"oh, you're awake, lucky boy. Try to open your eyes."
Who is speaking?
The beggar lying in the white sheets slowly opened his eyes at the sound of the voice and saw an old man whose eyes looked as if he was trying to smile.
The strange thing was not the man's strange smile, but rather the clothes he was wearing.
He was supposed to be a doctor, but the clothes he was wearing did not look like a doctor's clothes. He looked more like someone who had tried to sew himself a simple disinfecting suit using dirty tablecloths he had found in a hurry.
The old man observed the young man for a while, looking puzzled at his own clothes, and then told him to rest for a while before he left the room. In his estimation, the young man was still in a daze, not understanding what had happened.
During his treatment he had already discovered that this young man had recently been beaten to death. The blows to the head had probably caused short-term memory loss.
There would be no point in talking to this boy about debt when he was like this.
After the old man left the room, the young man in the bed turned his head and looked out of the window next to his bed.
Meanwhile, the memory slowly began to sink in.
He quickly lowered his head and looked at the gap where his left arm should be. At the same time, his right leg was now wrapped in a white cloth. Judging by the pieces of wood sticking out of the white cloth, it was probably an attempt to mend broken bones.
If this was not an isekai world, they would not have tried to heal the fractures in such a primitive way.
As the boy in the bed continued to think about his migration to this world, he suddenly discovered that he had memories that were not his own.
They probably belonged to the young man who had originally owned his body. Judging by the body's appearance, the body's owner should have been only 14-15 years old, but according to the memories, the body's owner was already 17 years old.
The owner's real name was Eren Blackheart.
Strangely, he has a last name even though he was just a beggar and grew up in a brothel. Not only that, but he has very white skin for a beggar, as well as sky blue hair and golden eyes.
He could have been a very handsome young man if it weren't for the negative things like missing arms, stiff and greasy hair, chapped lips.
The more Eren thought about it, the more acceptable he found his new body. If he could somehow manage to fix his financial situation and start taking care of himself regularly, he would probably turn into a handsome young man.
The only problem was that his severed left arm was not something that could be restored with care. Eren dove into his memories and tried to find out if the street gang that made him this way was responsible for his arm being severed, but no matter how much he looked, his left arm was missing in almost all of his memories. So he kept scanning his memories backwards until he was five years old.
Her earliest memories are of a brothel on a red light district. Many brothels took in orphans like her and adopted them from time to time, apparently to protect the psychological health of the women who worked all day serving with their bodies, who were raised by the women there because they had no family.
The women who worked in the brothels would show motherly love to these adopted children, and in the meantime, they could get away from their bad lives.
At first, the old woman who was the boss of the brothel planned to raise and use Eren for a long time because of his cuteness as he grew up, but when Eren was 5 years old, he was injured by a rusted iron.
Unfortunately, as a result of the treatment by women who had no proper medical knowledge, the inflammation in the small wound continued to spread all over his arm. Finally, when the landlady could no longer stand the women's insistent requests and asked for help from a physician, they had to amputate Eren's left arm completely.
Eren let out a big breath and leaned his back against the head of the bed.
Apparently this new life would not be easy, but luckily the technology level of this new world was quite low. Even the first aid knowledge he learned at school seems to be enough for him to become a physician's assistant.
Meanwhile, Eren cursed himself, remembering that in his previous life he had spent all day playing games. If he had been a hard-working kid, he could have learned a lot of valuable information that could be useful in this world with his good memory.
As Eren continued to remember his past in this way, he suddenly remembered the voice that echoed in his ear before he died in this world.
That voice kept repeating the same phrase over and over again until he opened his eyes in his new body.
When the words came back to him, Eren couldn't help but repeat them in a low voice.
"Command: Game mode on"
As soon as he said this sentence in English, a growing smile appeared on Eren's face. Because at this moment, there was some new text floating in the air in front of Eren.
[Congratulations you have completed the secret mission *switch to game mode* and gained access to a new command]
[New command - Command: Missions]
Eren read the system screens with a smile on his face and tried the new command.
"Command: Missions"
[Chapter One - adaptation]
[Mission One - find out where you are]
[Mission Two - find a shelter for the night]
[Mission Three - earn money]
[Mission One - find out where you are: learn the names of the world, empire, city you are currently in]
[Mission completion reward - 10xp]