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After a long time, Reinhart forced himself to get up.
The first thing he felt was cold—
not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that sinks into your bones, patient and cruel.
He opened his eyes.
A river stretched before him, red and sluggish like liquid rust. The surface reflected a sky that bled at the edges — crimson clouds curling over black water. The air smelled of iron.
Below him lay thousands of gold coins, strings, corpses, and rifles — all dyed in blood.
And there, in the middle of it all, was a man on his knees.
His left arm was missing, torn off at the shoulder, and from his back writhed tentacles, dark as night and pulsing with faint light. They moved like they were alive — no, like they were in pain.
The man's head tilted up slowly, eyes locking onto Reinhart. They weren't human eyes. They were too deep, like deep wells in horror movies
Then, in less than a heartbeat, the man was right in front of him.
Reinhart didn't even see him move — one blink, and he was there, inches from his face.
The tentacles froze.
The man opened his mouth — but instead of words, Reinhart heard an echo inside his skull he couldn't recognize.
And then — nothing.
The world shattered like glass.
...
11 p.m., Valdric Palace
Reinhart gasped awake, heart hammering, his body drenched in sweat. His eyes were wet — tears clung to his lashes, though he felt nothing except a hidden fear he couldn't quite place.
He stared at his trembling hands.
What was that? A dream? A memory of the original guy? Or a damn ghost?
Why is my transmigration life becoming like this? This was supposed to go smoothly — I didn't sign up for this!
First the hellish training, then someone throws a literal bomb at me in broad daylight, and now haunted dreams?
I swear, whoever I offended — I'm sorry, alright? Just let me live in peace!
Transmigration is supposed to be about a new world, dream life, and women…
And what do I get? Training, explosions, and nightmares!
Before he could think further, a sharp voice cut through the haze.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Reinhart turned his head — and froze.
A tall woman stood beside his bed, moonlight outlining her silhouette like a divine punishment.
Blonde hair tied carelessly. Broad shoulders. Muscles like chiseled stone beneath her coat. She looked like someone who could crush a bear by accident.
She glared down at him, arms crossed.
"I leave for a few months," she said, voice dripping with command, "and you nearly get yourself killed. Do you know how ruined my mood for this vacation is now, you weakling?"
Reinhart blinked. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"
She didn't bother answering.
Instead, she reached for the fruit basket near his bedside, plucked out an apple, and with one smooth motion — jumped straight out the window.
Reinhart heard her boots crunch against the gravel below, followed by her voice yelling something to a guard.
He lay there, staring at the open window, wind ruffling his hair.
Based on her appearance and the way she spoke, he already had a rough idea of her identity.
It must be his sister — whose name he hadn't even bothered to ask anyone .
"I almost died," he muttered, "and still got yelled at by my own sister for ruining her mood, huh."
...
Morning came quickly and he rose early this morning, looks like he made a habit of waking up early because of his past weak training
When reinhart woke up , he sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the white curtains fluttering in the morning breeze. His arm ached, his head throbbed, and his body felt like it had been borrowed from an eighty-year-old man
A man in a long white coat came and stood before him, flipping through a clipboard. His glasses sat low on his nose
"You're alright for now," the doctor said finally, setting the papers aside. "You're lucky that you awakened your mana two weeks ago — because of that, your natural healing process has accelerated, and you've recovered quickly."
The doctor continued "However," he continued, adjusting his spectacles, "the skin behind your right ear was burned. It will heal, but a permanent mark will remain there."
Reinhart instinctively touched the spot. His fingertips met a white dressing there — it covered a small area and was well hidden under his hairs
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. " phew , I was lucky that my face did not get damaged "
The doctor then scribbled something on his clipboard and said " you should rest today my lord , and can resume your regular activities from tomorrow "
The doctor then walked out, muttering something about " i wonder how much more i have to work before I sleep "
Silence crept back into the room.
Reinhart leaned against the headboard, staring at the ceiling and tried to close his eyes again but the moment he closed them he remembered that blood river scene
" DAMN !!! "
He tried to shake it off, but the memory clung to him like smoke
...
Throughout the day , He was not able to relax for a single second as soon as he tried to rest , that damn scene came into his mind like a nightmare
His father , the duke leon von valdric came by in the afternoon
He'd visited quietly — no dramatic speeches, no comforting words. Just stood there, asked about his condition, nodded once, and left.
No warmth. No smile. Just duty disguised as care.
Reinhart sighed. "Even after transmigration, dads are still emotionally unavailable for me . Some things never change."
The barbarian from yesterday had also barged in at evening— his sister, as he now knew. Evelyn von Valdric.
Her entrance had been nothing short of an invasion.
She'd kicked open the door like she was raiding a bandit hideout, scolded him for ten straight minutes, then tossed a basket of fruit onto his lap and declared, "Don't think I care or anything. You just dying would ruin our family's reputation!"
Then she'd stormed out again, muttering about her ruined vacation plans.
Reinhart couldn't help but smile at the memory.
"Yeah, sure. You definitely don't care," he murmured.
But he remembered the way her voice trembled when she said before leaving. A tsundere through and through — armored in pride, but warm somewhere deep inside.
If only she wasn't my sister
And Catherine…
He closed his eyes, her image came , her laugh and her without c.....
" What the hell is wrong with me ? "
She was fine, mostly. The doctor had told him when he visited at evening to check my condition again , she'd suffered a head injury and because of which needed a few weeks off.
Still, the thought of her being injured twisted something in him — maybe sadness , maybe something else.
Then came the part that hit hardest.
Both the driver and the bodyguard hadn't made it.
He didn't even know their names.
Reinhart stared at his bandaged hands.
"Damn it," he muttered. "I didn't even ask them their names."
He'd joked and laughed with them — and now they were gone, just like that. Two lives erased in an instant, while he sat here complaining about scars.
The silence grew heavier, pressing against his chest until he felt he couldn't breathe.
" Why am I so mentally weak , anyone else in his situation might have just got over these things , while he was here mourning the death of some extras in his story without any name "
He sighed and steeled his heart and spent the entire following night motivating and adjusting his mindset