My Magical System

I gazed to where the voice came from. But when I turned around, Wam! Gwah!!

My body flew about a few meters away, and when I crashed on the ground, my body spun many times. I don’t have the time to feel the pain as my consciousness slowly fades away. Before my consciousness shut down, I heard talking noises.

“Oh damn! What is this guy idling around?!” The angry sweet voice of a female.

“Look, wasn’t that worm? ”

“Haha! Right, it’s a worm! ”

“What an unlucky fellow, getting hit by a horse. Haha, he really is a worm.”

Eman, Eman! Em—!!!

.....

And then I lost my consciousness again.

After I lost my consciousness, I felt like I was in a dark room again.

I felt the sensation of floating. And my body was surrounded by the glowing brilliance of data.

Loads of data started appearing in my brain. About how the system works. How to level up. How to fight monsters. About unarmed. And about the world, I was in. I don’t know if all this was real or just a dream.

I could only let my body float while waiting in this groundless space and endless darkness. I don’t even know if what I felt just a moment ago was real or not. But, it felt like I was alive again.

However, that fucking horse PK-ed me. What bad luck. To die again because of a horse. What kind of place that though. The rat stood and fought like humans and mean horses who PK-ed low level.

What a cursed world is that?

Though I was fighting a monster and was hit by a running horse. After that, I’m here again. What is that? What is this?...

I felt like several minutes had passed already.

Suddenly the darkness fades away again and I feel a chill running all over my body. I slowly open my eyes. And saw a middle-age man staring straight in me.

I don’t recognize him.

“Eman! Are you ok? “said him with a worried look.

Oh, this is the same voice that I heard shouting when I woke up in that world.

And... Eman? Who is Eman though?

I tried to get up out of reflexes. But, I was greeted by burning pain. My whole body lost strength and fell back in bed!

Argh!

“Eman, don’t get up! Your body is not yet in good shape,” said the middle-aged man in front of me.

What is this man saying? Who is Eman?

Suddenly a load of data reappears in my mind. All about the world I was in. About my new body.

The gist is, I was transferred to another world by an odd system. I died on earth and was revived in another world? Since I’m a smart guy(Self-proclaim), I had to accept these whole events, even if I have full of doubts about my current situation.

So, it looks like. It wasn’t a game after all. A voice inside my head repeatedly telling me that I died and my soul transmigrated and then reincarnated into another person’s body!!!

What the fuck! My head was dizzy and I felt a throbbing pain. I don’t even want to think and just want to close my eyes and rest. Trying to absorb all these unbelievable happenings.

But this voice in my head won’t shut-up. Saying some information repeatedly.

This computerized female voice inside my head had given me a goosebump. See? I became a transmigrated and reincarnated MC. Such cliches are happening to me.

I let the voice talk and talk without replying. She was explaining blah blah blah... damn it!

Why do I have such a bad luck?

The voice in my head only explained about the system and this world. And that I am not in a game. It did not explain my current identity.

Later on, I acted as an amnesiac man in order to get information from this middle-aged man in front of me.

The man looks surprised and a little doubtful, as I said I lost all my memories and I cannot recognize him and everything, about this world, about me, about those monsters and why I was there.

But he hasn’t answered me directly. He was watching me meticulously. I know he has some doubts about what I just said. But even though I don’t really have amnesia, in this world you can still consider me as one, since I really don’t know anything about this world besides what the voice in my head has been saying this whole time.

I saw him balled his palm as he slowly punched his legs. Tears fall from his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt but I needed to find information. Since he calls me Eman so he knew me, I mean he knows the previous owner of this body. Later that night, I found out some information.

Looks-like this man was my uncle. My mother and father passed away when I was seven. I have a little sister who is 5years younger than me. The three of us are the only family. When I was, I mean ‘when Eman was 16 years old he entered an academy of magic. But for his bad luck, he is the only one and the first case that cannot produce magic. He was branded as the worm and bullied and taunted and framed. There is a little similarity between the two of us.

Since he is in need of money, he decides to join the army of subjugating the overpopulated monsters. It looks like he died in that battle and was substituted by me.

“What a sad life” I whispered.

“Eman, for now, you have to rest well. Maybe you will regain your memories later on” the uncle said while feeling dejected.

“O-ok uncle?..”

“Ronny,” he said.

“Ok uncle Ronny.”

He slowly went outside. I was trying to digest all the information and paste it in my brain.

“Now, I am going to live as ‘Eman’ in this world” I whispered.

Later on after some sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed the pain was gone. I scanned my surroundings after forcing my body to get up. I found out that I was inside a large tent. With a dizzy feeling, I went outside in unsteady walks. I could still remember what the system information implanted in my mind. But for now, all I can do is wait for my body to regain strength.

After going outside, what greeted me is rows of big tents all over the place. I raised my head slightly and saw the sun was shining brightly at 1 o’clock angle. I glanced at my surroundings and saw some people in leather cloth armor trotted from here to there.

I saw people crowded at the distance, not far from me. Some whispered, and some shouted.

What is happening? I ask myself.

I slowly step forward to where the crowded people are.

“Nooo! Why? Why? Oh-ho-ho!”

I heard crying voices before I could even go near. Looks like some unpleasant incident happened. When I reached the area, I tried to cram in and crane my neck to see what the crowded people were looking at.

What I saw was a row of dead bodies of people in leather armor. Some people were crying beside the dead bodies. About 30+ dead bodies lined in rows.

“The Rat Lord appears and these unlucky soldiers were beaten to death” whispered by an old man in leather armor to someone beside him.

“Rat Lord?” I whispered.

“E-Eman! Why are you here?” Said by a voice in a worried tone.

As I watched the scene I heard a familiar voice calling. I’m still not used to being called this name but I know this voice was talking to me.

“U-Uncle Rolly? Sorry, I think my body regains a little strength and I’m not used to laying in bed for long” I said.

“Is that so? How about your memory?” He curiously asks.

“Sorry I still can’t remember anything.”