Jake found himself in a whirlwind of confusion, his mind in chaos with the unexplainable circumstances surrounding his existence.

  “Was it all just a dream, or is someone tampering with my brain?” he mused. “It’s been a day since I woke up in this unfamiliar vessel and world, completely different from my memories. I can’t seem to recall anything related to this place.”

  With unease settling over him, Jake remained silent, withholding speech from those around him. Instead, he chose to observe—to watch and unravel the mystery that had befallen him.

  In his memory, Jake had once lived the life of a cybersecurity expert, thriving in the comfort of what seemed like a perfect existence. Yet, over time, a creeping sense of boredom took root, an emptiness that gnawed at his core. Success became routine, and life lost its flavor, leaving him adrift in a sea of monotony.

  One day, in pursuit of something more, he betrayed his organization and disappeared with an important research element. What followed was an eight-year game of cat and mouse, a reckless pursuit that set him on the edge of danger. The thrill of the chase sustained him for a while, but even the most exhilarating games lose their luster with time.

  Eventually, exhaustion set in. Determined to break free from the endless cycle, he sought the truth behind the knowledge he had uncovered. But as he drew closer, darkness descended. His memories became clouded, fragmented as though someone had wielded a merciless eraser, leaving only disjointed pieces of a life that no longer felt his own.

  Now, trapped in an unfamiliar body, Jake grappled with a shattered reality, haunted by the specter of a past slipping through his fingers.

  “It’s been a week since I arrived. Time slips through my fingers like sand, and everything feels unreal, as if I’m trapped in a dream I can’t wake from. Even my memories betray me. What is real? Am I real? Is this the afterlife? Did I die?”

  He leaned against the ornate balcony railing, staring out at the breathtaking expanse before him. The air was fresh, crisp, untainted, so unlike the world he remembered.

  “One thing is certain: I am not this child. A child does not think like this. A child does not weave such complex chains of logic, does not dissect reality with a mind sharpened by experience. Thoughts like this are not innate; it is forged in the fire of time. And yet, here I am, bound to a body that feels utterly foreign.”

  Some fragments of memory still rang true, but this world remained an enigma. Perhaps it was some natural phenomenon, something beyond reason, something he had unwillingly been swept into.

  And yet, for the first time in years, something stirred within him. Excitement.

  “This place… it’s beautiful. It’s fresh. This feels like a new journey. Maybe, just maybe, I’ve finally found my cure for boredom.”

  From what he had gathered, this was the Nayxia Kingdom’s northernmost region. The body he now inhabited belonged to a wealthy noble family, the Diablo Family. The boy’s name: Nox Diablos. The Diablos were masters of dark magic and swordsmanship, a legacy that carried both prestige and fear.

  The Nayxia Kingdom is a realm of medieval fantasy, its architecture a blend of towering stone castles, intricate gothic spires, and grand courtyards adorned with statues of legendary warriors and mythical beings. The northernmost region, where the Diablo family resided, was surrounded by a stunning yet untamed landscape, dense forests stretching far beyond the horizon, winding rivers glistening under the golden sun, and imposing mountains that loomed in the distance, their snow-capped peaks standing as eternal sentinels. From his balcony, Jake could see the vast wilderness, a land both beautiful and dangerous, where nature thrived in its rawest form. The wind carried the distant howls of beasts that roamed the depths of the forests, a reminder that this was a world far different from the one he once knew.

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  The concept of magic itself was fascinating, an idea so foreign to his logical mind that it felt like a dream. But dreams were never this real.

  “Whatever this is, I should play along for now. And… maybe it’s time to let my so-called family know I’ve ‘lost’ my memories. ”With that thought, Jake turned from the balcony and made his way toward his father’s office.

  His ‘father’ a high-ranking noble in the Nayxia Kingdom, ruler of the northernmost region held power over vast lands and was revered among his people.

  The Nayxia Kingdom was divided into four vast regions East, West, North, and South with the capital at its heart, where the Imperial Family resided in the seat of absolute power. Each region was ruled by an influential noble family, their legacies woven into the fabric of the kingdom’s history.

  The East belonged to the Marco Family, masters of Dark Martial Arts, their combat techniques honed through generations of ruthless discipline.

  The South was ruled by the Ironhart Family, infamous for their control over Dark Flames, a cursed fire that devoured all in its path

  The West was governed by the Arcane Family, wielders of Dark Magic.

  Meanwhile, in the beautifully maintained Diablo’se garden, a woman sat beneath the shade of a towering silverwood tree. The air carried the scent of blooming night lilies, their violet petals glowing faintly under the twilight sky. A stone fountain trickled softly nearby, its rhythmic water flow adding to the serene yet melancholic atmosphere.

  Lady Evelyn Diablo’s, Nox’s mother, was seated on a polished obsidian bench, her hands clasped together as she spoke in hushed, anxious tones. Across from her stood a man draped in a long coat, the sigil of the kingdom embroidered on its chest, Dr. Willem, the Diablos family’s physician.

  “Dr. Willem,” she began, her voice laced with worry, “can you tell me what’s happening to Nox? He seems so… lost. He doesn’t speak to anyone. Furthermore, he hardly acknowledges us. It’s as if he’s trapped inside his mind.”

  Her eyes shimmered under the moonlight, betraying the fear she tried to suppress.

  The doctor exhaled deeply, his expression grim. “My Lady, I have examined him multiple times, but physically, he is in perfect health. However, his silence, his withdrawn nature… these are signs of severe trauma. It is likely a result of the incident.”

  Lady Evelyn’s grip on her gown tightened. “The incident… you mean the attack?”

  Dr. Willem nodded solemnly. “Yes. A near-death experience, especially at his young age, can leave deep psychological scars. The mind protects itself in strange ways. His silence could be a defense mechanism, a way to suppress the horror of what happened that day.”

  She looked away, her gaze drifting toward the distant castle towers. The memory of that night still haunted her, the blood, the screams, the cold fear that gripped her heart when she found her son lying unconscious, his small body covered in wounds.

  “But he’s alive,” she whispered, almost as if convincing herself. “He survived. He’s here with us. Shouldn’t he be getting better?”

  Dr. Willem’s voice was gentle but firm. “Not all wounds heal with time alone. If his memories are too painful, he may be resisting them, burying them deep within himself. Sometimes, when trauma is too great, the mind erases parts of the past to protect itself.”

  Lady Evelyn swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing on her. “Are you saying… he may never remember?”

  “It’s possible,” Willem admitted. “Or he may recall fragments, distorted images that make little sense. Right now, forcing him to remember could do more harm than good. What he needs most is patience and support. Let him recover at his own pace.”

  A silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken fears.

  Finally, Lady Evelyn stood, her silk dress flowing around her as the evening wind picked up. “He’s my son, Doctor. I don’t care how long it takes. I just want him back.”

  Dr. Willem gave a respectful nod. “Then all we can do is watch over him, My Lady. And hope that, in time, he finds his way back to us.”

  As she turned to leave, she cast one last glance toward the castle windows. Somewhere inside, her son her once bright and lively child was lost in a world of silence.

  And she could only pray that he wasn’t too far gone to return.