesitation. "Is something wrong, Draven?"
I paused, carefully considering my response. "No, it's just... different from what I remember. I suppose my taste has changed after spending so much time away."
He nodded, seeming thoughtful. "The chefs prepared this with care, but if you'd like, I can have them adjust the recipes for your palate."
"There's no need. This is more than enough," I said quickly, not wanting to offend. As I chewed on a piece of stewed beef, my mind wandered. Was this lack of flavor a cultural preference, or was it a reflection of limited resources in this region?
The rest of the meal passed with light conversation. My father spoke of the estate and the people who had eagerly awaited my return. I responded politely, all the while making mental notes of everything I observed.
When the meal ended, my father placed a hand on my shoulder. "You've been through a lot, son. Rest now. We'll speak more tomorrow."
"Thank you, Father," I said, standing.
"Arnold!" my father called, and a tall man in a black suit stepped forward.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Escort Draven to his room and have the maids prepare a bath for him."
"Right this way, young master," Arnold said, gesturing for me to follow.
As I left the dining hall, I couldn't shake the sense that there was so much more to uncover about this world—its food, its customs, and its secrets. One thing was certain: I needed to adapt quickly if I was to survive and thrive here.
When we reached my room, I found clean clothes neatly laid out on the bed. The maids must have prepared them for me.
"Good evening, young master. My name is Suzy, and I'm your personal maid. These two here are Mecca and Wendy, my assistants," a maid introduced herself with a polite bow.
She appeared to be around my age, with dark hair that gave her an Asian appearance, and her eyes were reminiscent of those from East Asia. Her fair complexion added to her striking resemblance to a K-pop idol dressed in a maid's uniform. She was the only person I'd seen so far who had such features; the rest of the staff looked distinctly Western. Suzy must have been informed about my memory loss, as she and the others were introducing themselves without any prompting.
"Nice to meet all of you. I'd like to take a bath. Could you show me where the bathroom is?" I asked, keeping my tone polite.
"We've already prepared hot water for you, young master. We'll assist you with your bath," Suzy replied promptly, her tone cheerful and professional.
"What?! No, I can handle it myself. I just need you to lead me there," I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my face.
Suzy hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head slightly, as if surprised by my reaction. "But, young master, it's our duty to assist you with your bath. We've always done so." She wasn't going to give up. "We were overjoyed that you returned; if you hadn't, we could have lost our jobs because you were no longer here. So, kindly allow us." she said, her eyes begging with tears.
"Fine! Help me clean myself, then," I sighed, relenting. Those pleading looks made it impossible to refuse their help. Still, I couldn't help but question whether this was truly appropriate.
"Come this way, young master. I'll lead you to your bath," Suzy said, guiding me to a room adjacent to my bedroom. The dim lighting offered a small comfort, making the situation feel slightly less embarrassing.
"We will now help you undress," she announced matter-of-factly.
"I can undress myself," I replied quickly, my face heating up.
"But, young master, it's our duty," Suzy insisted, her voice unwavering.
"Okay, okay, fine. Geesh." I sighed again, trying to mask my discomfort. Reluctantly, I let them proceed.
As Suzy stepped forward to assist, a mix of nerves and unfamiliar excitement surged through me. This was far outside anything I'd ever experienced.
She started by gently removing my shirt, folding it neatly before moving on to my pants. That's when I realized something I'd overlooked earlier—there was no underwear beneath the clothes I'd woken up in.
Oh no. A wave of embarrassment hit me. She's going to see everything. But then again, this was her idea, right?
As I got excited, I couldn't help but get hard down there. I just let them do whatever they wanted as she slowly undressed my pants. It went booing when my pants are now down on my knees.
"Oh!" Suzy's eyes widened. "Young master, you are really hard. Do you want us to calm it for you?"
"Wh- what?! Ahh.. Yeah, Sure, do as you please." I shyly respond. Since we are now on this situation there is no holding back. "You might wet your clothes if you don't take them all off." I told them.
"You want us to take off our clothes too young master?" One of the maids asked.
"I just mean that you might get your clothes wet if you don't take them off while helping me clean up."
"Understood, we will undress ourselves as you wish."
I hadn't meant to blurt it out like that, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn't believe they were actually going along with it. My excitement grew as I watched them slowly remove their uniforms. It was the first time I'd seen anyone undress in front of me, and the sensation was intoxicating.
Suzy was the first to fully reveal herself. She had a petite frame and small breasts, but I wasn't complaining. Mecca was next, her dark brown hair cascading down as she exposed her tempting physique and ample bust. Wendy followed suit, her body mirroring Mecca's in all the right places. They were all stunningly beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes off them. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
"Is this... a usual part of my bath routine?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"Yes, young master," Suzy replied. "We help you relax when you're hard like this. It's part of our duties." The other two maids nodded in agreement.
I hesitated before asking, "And my father knows about this?"
"Yes, young master, but not entirely." Suzy said, kneeling before me. "We were instructed to provide you with the utmost care."
Mecca began to bathe my upper body using a small dipper, while Wendy tended to my back. Suzy, meanwhile, took it upon herself to attend to my most intimate needs. I gasped as she grasped me, her touch sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure through my body.
"Suzy..." I murmured, my voice catching as she began to stroke me. "That feels... incredible." She quickened her pace at my encouragement, her touch confident and skilled.
I couldn't help but wonder what more she could do. "Suzy, would you... use your mouth?" I asked tentatively.
She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine before she slowly leaned in. I could feel her warm breath before her lips made contact, her mouth enveloping me in heat. I suppressed a groan, my hands finding their way to her breasts, then to Mecca's hips, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on her soft skin.
Suzy's mouth created a rhythm, suction and release, her tongue swirling. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing. I grasped Mecca's hip more firmly, my fingers dipping between her legs, finding her warm and slick. She gasped, her body pressing against my hand.
"Young master," Suzy pulled back, her hand replacing her mouth, her pace quickening. "You're close, aren't you?"
I could only nod, my body tense with anticipation. With a final stroke, she brought me to climax, my release pulsing swiftly onto Suzy's breast.
Suzy washed herself with water, then returned to clean me using her tongue, her tongue gentle and thorough. I turned my attention back to Mecca, my fingers exploring her depths, her breath hitching with each movement. Wendy watched, her breath coming in soft gasps as she anticipated her turn.
"Young master," Mecca murmured, her body trembling under my touch. "This is... new."
"Shh," I soothed, my other hand finding Wendy, my fingers mirroring the rhythm I set in Mecca. "Let me take care of you both."
Their moans filled the air, their bodies arching into my touch. I could feel Suzy's mouth on me again, her tongue tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. I pulled her away gently, not ready to finish again so soon.
Instead, I turned my attention to her, my mouth finding her center, my tongue tasting her sweetness. She gasped, her hands finding my hair, her body pressing against my mouth. I could feel her pleasure building, her body tensing, her moans growing louder.
I pulled back, looking up at her. "Turn around, Suzy," I whispered. "Place your hands on the wall." She complied, her body trembling with anticipation. I guided myself to her wet entrance, my body pressing against hers.
"Young master," she gasped as I entered her, her body stretching to accommodate me. "It's... it's my first time like this," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
I stilled, giving her time to adjust. "I'll be gentle," I promised, my voice soft. I began to move, my body rocking against hers, my hands finding her hips, my fingers guiding my pace.
Mecca and Wendy watched, their bodies still trembling from their own releases, their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. I could feel Suzy's pleasure building, her body tensing around me.
"Young master," she gasped, her body arching against mine. "I'm... I'm close."
I quickened my pace, my body chasing its own release. With a final thrust, I sent us both over the edge, our bodies pulsing in unison, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As we caught our breath, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had pleased them all, and in doing so, found my own pleasure. It was a first for me, but I knew it wouldn't be the last.
Afterwards, I allowed them to clean me and assist with my clothing. Exhaustion washed over me, and I requested that they let me rest. The day had been long and taxing, and I needed to recuperate.