[DING!]
[Soul successfully integrated into the new body.][This world has been selected as the optimal environment for your growth.][Reincarnation complete.][Welcome to your new world, Host.]
Lucas let out a soft groan. The rays of light seeping through his eyelids were irritating. His body felt unfamiliar… light, yet fragile. A dull throb pulsed in his head.
Where am I?
Didn't I… die in that truck crash? I was covered in blood...
His thoughts began to spiral. Was this all just an illusion? His confusion deepened, and then he murmured to himself:
I really did die, didn't I?
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw a wooden ceiling. Burgundy and gold curtains framed the room, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of incense and healing herbs. This was no hospital. In fact, this wasn't even Earth.
This… was an entirely new world.
He took a deep breath and slowly turned his head.
At the bedside stood a young maid in a white uniform, holding a water bowl and a cloth. She jumped in surprise when she saw Lucas's eyes flutter open.
"Y-young master! You're awake!" she gasped, nearly dropping the bowl. Placing it on the table in a hurry, she rushed toward him. "I must inform the Duke immediately! Please, rest!"
Training? Duke?Lucas was confused. None of this made any sense to him.
He blinked and tried to sit up.
[Status: Consciousness stabilized.][Memory synchronization initiating…]
Suddenly, a torrent of memories flooded into his mind—memories that did not belong to him. They were from the previous owner of this body. The overwhelming rush of information sent a wave of pain crashing through his skull.
He was now Lucas Evercrest, the second son of Duke Aldren Evercrest, one of the most powerful nobles in the Kingdom of Thalor, a vassal state under the Velharia Empire, one of the Four Great Empires.
After letting it all sink in, he slowly, with newfound strength, stood up and walked toward the tall mirror in the corner of the room.
The reflection took his breath away.
It wasn't him—or at least, not the person he used to be.
Staring back at him was a handsome young man with jet-black, straight hair and radiant golden eyes that shimmered in the light. He had a slender build, but did not look weak. His facial features were noble. Graceful. Striking.
"This… is me?" he whispered.
Just then, the door burst open.
"Lucas!"
A tall man stepped into the room, wearing a dark coat embroidered with silver and black. His very presence filled the space. He had a stern face lined by a thick beard and the hardened eyes of a man who had seen many battles.
This was Duke Aldren Evercrest, Lord of the Southern Valemire Duchy—and Lucas's father.
He rushed to Lucas's side, concern etched across his features.
"Are you alright, son? They said you collapsed during training."
Lucas looked at him, unsure of what to say for a moment. Then he bowed his head slightly.
"I'm fine, Father. Just… a bit of a headache, that's all."
The Duke narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced, but said nothing. He placed a firm hand on Lucas's shoulder.
"You are not weak, Lucas. You carry the blood of the Evercrests. You are strong—but don't push yourself so hard. Do not neglect rest." His voice was strict but held a trace of warmth.
Lucas nodded silently, though a storm raged within him.
Satisfied that his son was alright, Duke Aldren exchanged a few more words before leaving the room.
Lucas was left alone—with his thoughts.
Yes, he had died.But now… he was reborn.
Into a medieval-like world of nobility, swords, magic, and the grand game of thrones.
He was no longer just a boy.He was Lucas Evercrest.