Sanat did not panic.
That was the first thing he noticed about himself.
If this had happened a few hours earlier—when he was still yelling at teammates in a video game—he would probably be screaming right now.
But instead, he stayed quiet.
Very quiet.
He slowly looked around the room.
The ceiling above him was smooth metal with faint glowing lines running through it. Machines hummed softly around the bed he was lying on. The air smelled clean, almost sterile.
Definitely not a hospital from Earth.
To his right stood a tall humanoid robot with smooth silver plating and glowing blue eyes.
To his left stood a girl.
A very strange girl.
She had long silver hair, bright eyes, and—most importantly—pointed ears.
Sanat stared at her.
Elf.
His brain immediately supplied the word.
He almost laughed.
So fantasy races are real now?
But he kept his face calm.
If the people here didn't know he came from Earth, there was no reason to tell them.
The elf girl leaned forward slightly.
"Lord Sanat, are you feeling alright?"
Sanat noticed something immediately.
Lord.
So the body he inherited belonged to someone important.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
He slowly sat up on the bed and stretched his arms.
The movement felt… amazing.
His old body on Earth had spent most of its life sitting in a chair.
This one felt stronger. Healthier.
Almost like he had upgraded to a premium version.
"I'm fine," Sanat said calmly.
The robot beside him spoke in a smooth mechanical voice.
"Vital signs stable. Neural reconstruction successful."
Sanat glanced at the robot.
"Neural reconstruction?"
The elf girl nodded.
"You were severely injured earlier. The medical systems had to rebuild some neural pathways."
Sanat pretended to think.
"Ah… that explains it."
Inside his mind he was thinking something very different.
Good excuse.
"Some of my memories feel a little blurry," he added casually.
The robot immediately responded.
"Memory disruption is a known side effect."
Perfect.
Sanat almost smiled.
Now he could ask questions without looking suspicious.
He looked directly at the robot.
"What's your name?"
"My designation is Boba."
Sanat blinked.
"…Boba?"
The robot remained completely serious.
"Yes."
Sanat scratched his head.
"Okay. Not judging."
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up.
The elf girl quickly stepped forward.
"Please be careful, Lord Sanat."
He ignored the warning and walked to a nearby mirror.
The moment he saw his reflection, he paused.
The person staring back at him was definitely not the same guy who died in his messy bedroom earlier.
Sharp jawline.
Clear skin.
Bright eyes.
And clothes that looked expensive enough to buy ten gaming PCs.
Sanat slowly turned his head left and right.
"…Not bad."
He flexed his fingers.
The strength in this body felt natural.
If my old teammates could see me now…
He looked back at Boba.
"Alright. Let's start with something simple."
Boba stood perfectly still.
"I am ready to answer."
Sanat crossed his arms.
"What world is this?"
The robot replied instantly.
"This planet is known as Astra Prime."
Sanat nodded slowly.
The name sounded familiar from the void earlier.
"How many people live here?"
"Approximately two trillion intelligent beings."
Sanat nearly choked.
"Two trillion?"
"Yes."
The robot continued.
"Astra Prime is one of the most densely populated advanced planets in the sector."
Sanat whistled quietly.
This place makes Earth look like a village.
The robot continued speaking.
"The planet is divided into five primary layers based on economic and social status."
Sanat leaned against the table.
"Layers?"
"Yes."
Boba projected a holographic map into the air.
The planet appeared as a massive sphere divided into stacked levels.
"The Zenith Layer houses the most powerful noble families."
"The Crown District contains high-ranking officials and academies."
"The Middle Grid contains ordinary citizens."
"The Rust Zone contains industrial sectors."
"The lowest layer is commonly known as the Underworld."
Sanat nodded.
So the world had a clear hierarchy.
Very game-like.
He liked that.
"Alright," he said. "Now tell me about power."
The robot's eyes glowed brighter.
"All humanoid species on Astra Prime evolve through five tiers of power."
Sanat raised an eyebrow.
"And monsters?"
"Primal beasts evolve through six tiers."
The robot displayed images of massive creatures.
Dragons.
Giant wolves.
Serpentine monsters.
Creatures that looked like living mountains.
"These beasts possess powerful biological energy cores," Boba explained.
"Civilization on Astra Prime relies heavily on these cores for technology and power generation."
Sanat stared at the holograms.
"So people hunt them?"
"Yes."
The robot nodded.
"Elite hunters and noble houses control most primal beast hunting operations."
Sanat looked down at his hands again.
Then he asked the question he had been waiting to ask.
"…And who exactly am I?"
The room became quiet.
Boba answered calmly.
"You are Lord Sanat Virel."
"Heir to the Virel Noble House."
Sanat slowly leaned back.
A noble house.
On a planet with two trillion people.
A small smile spread across his face.
So I died from a birthday surprise…
And respawned as a galactic noble.
He folded his arms and grinned slightly.
"…Honestly?"
"Best respawn ever."