The Amber Sword - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The particular person within the dream

“Warning: Extreme hemorrhaging, Imminent loss of life.”
“Warning: Coronary heart perform deteriorating, Imminent loss of life.”

When Sophie wakened, his thoughts was nonetheless reverberating with the loud warning sounds after that dire battle. It was a sound like a saber slicing throughout his thoughts time and again, inflicting him to have a splitting headache. (TL: Sure, Sophie is male. Don’t take a look at me, that’s the creator’s selection.)

That’s proper, he remembered he needs to be in a recreation together with his mates from ‘The godly power’ defending the Orrgesh mountainous area in opposition to the Madara’s undead military. The ashen skies have been howling with the freezing winds, and uncountable shadow creatures have been streaming down from the dagger-like mountain peaks. The forces have been with out finish in sight as in the event that they have been a black tidal wave. The large military have been comprised of hundreds of skeleton, and there necromancers hidden inside them, in addition to skeleton dragons and blood curling wraiths circling within the sky.

Encompass on all fronts, they have been undoubtedly doomed.

His first response was to curse in his coronary heart, that bunch of twat bastards from ‘The flaming thorns’, by no means thoughts their incompetence, they even needed to dragged their allies down by permitting the enemies to encompass their rear, this was fucking horseshit!

He then lastly had the center to verify his standing. It was a pleasant shock to search out that he didn’t die, because the Madara military tended to not depart anybody alive. However he instantly creased his brow. His accidents have been somewhat too ridiculous. Not solely did his coronary heart dealt a deadly blow, he even had carrion poisoning.

Wait, carrion poisoning?

Did he not already full the mission to achieve the ‘Pristine physique’? Why would a physique from the Silver descendants get affected by this low grade darkish standing? Bug? What the heck are you doing, devs?

He didn’t have an excessive amount of time to query this level, the youth coughed weakly and lifted himself up from the gray soiled ground. He thought that it was a small matter to be stricken from the weaken standing, and it was sufficient to discover a priest to do away with it. The pressing factor is to cease the bleeding earlier than he dies. Regardless that he was not an elite gamer, however he was definitely a veteran and he understood the state of affairs simply by checking issues out.

Sophie groaned as soon as and pulled off the skeleton which solely had half of its physique left and pinning his physique. These low stage troopers have been like air to him. Come to think about it, this was already the forty-fourth yr into the second period, and Madara was nonetheless conjuring up these low leveled grunts. Different then losing soul magic, they have been utterly ineffective. Simply as anticipated the undead wizards’ brains from Ogador have been affected by the detrimental vitality and rotted away. None of them know what change is.

He even had the temper to complain, however he realized instantly he truly had hassle pushing the skeleton away. Simply as anticipated, the punishment from having a weakened standing is nothing to sneeze at, he was in a position to simply push away a bone dragon throughout regular occasions.

Sophie solid his thoughts again to when he practically died. When was it? It’s nearly shut to some months now. ‘The godly power’ battle prowess was nothing to snicker at, if it was not for the ineffective bunch of individuals from ‘The flaming thorns’, he most likely would have continued to maintain his timeless document.

As soon as he considered this level, the youth couldn’t assist however felt waves of melancholy. The holy church alliance’s epic failure would definitely carry up a energetic dialogue on the boards.

“This bunch of Madara thieves!”

Certain, he might castigate all he needed to, however he nonetheless wanted to discover a option to cease the bleeding. At the moment a therapeutic pot can be the perfect, and if that was not doable, a bandage would additionally suffice. These items shouldn’t be missing within the battlefield. Usually the baggage from grunts doing the thankless tanking have been left alone. The stuff inside them are largely therapeutic pots and bandages, particularly bandages. He even noticed a noob carrying a bag stuffed with bandages.

What a laughing riot, did he assume carrying bandages was going to save lots of him from loss of life?

He subconsciously ready to climb up, however as he turned his physique, he was shocked.

Wait, was this the Orrgesh mountain area?

He ought to have seen this surroundings of dystopia earlier than his eyes: White bare spikes that jutted out from the steep slopes, suffering from corpses and vultures flying all around the battlefield, the damaged Grays flag with a vibrant cross fluttering on the hilltop. However this was not what he noticed.

There was no ear-piercing northern wind blowing via the Orrgesh area, no wraiths flying throughout the silent shadows, not even the dry, bone-chilling air.

It was like a hallucination that he was nonetheless in Orrgesh. And when this hallucination vanished, he got here to appreciate he was sprawling on the flooring of a quiet and damaged outdated home. The sleek wood planks have been nailed in onto the bottom, and there was an attention-grabbing pool of bloody scarlet liquid……

He couldn’t assist however paused there, and unconsciously touched his chest. A sequence of penetrating ache interrupted his actions, and he yelled loudly together with his enamel bared. This blood was from him, this harm was from him…..

However the place was this? He felt the home was barely acquainted to him. On the primary ground was the lounge and kitchen, and on the second was the hall resulting in the varied bedrooms. The cellar was within the basement.

Sure, this was constructing design within the Aouine’s southern area, and though this home was somewhat outdated, it was not one thing a commoner can afford to stay in. One might guess that the previous proprietor of this home had some type of standing.

Aouine’s southern area. Sophie went right into a trance.

How way back was that reminiscence? Gesund’s mountains and the melodious flutes from Bucce’s bordering cities have been like a distant dream.

However did the lands not belong to Madara now? In his reminiscence, the Aouine kingdom had lengthy perished, sure, it was through the third Black rose struggle.

“Why am I right here!”

“Wait…..”

“Bucce……. Bucce….” Sophie repeated this title.

That’s proper, he remembered.

His title was Brendel and born in Bruglas. His blood was half Kadireig which got here from his mom, however he didn’t look like noble simply because he had a noble’s blood. That was as a result of his father was a commoner. Regardless that his grandfather participated within the November Conflict and acquired the Candlelight Emblem, finally it was only a knight family that has misplaced its lustre.

No!

Sophie’s coronary heart raised a sequence of alarms, what the hell was all these settings. No, no, he’s Sophie, a Chinese language citizen.

However a voice in his thoughts instantly informed him.

“You’re Sophie, and you’re Brendel.”

Instantly a chilly dread washed over Sophie’s backbone. He held his breath as he discovered there was somewhat one thing further in his reminiscences. Brendel’s reminiscences poured into ideas like a tsunami, or a stranger that intruded with out permission.

Sophie breaths quickened, and his pupils widened. He shortly remembered that hopeless sword swinging from that horrifying skeleton. He tried to shrug off that scene, however as his reminiscences piled up, he acquired mentally exhausted as a substitute. His thoughts throbbed painfully and his brow was stuffed with perspiration.

Hah. He all of the sudden recalled the occasion of a giant battle. The Grays Church knights fought a fierce battle in opposition to Madara who surrounded them and pushed them to the brink of despair. He remembered that ‘his character’ was killed by a necromancer.

After that inexperienced gentle swept over him, the world turned to darkness…..

That was how the sport was arrange. The loss of life will persist for twelve hours, however might somebody clarify to him why a traditional loss of life within the recreation led him to right here?

To this world?

His thoughts was a scattering mess. If there was a phrase to explain his present prepare of thought, it might be ridiculous.

Ridiculous!

He understood what occurred to him. he acquired frigging teleported to a different world!

His soul crossed over to his world onto a lifeless particular person referred to as Brendel!

No, extra precisely it needs to be mixed into one…

Sophie grabbed onto the ground planks tightly. His fingers’ joints have been somewhat numb. He checked out his personal arms. They have been somewhat lengthy and there was signal of illness from his pale pores and skin. Regardless that he was ready for it, he couldn’t resist a leap in his coronary heart. His pores and skin needs to be a wholesome yellow beige colour descended from the Mongolians, and never one thing like this.

His coronary heart raced as he turned flabbergasted. Regardless that he had the whole nineteen years of the previous proprietor’s reminiscences, it may very well be mentioned he didn’t know something about what he was experiencing proper now.

He might really feel that the Brendel youth had in his life.

His aspirations, his needs, what he liked, what he hated.

It was like he had simply been reborn and completed nineteen years of life. His every little thing was like Sophie’s every little thing, as if it was one and the identical. These two very lengthy desires that merged with one another made him felt misplaced.

“I’m Sophie.”

“However I’m additionally Brendel.”

A way of sluggish exhaustion gushed out from Sophie’s innermost coronary heart, and lined his complete physique instantly. Ultimately, he gave an extended sigh and calmed down slowly.

[Forget it, since things has come to thus, just let it slide.]

Sophie couldn’t resist shaking his head, and checked out his arm:

“With this meager power, he had the nerve to assert he was primary in swordsmanship…..” He couldn’t assist however mock himself when he considered Brendel. Unexpectedly he felt a scintilla of aid.

[It’s fine, even if I left that world I have no regrets left behind there.]

Abruptly a flash of lightning streaked throughout the darkness. Sophie felt that it was the Gods above giving him one other likelihood, and ignited hope inside his coronary heart.

That was as a result of he recalled a selected occasion.

That’s proper, Aouine. This was a doomed kingdom throughout the recreation, and in Brendel’s reminiscence was the ‘Yr of bustling summer time leaves and flowers’. This was the 375th yr of the primary period, and the sport historical past was written to the forty fourth yr of the second period! Sophie’s physique trembled when he discovered himself changing into like a prophet due to his reminiscences.

Certainly, nobody was extra conversant in what was going to occur on this world. As one who didn’t completed something in his previous life and escaped actuality by hiding within the gaming world, what was he going to do on this one to make up for it?

Sophie turned dazed.

This was the ‘Yr of the bustling summer time leaves and flowers’, and the opening yr of the First Black Rose struggle. In that struggle Aouine was utterly decimated, however that was additionally the period the place a brand new renaissance occurred.

And he was additionally one who skilled it first hand. He remembered that his first selection was additionally Aouine when he first performed this recreation. He was a whole beginner who grew in such a struggle.

The curtains have been raised because of the beginning of this struggle and accompanied by Aouine’s one sided defeat. The state of affairs was solely reversed solely when the Bruglas military arrived. Sophie’s reminiscence of that dire battle was deeply engraved. He had additionally adopted the forces, and the survivors have been lower than one out of ten.

He was not more than a typical particular person, be it the previous life or this life.

Brendel’s expertise with the swords are actually pointless. The sudden assault from Madara was one thing out from a classical textbook. Swift, cruel and silent, and when this historic kingdom reacted from it, the whole military inside this area had acquired a cataclysm.

And on at the present time, Brendel will need to have encountered the Madara’s scouts. Sophie all of the sudden felt an alarming chill climbing his backbone once more.

He might solely show his ambition after surviving.

He instantly comprehended that he wanted to save lots of himself by discovering one thing to cease the bleeding. The youth struggled in direction of the empty aspect hall. As he examined the design of this home, it resonated together with his creativeness. He was properly acquainted with the constructing design exactly as a result of he had probably the most unforgettable time spent right here.

“Aouine, right here I come once more—” Sophie whispered softly despite himself.

TL: Type of a pace translation, I assume. I simply needed to get it on the market this was the primary protagonist and never CH 0’s trolling (sort of). I’ll repair any errors later.