3 days before the transmigration
A hooded young man ran through the busy streets of Corelus,
"Theif!"
A man deep voice rang throughout the crowded streets;In the past,he would've not dared to walk these streets or steel anything…
Guess old habits die hard..
Damn it…Why the hell that have to happen'
He ran further as he went through the steep walls of ally's…
The Micheal was familiar with the areas,maybe due to the amount of times he and stolen food…
He gulped as he gradually escaped through a broken wall,losing the man….
Micheal let out a deep sigh…
As he looked at the fruits of his cheap efforts
It was a mark,bearing that of a crest whom resembled that of two swords piercing the sun…
"…This…I found it…"
—————present day
Michael strode through the muddy grounds of the outskirts of Von Ordis, just beyond the outer walls of Gallade Fortress.
The memory of the knights' march — and the thoughts that followed — still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
As he walked, the villagers whispered among themselves. Though he had grown used to it over the past three days, Michael still clicked his tongue in irritation.
The former Michael, according to rumors, had been a loud trickster who often terrorized the outskirts — or so they said, at least.
Now, his sudden "change" could easily make the guard knights of Gallade suspicious enough to detain him.for whatever reason..
Though before Micheal could curse the villagers any longer,He swiftly meet a crowd of people surrounding seemingly seemed to be a innocent person…
Micheal took a gasp as he looked swiftly around…The crowned had mixed of emotions,Some angered,some scared,some tainted with distain,and others for were as confused as him..
As he looked onwards the people threw bricks,mud balls and stones at the man…
It was a deranged sight whom which gave Micheal a deep seeded pain ob his stomach…He felt hurt,as if he felt this before…Though he clearerly didn't…
Micheal's old memories flash,of similliar scene,
it was that of a stoned men,within a massive hall…Too luxurious for a street rat to be in,those had blue eyes,…They seemed to be dead,all across the hall flooded with burning blood but before Micheal could react he snapped back to reality,
As the stones man rushed at the crowd,He toppled among the men,as the,midnight crawls,made the scene look way more chaotic,…
The man now had burn marks,even though he had no burns earlier,…He rushed,like wildfire,consuming and destroying everything
,..It was a bloody scene…
"I seemingly forgot about that…The sun had became our enemy…."
This world,was conquered by a the tyranny of the great sun…What a terrifying truth,..All beings whom laid eyes upon it is truly doomed to become fallen and monstrous
Though luckily Micheal didn't experience himself as the last sunlight were drawn a day before his transmigration,meaning no sunlight falls upon him this week…
"I-I should leave this place…"
As Micheal said those words one lone man jumped at the now creature of a former man,
Their armors were plated black steal,one of a monstrous knight whom raidiated an aura like fire
His presence was that of a burning tower,never wayning and never breaking
And with one single precise and
Brilliant moment the creature was split in half,ashes flew as the creature disintegrated..
Micheal could almost glimpse a fire burning of the man,and as the sword burned with fire…
The crowd cheered as a the knight og teh Battalion safely protected the outskirts…
The outskirts,The outskirts whom shunned those pained people…The outskirts whom leave children behind….The same outskirts whom lay siege to their heroes,jist to gain their needs…
Tho who could blame them?They had nothing,left with nothing,and adapting with nothing….Maybe I see myself in them…or maybe I'm just a embodiment of these same outskirts..
...How pathetic and insignificant…
Micheal had now just had a bad mood creating a deep silence within him
A sudden cramp twisted his stomach.
"Ahh, I need food…" he groaned.
"Crap! I already spent everything on that damn bread!"
He finally looked around, realizing he had wandered to the very edge of the massive outer wall. The light of the twin moons shimmered along its rim, scattering into a thousand shifting colors.
As he tilted his head upward, his eyes caught two bright stars — one red, the other blue. A strange, heavy familiarity washed over him.
Tears welled up, then fell freely down his cheeks.
"I wonder what is significance of that was.."
He'd had too many breakdowns ever since reincarnating into this body. He just chalked it up to lingering emotions from the previous Michael.
Wiping his eyes, he let out a short snort and headed toward the main street. The area was crowded — noisy, chaotic, alive.
"Well," he muttered, "this'll be my first time actually stealing, huh?"
In the past, the idea would've horrified him. But now… it felt right.
"Ahh… I've really turned into a hooligan," he said with a bitter grin.
Well we'll just see what happens next then..hehe..
His stomach growled again — loud and sharp. Desperation took over. He dashed past a fair-skinned man and reached out, fingers brushing against the man's belt pouch—
But before he could grab it, a fist came flying straight toward his face.
Michael jerked his head aside, barely dodging the first punch — but the man was faster than he looked. A flurry of blows followed,
slamming into Michael's ribs and shoulders.
"Pathetic piece of shit rat!" the man roared.
"Endure… act!" Michael hissed through clenched teeth, trying to block, to dodge — but most of the hits landed anyway.
Shouts rose from nearby. Guards were turning their heads.
Michael didn't hesitate — he bolted down a narrow alley, lungs burning, bruises throbbing across his arms.
By the time he stopped, hidden between two stone buildings, he was panting hard, blood dripping from his lip.
He slumped to the ground, staring at the dirt for a moment — then grinned.
In his palm was a small sack, heavy with the sound of clinking metal.
"Well," he chuckled weakly, "I really am an evil person…"
He stared at the small sack of coins in his palm.
He took a deep gulp, his throat dry. Just a few meters ahead sat a ragged child — one of the many abandoned souls scattered around the outskirts of Gallade.
Most people walked past them without a glance.
By the time anyone cared to notice, they were already dead.
Michael sighed, his boots squelching against the mud as he approached.
He crouched in front of the boy — maybe six, maybe ten; it was hard to tell beneath the dirt and bones. Malnutrition had stolen the years from his body.
"Hey, you…" Michael said quietly, his tone softer than usual — not the mocking drawl he used to keep up appearances.
The boy slowly lifted his head. His eyes were pitch black, hollow, as if someone had carved the soul right out of him.
"What's your name?" Michael asked, keeping his voice low, almost uncertain.
"…Zane," the boy murmured after a long pause. Then, with a faint tilt of his head, "Mister… you have strange eyes."
Michael blinked, then gave a tired smirk. "I get that a lot," he muttered, voice dripping with self-mockery.
He pulled a few gold coins from the sack and held them out.
"Here. Keep this. Feed yourself."
The boy stared at the coins, expression unreadable.
"…Mister, why are you doing this? Not to be rude, but… this is useless to me."
Michael froze, then let out a dry laugh. The kid's honesty hit harder than any punch he'd taken earlier.
"Listen here, brat," Michael said, shaking his head, "you misunderstood." He shoved the coins into the boy's hands. "I didn't do this for charity."
He hesitated, looking at the boy's dull eyes — eyes that reminded him too much of his own reflection lately.
"I just… wanted to do one thing that gets rid of this guilty conscience," he said in a hard tone almost to himself.
The boy blinked.as he clutched the coin pounce in his small hands
"So keep it,i don't care what'll do to it after" Michael added,
", I'll just steal it back anyway."
Micheal added as he walked off the ally…
"Brat…"
End of chapter