waking up with a splitting headache, darkness shrouded his vision
while shivering from the cold that woke him up he looked towards the cause, the window was open letting in a cool breeze bringing with it a cold shiver that ran through his spine looking at the beautiful sight of the moon cascading down a nice flow of lunar light that made seeing in this darkest hour of the night barely possible.
Carl weakly struggled to get up from the bed he layed in.
As beautiful as the scene might be, i have to close the window any more of this cold and i might actually die frozen in my sleep. imaging it, me a reincarnated-human afraid of a little cold.
its not like i haven't died before, so what's there to fear.
Just standing up was like war to him as his body shook like it was about to fall apart, but still surprisingly it didn't, holding unto the bed frame, tracing it while using it as a nice support as i shortened the distance between me and that damn window.
reaching the window was like a bigger struggle on its own, who would have thought that i would one-day regret having such a big room.
Damn, every-step was tantamount to climbing a mountain, no.. no even mountain climbers or whatever they are called wouldn't feel this much pain. what the f**k is wrong with my body, i know i have a weak body but right now this was beyond weak, my bones were shaking and my body ache so bad, i bet even a snail could win me in a race while still giving me a head start.
with ragged breathing i arrived, i couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph like i just won a race with a snail. pulled out of my stupid thoughts my body shivered feeling the extreme cold directly on my naked skin, my two hands held out to hold each ends of the casement window reaching to the floor and opening like a pair of folding doors.
wait, what's that sound
swishhhh.
Then out of the seemingly beautiful dark night something struck my chest hard. throwing me like ragdoll across the room and slamming me at the wall on the other end of the room.
I c can can't breathe, with the force i use to collide into the wall i definitely broke my spine, but the thing is, i strangely don't feel a thing.
Looking down at what caused my predicament it was a thin wood buried deep in my chest were i think my heart should be, with some feathers at its edge shimmering in the moon light as if proudly telling its name.
Yh. yeah, it was definitely an arrow.
Feeling no pain whatsoever was really scary, but what gave me the chills was the fact that i was feeling this desperate need to close my eyes and sleep.
is this death?, the world was so quiet and suffocating while the room closed on me making me very dizzy,
wait..... wait....fucking wait!, i... i can't go like this,
I said what's there to fear about death, but now that it has come i did not want to go, no i refuse to go. not when i haven't achieved anything in this new world.
Remembering how i came here five years ago. hoping to live the fullest of live and to let my desires loose, reincarnating into the body of the last son of viscount Greg that ruled a very large provenance, i was like a f***king prince here, the son of a viscount i mean what could go wrong, but reality came crushing me like always, it turns out i could not sense mana.
In a word where power was everything, not being able to sense mana makes you trash, in-fact i was a bigger trash, not only was i not able to sense mana but my body was unreasonably weak.
but i always had hope thinking that things was bound to change, because how can i reincarnated-human be trash.
with each passing moment my head feels heavy and my vision begins to cloud, wrapped around darkness and feeling extremely tired, the moonlight gradually fading from my my view with only the coldness of my flowing blood to keep me company.
only darkness remains.
seconds before i loose all conscience, i heard a voice
ding
[conditions met]