"What's wrong? What do you want from me?"
She kept repeating a single word, which seemed to be the name of the maid.
"Eli."
She repeated the word just as I had pronounced it, and immediately, a faint smile appeared on her face. She placed her hand on my chest and whispered some words that sounded like they were referring to my name.
My name in this body was supposed to be "Amyokonlish",
but the maid shook her head, indicating I was wrong. From her gaze and gestures, I realized my true name was "Alex."
Her face lit up with joy again, and she started chattering in strange, unintelligible words—like she was summoning a spirit or chanting a spell.
Yet, I couldn't bring myself to hate her… she was unbelievably kind.
The moment didn't last long. A woman stormed into the room, shattering the door. Her hair was as black as the darkness that shrouded my current state, and her face was beautiful with piercing blue eyes. Her expression was filled with indescribable rage.
She approached and unleashed a barrage of words in their cursed language.
I didn't understand anything, then she waited for me to respond. So I simply said:
"Eli."
The only name I knew, though it meant nothing, I just didn't want to stay silent.
She turned to the maid and started talking to her. It seemed like she was explaining what had happened. I expected sadness or sympathy from her… but no. She laughed, then walked away as if nothing had happened.
I was alone again… but this time, there weren't just one broken door—there were two.
"Only the closet door remains… I hope it doesn't break."
Fortunately, no one else came in after that.
Night fell. Two days had passed since I woke up in this world, and the maid still brought me food, spent the whole day with me, and slept on a rickety wooden chair beside me.
There was a doctor who visited me occasionally, but what I noticed was that everyone avoided me when I wandered around the palace, as if they feared me… my mother, the servant, that woman who laughed, even the guards and especially the maids.
"Could the maid have told them what she saw in the bathroom?"
No, it didn't seem so. She still stayed with me, with unbelievable patience… Who would willingly sleep on that wooden chair?
But even if she had, it wouldn't explain the terror I saw in their eyes.
In the past few days, I tried dozens of times to summon the system to understand what was happening to me… but nothing appeared.
Then I inspected this new body, until I found a mark: 5M
I tried to wash it off, thinking it was ink, but it was tattooed on my left hand. Just a question mark added to my confusion.
In two days, I learned a few things from the maid through her childlike acting.
Through her gestures, I found out that the blonde woman was my mother—after she mimicked a motherly role. And the elegant dark-skinned young man was probably a bodyguard or head servant—after she acted out a swordsman and servant.
As for that black-haired girl… the maid acted out a scene where she presented a ring to a girl and pointed to a heart sign. It looked like… she was my wife!
"Huh… Am I married to her?"
"Why me? Why out of 8 billion people was I thrown into this world?"
I didn't know if I was in paradise or punishment.
I buried my head in my hands as I lay on the bed, anger and despair eating away at me.
I thought a lot about ending my life in these two days.
How could I live as if I hadn't committed a crime against the people I loved most—my sister, my mother, and my older brother?
But the maid's constant presence stopped me… not just because she prevented me, but because I was simply… too weak to take revenge on myself.
"Damn me… Why didn't I fix my mistakes five years ago in my world, when I had the chance?"
Tears fell for my crime—not because I killed the doctor; I didn't regret that—but for neglecting my family and ignoring my sister before our mother passed.
I regretted every wasted moment, every penny of my mother's money that I spent. I got addicted, drowned in sin, while she worked with an injured hand to support me and my sister. I didn't help—no, I only made things worse.
And after her death, I looked for a job thinking my sister needed me… but the truth was, I needed her.
Just one look from her was enough to help me get through the day and endure the pain.
I didn't want this luxurious life—I only wanted one minute to apologize… but it was too late.
And the worst? I killed my sister… Yes, I knew she was dying slowly and painfully. I only ended her suffering—but she died by my hand.
In the midst of my tears, the maid approached and gently patted my shoulder, comforting me.
The moment she touched the tattoo marked (5M) on my left hand…
everything turned to darkness.
"What's happening? I can't see anything…"
…
"Why is there silence?"
"Huh? What's going on? It's cold…"
Then I saw scenes I didn't understand, with no control over anything—like I was wearing a VR headset, seeing through someone else's eyes.
I saw memories that weren't mine, and didn't belong to this new body… they were from the perspective of a little girl.
Everything I saw was the maid's past—day by day.
From her birth… to her enslavement… to her being sold to this family… to her first meeting with the boy whose body I now inhabit. He was just a child—but not just any child. He was born of a lineage of legendary heroes, and his mother was among the wealthiest in this world.
The boy I was now in had played with her back then… days passed, then horrifying scenes appeared.
I saw him—my body's former self—burn her face with a cup of hot milk… then torture animals like cats, delighting in their pain. All this at just seven years old. I couldn't do anything but watch and feel everything she felt.
I saw everything, and I felt everything.
"No… it can't be…"
I saw him hit her… torture her… flirt with the maids, even order two guards to fight to the death for his amusement.
All of this was done by the owner of this body, witnessed through the maid's eyes.
I saw everything she saw and learned everything she learned, up to two days ago—and even the memories of today, until the moment she touched me.
Then the darkness returned, and I snapped back into awareness. I vomited, my body trembling from the shock.
I had lived 17 years through her memories, but only seconds had passed in reality. I was still on the bed, with the maid beside me patting my shoulder.
Nothing had changed—except the tattoo on my hand.
The number 5 had become a 4… now it showed as a 4M on my left hand.
A full day passed.
Since that day, my head shakes every time I lay it on a pillow. I can't sleep peacefully. I only think.
But suddenly… I understood their language, their names—everything…
All because of that touch. The one that transferred the maid's memories into my mind.
Still, I screamed at her to leave and never show herself to me again.
I didn't hate her, but I wanted this body to stay far away from her after what I had seen it do to her.
"How could she forgive him? After everything he did to her… she still treated him kindly…"
Yes… I've made my decision.
Maybe my reason for being here is to end this body's existence—just like I ended my previous life.
This body doesn't deserve to live.
"Son of a bitch… how could he hurt her like a monster!?"
He was a monster for what he did to the maid—no different than what I did in my past life by neglecting my own family.
No matter… I won't live in this world. I'll die tonight.
I laid my head on the pillow… and the trembling didn't stop.
That trembling… it felt like my old phone alarm from my previous life.
I don't know why, but I reached under the pillow with my hand…
"What is this???"
I lifted my head and the pillow—to find a phone vibrating beneath it.
It had been the source of the trembling all along.
"Why is there a phone in this world???"