Chapter 1 : Transmigration
"Where am I? What is this place?" Lucien said, bewildered at the unfamiliar surroundings. He remembered he was lying on his bed, now he was also lying on a bed, but the mat was made of unknown leaves, not like the foam on his bed.
"Ding! Congratulations!"
"The Many Children Many Blessing System is successfully integrated."
Hearing the voice in his mind, he was shocked! He couldn't believe it. After all, the system was the golden finger of the transmigrators, their key to success in a new world.
"Wait, wait. Transmigrator?" he said, looking around him. He looked at his hand, his fingers slender and strong, a far cry from the weak, trembling hands he had on Earth. He tried to stand up, and although this body was still weak, he felt that it was much stronger.
"Does that mean I was transmigrated?" He looked around, searching for a mirror, but he found nothing. But he found a mug made of wood, full of water, on a small table made of bamboo beside him.
He looked at the mug, his eyes widened in surprise. He didn't recognize the one in the reflection on the water, but he knew that it was him. The reflection on the mug has silver hair,clear brown eyes and a handsome face.
"So, I was really transmigrated," he sighed with relief. Although he was from Earth, he didn't have a family there. He was an orphan, with a weak, sickly body and poor eyesight. He was 20 years old, with an average appearance on Earth. He couldn't go out for long because he felt tired when he stayed longer.
Luckily, there were kindhearted people in the orphanage taking care of him. His only hobby was reading novels, using the old phone with a blurry screen given to him, and using the free wi-fi at the orphanage that was installed by the government.
He was able to access the internet and read novels. Now, it seemed, he was living in one of those worlds.
"You finally wake up!"
Lucien was startled by the girl's voice. He looked around and saw a young girl, around 15 or 16 years old, standing beside his bed. She had blue hair, like the color of a summer sky, and blue eyes that sparkled like a gem. Although her hair and skin were dry, you could see that when she grew up, she would become a beauty. She was delicate, petite, and cute, with a round, beautiful face and a temperament of a shy girl. She was like a delicate flower, fragile but full of life.
Lucien pretended to lose his memories and asked, "Who are you?" He was still trying to process the fact that he had been transmigrated, that he was no longer on Earth.
The girl was puzzled but she still answered, "I'm Freya," the girl said, her voice soft and sweet like a summer breeze.
"Where am I?" He asked again, his voice laced with confusion.
"Ah... this." The girl looked at Lucien with understanding. "You probably lost your memories from the fall when you gathered mushrooms at the foot of the mountain." Her words were full of worry, her concern evident in her tone.
"We are located in Bamboo Village, at the foot of Whispering Mountain. You must be trying to find out if I'm related to you."
"To tell you I'm not," her voice trembling, "I'm from the nearby village, but, but..." Her hands trembled, tears flowing down her eyes. She was trying to explain, but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
Lucien, looking at her, felt a pang of pity. He walked forward to comfort her, before he could speak, he was hugged by her, her small frame trembling against him.
A few seconds later, Freya spoke again, her voice choked with sobs. "I, I was from the nearby village, but it was attacked by bandits, and I was the only one who escaped," she said, her body trembling, her voice choked with sobs. "When I escaped 10 days ago, you brought me to your house. You said your only family, your grandfather, died 2 years ago. That's all I know about you."
While Freya was crying on his shoulder, Lucien asked the system, but it didn't respond. He felt a strange sense of frustration, like he was being ignored. But then he saw an option in the side of his sight, a faint blue menu that seemed to shimmer in and out of existence. He clicked at the air, but nothing happened. He realized that it was a mental interface, something he had only read about in novels. He decided to stay on his mind. "System, open my personal status."
The option at the side of his right eye expanded, and he could see his own status.
Name: Lucien
Age: 17
Magic Cultivation: None
Body Cultivation: None
Class: None
Magic Aptitude: poor
Body Aptitude: poor
Elemental Affinity: None
Spell and Skill: None
Spouse: None
Offspring: None
He sighed. "I didn't have elemental affinity, even my aptitude is poor," he muttered. Although he didn't know much about aptitude, he had a feeling that "Poor" was the lowest possible rating. He shook his head and didn't bother to dwell on it. "I have a system, even though my aptitude is poor, maybe I have a way to improve it, or become stronger with the help of the system."
Lucien also knew that he needed to utilize the system, especially with the possibility of bandit attacks. "I need to get stronger, strong enough to protect myself and those important to me." He thought of the young girl hugging him, her small frame trembling with grief. "Since there is one here, why not try?" he thought, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Even though I never experienced having a girlfriend, I read some of the novels. I just need to try my best."
A few moments later, Freya stopped crying. She removed her hands hugging Lucien, looking at him, her eyes red and puffy. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still thick with emotion.
Lucien, staring into her eyes, held both of her hands. "No need for you to thank me," he said, his voice firm and sincere. "Just promise you won't leave me."
Freya was startled. She tried to remove her hands, but he held them firmly. She also stared at him, their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them.
Lucien didn't beat around the bush. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The girl didn't respond at first, her body stiff with surprise. But as the kiss deepened, she also responded, her lips meeting his tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. Although her kiss was a bit clumsy, like Lucien's, who had never experienced such a thing, there was a raw, undeniable passion in it.
Story continues…