On a sunny day, Reyhein stood before the large window on the second floor of a grand villa. The sun''s rays streamed through the glass, casting a warm glow over the room. Reyhein took a moment to admire the breathtaking scenery outside, the lush greenery, and the distant mountains. As he looked out, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of longing, but his sad smile betrayed him.


    It could be a dream


    With a slight, unnerving sigh, Reyhein turned away from the window and walked towards his bed. The bed was a grand, king-sized mattress, adorned with plush pillows and a soft, silken duvet. Reyhein ran his fingers over the smooth sheets, tracing the intricate patterns on the coverlet. As he examined the bed, he felt something small and stone-like under his fingers, and he picked it up.


    "What is this?" Reyhein muttered, staring at the invisible object in his hand.


    "It''s like grasping nothing, but I can feel something there. It''s completely invisible to the naked eye. Fascinating and terrifying."


    Aiden, who had recently adopted the name Rayhein, was on edge about his current situation. Most people would believe what their eyes could see and hear, transported to another world full of impossibilities. But he remembered how being uninformed could lead to death, just like in the soldier program, something that has etched itself on his soul. Reyhein refused to leave everything to fate like an idiot. He was in a completely different world, a mystical and otherworldly landscape. The sky was unlike anything he had ever seen, a canvas painted with hues of pink, orange, and purple, as the sun set.


    The creatures here were like nothing he could have imagined. some of them were like giant beasts that walked on two legs, and others were flying creatures that were as big as a house. As his eyes darted towards the sky he saw the one thing that made him question if he was on earth, as a view unlike any other he had seen was piercing the skies.


    I stared at the sky, awestruck by the Saturn-like planet with its magnificent rings stretching across the horizon. Suddenly, movement caught my eye. Turning, I froze in terror. A colossal shadow-being was approaching, its massive form blocking a third of my view.


    Reyhein couldn''t begin to imagine what this world was like, worried about what would come. But something felt unnerving, he had died. It was not a dream as he took his last breath. He had learned much from his father, who had traveled the world such coincidences do not happen randomly. Something happened. Looking at his young, small hand in contemplation, a dialogue he remembered came to mind.


    "One thing he always said is that there is no coincidence. ''Everything can be explained in due time. Seek the truth always, Aiden, whatever it may lead to." Those words were one of the things he remembered about his father.


    As he looked at his hand, where the stone should have been, Reyhein knew that there was no one to guide him, control him, or give him direction. With a trembling hand, the reality sank in. He was responsible for himself. With so much abuse and trauma boiled in him, he grasped firmly.


    I need to be cautious.


    Questions upon questions blurred Rayhein''s mind about his current circumstances.


    "What is this object? And why was it near me when I woke up in this world? I need information," Rayhein thought to himself, determination and curiosity igniting in his piercing red eyes.


    Paranoia seeped into every corner of his mind, making him question everything. Could this be a simulation that had gone well beyond hallucinations?


    Was it fate? No.


    A simulation? Impossible! This is no work of a simulation. Even the most advanced simulation isn''t 100% accurate. I need to test it.


    Rayhein surveyed his room with heightened awareness. His fingers traced the dusty table, feeling every grain. He studied the glass refraction and reflection intently, dropping objects and scrutinizing everything he thought could overload a simulation''s accuracy. As time passed, he struggled to maintain his stern expression, but the evidence was overwhelmingly clear.


    "This is no simulation," he concluded, his thoughts racing with wild speculations. One thing was certain: someone wanted something from him and he was pulled here.


    I might be paranoid, but if something wants to use me, I will not be a pawn in their game.


    Rayhein crushed the cutlery in his hand, his knuckles whitening as anger surged through him.


    "I have suffered enough," he growled, his voice low and filled with resolve. "Abused and used for far too long. I am sick of the very thought of it.


    ." The wind ruffled his obsidian hair as his reflection in the window told a story of defiance. His red pupils, filled with rage and determination, seemed to glow with an inner fire.


    Placing the mysterious stone in his drawer. He needed a plan, and he needed it soon. Remembering the head of the household, he recalls a name:


    "Ivan Tepish Draule. My father and I are the oldest of his sons. Dracule." Repeating the word ''Dracule'' slowly, a thought ignited in Rayhein''s mind, vague but insistent.


    "WAIT!" he exclaimed, his heart suddenly racing.


    Rayhein sat in deep contemplation, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts about this strange world he had found himself in. The name of the head of the household - Ivan Tepish Draule - echoed in his memory, along with the realization that he was the oldest son of the Draule family. The word "Dracule" kept repeating, a tantalizing whisper that hinted at hidden significance.


    With determination blazing in his eyes, Rayhein leaped to his feet, frantically searching his room. He pulled books from shelves with trembling hands, tossed aside furniture with growing desperation, and peered into every conceivable nook and cranny. A certainty burned within him - something crucial was hidden in this room.


    That book had his mind.


    But despite his frenzied efforts, nothing relevant came to mind. Frustration gnawed at him as he muttered, "It should be here. I know the word ''Dracule this name and this place''... that stone and this book must be related somehow. But where is it?" he looked around searching for it.


    "Why can''t I find it?"


    Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Rayhein retrieved the stone from his drawer. He clutched it tightly, focusing all his attention on the smooth surface. Something should happen, right? That''s how it goes in stories, at least, he thought wryly.


    Maybe it could have some reaction?


    With no luck and a growing sense of defeat, Rayhein surveyed the chaos he had created. Books and items lay scattered, a physical representation of his inner turmoil. As he began to gather the mess, a bitter thought crossed his mind


    "I''m starting to feel more than just annoyed. Whoever put me in this world is playing a twisted game. They''re not going to make this easy for me."


    As he halfheartedly tidied up, a knock at the door startled him. "Sir Rayhein, dinner is ready. Please come to the dining room."


    Opening the door revealed Hans, the butler, whose eyes widened at the scene of disarray. As the man approached, his expression turned serious and almost menacing, causing Rayhein to stumble back, heart pounding.


    I sense hostility. I should have cleaned up sooner, Rayhein thought, a mixture of confusion coursing through him.


    The butler grasped his hand firmly. "Calm down. Please give me a moment. This won''t take long."


    Leaning in close, Hans inspected Rayhein''s eyes, checked his pulse, and examined his fingers with unsettling intensity. "I''m sorry, but I need to verify something. Please bear the pain," he said, his voice low and urgent.


    With a small hidden dagger that was tucked away in his sleeve and made a shallow cut on Rayhein''s finger. As he scrutinized the welling blood, Rayhein curiously watched with curiosity and apprehension.


    Finally, Hans gently released Rayhein''s hand. "I''m sorry about the pain. I just had to confirm my suspicions. It seems you are alright." His words carried a weight that hinted at deeper mysteries yet to be revealed.


    Judging from this interaction, rayhein suspected something had happened before he took over the original Rayhein body. Something very serious. Reyhein was very interested in asking him but he put it off as he was about to meet his family. Having an expression of concern and doubt but he needed to act natural.


    “What happened? Can you tell me, Hans? Why did you act like this?” Rayhein asked, his voice shaking with emotion. Using emotional manipulation was the best option right now as he whimperly asked that question.


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    A faint memory that was still etched in to was just now recalled.


    The butler, hearing denied spoke and tilted his head sideways to show that he wouldn’t speak. Wondering how to break the news. Struggling with a sorrowful and regretful expression.


    "I’m sorry to startle you, Master Rayhein. Just know that now, please call me if you need anything. I will inform the maid to clean your place. Just tell me if anything happens. For a month at least just don’t do anything demanding physical. You were attacked by a dark rift walker. The symptoms have not shown. I think you resisted it, but it''s a far cry to say one can be resistant to something of this nature. We need to be cautious," the butler said, his voice heavy with concern.


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    Rayhein''s stern, unchanging expression didn''t let the butler notice,e but he felt his stomach drop. He just put the pieces together.


    So this is how the original Rayhein died. Something like this dark rift walker, killed the previous owner of this body. But how did the body survive, and how do I not have the symptoms? Does this stone cure things? So many mysteries. His mind raced with thoughts, and uncertainty crept in as he struggled to process the revelation.


    Standing up, the butler, Hans, grabbed Rayhein''s hand to give him support as he stood. "Let''s go to dinner, Master Reyhein, everyone is waiting for you at the table," Hans said, trying to sound cheerful, but the worry was clear in his voice.


    Rayhein had too much on his mind to process. The recent events had been overwhelming, and he was filled with paranoia about the situation. Everything was a mess in his head. In a moment of impulse, Rayhein did something that made sense to him in that moment.


    "SLAP!" The sound echoed through the room as Rayhein slapped his cheeks, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts.


    Hans heard the sound and immediately turned around, heading towards the door. "Huh!" He exclaimed in surprise, as he had never seen the master act in such a way before. It was off-putting.


    Looking a little calmer after slapping his cheeks, Rayhein just walked forward towards the door, with Hans following closely behind. "You''re coming, Hans?" Rayhein asked, his voice still shaking with emotion.


    A little stunned by the remark, Hans responded, "Ahh, yes. Let''s go."


    Hans was worried that the recent events may have hurt Rayhein and had a dark taint on him. He could see the master''s behavior was not normal, it was kind of refreshing but concerning at the same time. He made a mental note to keep a close watch on Rayhein in the coming months, just to be safe.


    Rayhein was relieved and thinking as he walked from the stairways from the 1st floor to the ground and then to the hallways leading to the dining hall.


    [I can think of the complicated things later. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time. This world its origin is very mysterious. I can only do so much, but slowly and surely I will get to the bottom of this. The book with the history of this world. That stone with such a mystery. This family and this fantasy world. Something tells me this is not as simple as some random history of heroes and villains. Something has big plans. On earth, I had been drilled to my core on everything about tactics, history, martial arts, critical thinking, technology, and science. It has given me some insights to think out of the box in dire situations. Hopefully, these hellish experiences and scars on my psyche will help me survive whatever is coming.]


    Opening the door, Hans lets rayhein in and closes it after he passes. A fantastic view of a dining hall is presented before him. It is decorated beautifully with lights and dining props like candles, and very uniquely shaped dish trays and tablecloths that seem to be made out of animal skin. It’s not a very big table and only a 12-seater. Many kinds of food are present on the table. 4 figures are present on the table the head and Rashi''s father sitting on the front corner of the table watching rayhein very carefully


    As soon as Rayhein sat on the chair, he felt a sudden pressure in the room. It was as if he were not welcome there, and he knew he had made a mistake by sitting on the wrong chair. He quickly realized


    that the chair was off-limits to everyone unless his father, Ivan Tepish Dracule, approved it.


    Rayhein''s heart skipped a beat as he recalled the consequences of his mistake. He braced himself for the inevitable onslaught that was to come.


    The family members, except for Rayhein''s mother, Ullie Tepish Dracule, looked at him with disdain. Ullie was the only person in the room who might not hate Rayhein completely, although she did not like him either. That’s what rayhein thought.


    "Who permitted you to sit there,e rayhein?! "Ivan sneered with contempt and with a deathly stare that sent shivers down Rayhein''s spine.


    Genuine fear was something he had forgotten, the sensation of that quickly made him choose his words carefully words did not come out. He didn''t want to make things worse for himself.


    With an apologetic expression on his face, Rayhein calmly stood up and took another seat next to his little brother, who was flabbergasted and angry at the same time. A small figure that was a little shorter than him


    "How dare you? Why did you take Mother''s place at the table?" Avan spoke with pure animosity, his eyes glaring at Rayhein.


    Rayhein was at a loss for words, but he could sense that there was some history between Avan and his little brother. Looking around, most likely a history with the entire family.


    As the family sat around the table, Rayhein noticed a cute, doll-like thing sitting on the table. It was his little sister, Lilly Tepish Dracule. Their eyes met briefly, but she quickly averted her gaze with a scornful expression.


    Rayhein realized that he needed to do a thorough revision of his memories, as the situation was not looking good for him. He felt helpless in this situation which was like a tidal wave sweeping through him.


    "Enough, let''s proceed with the prayers and eat this dinner," Ivan finally said, ending the awkward silence.


    The family began to eat, and Rayhein noticed some strange-looking dishes on the table. There was a big flying insect, a weird-looking fish with a glowing antenna, and a meat dish that looked like a hybrid of a dog and a hippo. Rayhein was not even bothered by the strange dishes, as he was used to being fed abominations in the soldier training program


    Rayhein sat down to eat, eyeing the spread before him with mild disappointment. The food was passable, but the atmosphere felt stifling. Undeterred, he sampled various dishes, his silverware clinking in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, a voice broke through the quiet, initiating a conversation. Rayhein''s attention immediately snapped to the unexpected dialogue, eager for any distraction from the stuffy ambiance.


    "How is your training going, Avan?" asked his father.


    "It''s going well, Father. I''m still learning, but I''ve already mastered the fire manipulation magic series," replied Avan, with a hint of pride in his voice.


    His father was amused by this news and couldn''t help but smile with pride. "Well done, Avan. You may be one of the youngest to master a series of magic so early but don''t let it get to your head. You''re not as special as you think," he added.


    Avan''s little brother looked disappointed at their father''s comment but kept his head down. Rayhein sat and listened quietly, observing the interaction between the family members. It was an interesting dynamic to experience, considering that I grew up as an only child on Earth.


    As the conversation continued, a sudden coughing fit interrupted us. The doll-like little girl sitting next to me was coughing uncontrollably, and blood started to come out of her mouth. Everyone was shocked. The mother instinctively held her daughter and comforted her.


    "Shh, it''s okay, Lilly. Please don''t worry," said the mother, as she rubbed her back with near-teary eyes. The father immediately ran to get their resident doctor, while Avan''s little brother looked worriedly at his sister. He glared at me, perhaps thinking that I was somehow responsible for this sudden turn of events.


    "I hate you for what you did. Now you''ve shut yourself off and atone for it. "


    Avan shouted as he stormed out of the dining room and ran towards his mother and little sister. Rayhein was left speechless, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He quietly left the table, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He wanted to approach his little sister so badly, but seeing her with red eyes and coughing uncontrollably broke his spirit.


    He just stood there, with a sorrowful expression, and a glimpse of seeing his sister looking at him with pure hate. Rayhein eventually left the dining hall without looking back.


    As the night took over and the skies became darker, many creatures, including animals and things that glow in the dark, appeared. Rayhein lay in bed, thinking about the events of the evening.


    "Reyhein, poor guy. I understand why you said those words," he thought to himself.


    "I''m a burden, huh?" he continued.


    Rayhein wasn''t disappointed or concerned. He was simply overwhelmed by the sad events that this poor guy had gone through. As he revised the memories he had obtained from Rayhein, he slowly began to understand him. It was unfortunate that he had to endure such pain. It was no wonder that his family hated him. He had lost all self-esteem and had shut himself down from the world, ridiculed and shunned by everyone for being selfish in his life. Rayhein could understand his pain and the mistakes and choices he had made. He had acted like a brat, but deep down, he had lost all motivation and was barely hanging on to life.


    Rayhein closed the door to his room, and the maid who accompanied him handed him a blanket and a glowing light. He collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to recall everything he had experienced. After an hourhad  passed, he opened his eyes with a sad expression on his face.


    He clenched his fist and gazed at it with determination. Rayhein was now determined to do everything in his power to change the circumstances that he had just witnessed. With the knowledge he had recalled, he knew that this family was doomed to be torn apart. His sister and father would perish, and his brother would join the dark Eclipsa faction, leading to a devastating war in the kingdom. In just seven years, everyone in the household, including Rayhein, would die one by one.


    "I can''t even begin to imagine how events will play out, but if what I read in that book is true, I have only seven years to save myself and my family," Rayhein thought to himself.


    The book he had read on Earth contained some general information about the history of the kingdom, including a possible future where the hero and the villain were his brothers and the Eclipse faction, respectively. There was much more to the story, and Rayhein knew that these events would set off a domino effect that could not be stopped.


    Rayhein stood up slowly from his bed, his eyes transfixed on the glittering stars outside his window. His heart felt heavy as he remembered his father, wishing he could have him by his side in this moment of uncertainty.


    "Dad, this is such a mess," Rayhein whispered, his voice barely audible. "I wonder what you''re doing now. But I''m going to let you go now. I have a family here just like how I had you on Earth. If I don''t do anything, then many more people will die. This world is harsh, but I will survive. I owe this life to both Reyhein and you, Dad."


    He took a deep breath and turned to face the room. The maid who had accompanied him handed him a blanket and a glowing light source. Rayhein sank onto his bed and closed his eyes, his mind wandering to the events he had witnessed. The memories played like a movie in his head, vivid and haunting.


    After an hour had passed, he slowly opened his eyes. His face was etched with sadness as he stared at his clenched fists.


    "I can''t imagine how events will play out, but if that book has factual information, I have only 7 years to save myself and my family."


    The thought of losing his sister and father and watching his brother join the dark Eclipsa faction to wage war in the kingdom was not a good one. Rayhein knew he had to do something.


    "At twelve years old, I''m expected to join a school soon with Reyhein, who''s only nine," Rayhein mused, his mind racing with ideas.


    "My first goal is to prove myself and enter the prestigious Rumira School of Magic Arts and Combat. But I have only six months, and I have already failed twice before. This is my last chance."


    "I have to get close to my little brother during these school years. Plus, I need to qualify, not in magic, but in something else," Rayhein thought to himself, staring at his reflection in the dimly lit mirror.


    He stared at himself in the mirror with a dim light, a smile appearing on his face despite the turmoil within him.


    "Ha! This is so unfair. Poor Rayhein was born a null. I always had the odds against me. I still remember those Asian kids. I spent days and nights studying, without sleep, for many months before the exams. And yet, I was still not the regional topper in both academics and sports on my first try. Those Asians are something else. But one thing I never did was give up. Watching my dad do his utmost for the world, he cured his mother''s incurable disease. Watching him work diligently without rest motivated me to do the same. After a while of continuously working hard, I did indeed rise to the top. Sadly, he did not acknowledge me"


    As he looked up at the night sky, Rayhein felt a mix of fear and determination. The road ahead would be full of hurdles, and he knew it would be challenging to keep up in a world where magic was the standard of might. But he refused to give in to despair. He owed it to himself, his family, and his father''s memory to fight and survive. All this was to keep his promise to the former rayhein. Maybe he might get a chance to come back.


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    In the heart of a dense forest, a creature unlike any other stood ominously in the darkness. Its twisted form appeared to be that of a corpse, its flesh pale and mottled with rot. Its eyes were sunken and lifeless, and its hair hung in matted tangles around its face. The creature''s hand glowed with an eerie white light, swirling and pulsing with otherworldly energy. As it moved, the light grew brighter and more intense, illuminating the surrounding forest with an unearthly glow. The air around it crackled with electric energy, sending shivers down the spines of any who dared to approach. The creature seemed to be conjuring something, its form twisting and contorting as it worked its dark magic. The sight of the creature was both horrifying and mesmerizing, like staring into the abyss and seeing something unspeakably ancient and evil staring back.