Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his head.A splitting sensation tore through his skull, as if something was forcefully invading his mind. He gritted his teeth, clutching his head as a flood of foreign memories overwhelmed him. Fragments of a past that wasn't his own—names, faces, places, emotions—flashed before his eyes. A life lived, a history ingrained in the very flesh he now occupied.He gasped, pressing his forehead against the cold earth as the surge of memories slowly faded. His body trembled, his breath ragged."This body... it remembers," he muttered. "It knows things I don't."There was no longer any doubt. This was real. And Elias Varn was no longer who he used to be.Memories pieced themselves together, revealing his new identity.Vael Seraphis—the eldest son of the fallen noble house, the Viscount Seraphis family. But this body's previous owner had been far from noble. He was a liar and a deceiver, tricking countless people for his own gain. His actions led his family to ruin, dragging them to the brink of destruction. It started with small lies, small betrayals, but as they piled up, so did the consequences. To cover one crime, he committed another. To silence those who knew too much, he killed. Each sin weighed on him, yet instead of stopping, he sank deeper. Fear of being caught, of losing everything, of facing the people he had wronged—it all pushed him further down the path of no return. He wanted to make things right, but the guilt was unbearable, and his own cowardice kept him from taking responsibility.Unable to live with himself, he chose to run away, hoping to escape his past. But fate was cruel. Before he could get far, bandits attacked him. They robbed him, killed him, and left his body to rot in the middle of nowhere.Elias took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had read enough manga and fiction to recognize what had happened. He had been transmigrated. A new body, a new world. And, strangely enough, he wasn't panicked—if anything, he had always dreamed of something like this happening. he was calm and collected.The memories of this body also told him that it was governed by magic. Every person was born with a unique skill, one engraved into their soul. This body's skill was [Skill Creation], but it had been practically useless to its previous owner. To create something, one needed knowledge, and Vael Seraphis had none.Elias, however, was different. He had lived in a world of science, devoured countless books, and pursued knowledge as a scientist. To him, a skill like this was invaluable.Without thinking, words escaped his lips."Open status window."A sharp pulse ran through his mind. His vision blurred for a moment before a translucent screen flickered into existence before him.────────────────────────────────────[ STATUS WINDOW ]────────────────────────────────────◈ Name: Vael Seraphis [Elias Varn]◈ Race: Human◈ Age: 17◈ Title: Eldest Son of the Fallen Noble Viscount Seraphis Family◈ Soul Crest: 〚ERROR—MULTIPLE DETECTED〛◈ Primary Skill: 〚Skill Creation〛◈ Secondary Skill: 〚Gravity Manipulation〛◈ Mana Pool: ???◈ Physical Strength: [D+]◈ Magic Affinity: [A+]◈ Intelligence: [S+]◈ Status: 〚UNIDENTIFIED ENTITY〛────────────────────────────────────Elias frowned. His pulse quickened."Multiple detected? That shouldn't be possible..."According to this world's rules, every person was born with only one skill. Yet he had two.At the bottom of the screen, another notification appeared.────────────────────────────────────[ERROR]The original owner of this body is deceased. Due to an otherworldly soul transmigrating into this vessel, a new unique skill—[Gravity Manipulation]—has been acquired.────────────────────────────────────Elias's eyes widened in understanding. "I see... Since skills are engraved into the soul, every person can only have one. But because the original soul is gone and mine took over, I now have my own skill in addition to the one this body originally had."He exhaled deeply, trying to organize his thoughts. For the next hour, he sat still, sifting through his memories, recalling the necessary details about this world and this body's past.Finally, he stood up."Alright," he murmured. "If I've taken over this body, I need to leave my old identity behind. Elias Varn is gone. From now on, I am Vael Seraphis."To reinforce the thought, he repeated his new name and background, ensuring he wouldn't make any mistakes in the future. No one could know that the real Vael Seraphis was dead. This body was his now.Taking a deep breath, he turned his gaze toward the dense forest surrounding him."First, I need to get out of here and return home." He paused before correcting himself. "No... my home."And with that, he set off, walking with no clear direction. For a day and a half, he traveled through the wilderness, exhaustion gnawing at his limbs. But eventually, he reached his destination—the town where the Seraphis estate lay.The home of Vael Seraphis.