Chapter 1

"Am I... still alive?"

Morin, with the little strength left in his body, barely managed to open his eyes.

What met his gaze was a wooden ceiling made of planks.

Before he could take in his surroundings, a sharp pain shot through his head.

Fragmented and broken memories flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Sweet, bitter, and even... terrifying memories.

These jumbled memories were forcefully crammed into Morin's mind.

The overloading of his brain triggered a strong alarm in his already injured head.

"These memories... what's going on? Wasn't I supposed to be pronounced dead after the failed resuscitation?"

Despite the pain, a look of confusion appeared in Morin's eyes.

He clearly remembered being rushed to the hospital due to a sudden stomach cramp, only to be diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.

In the last three months of his life, Morin, who had not eaten a single grain of rice, had become skin and bones, lying weakly on the hospital bed, relying on medication to sustain his life.

He remembered how, during that time, he desperately wished he could have a full meal, even if it was just junk food like fried chicken and cola.

But even in his final moments, his wish was never fulfilled.

To prolong his life by even a day, his ex-girlfriends had strictly forbidden any food that might cause him discomfort.

At times, he wondered if this was the heavens and "they" punishing him.

After enduring for three months, Morin finally succumbed and left the world forever.

...

After an unknown amount of time had passed.

As the unfamiliar memories in Morin's mind gradually became clearer and were quickly digested by him, he finally understood his current situation.

"Is this... reincarnation?"

Although he didn't know if he had been lucky enough to be favored by the goddess of fortune, giving him another chance,

he was still alive.

That was enough.

In the last half-year of his life in the previous world, every day felt like an eternity.

Even without the terminal illness, he felt that he might have quietly left the world one morning.

Actually, he couldn't blame himself for what happened back then.

But...

Sigh, some things are best left in the past.

To be reborn in this peaceful age is already a blessing from the goddess of fortune.

After all, in his previous life, he was just an orphan from an orphanage.

Even in death, he was alone.

So there was nothing to miss.

As for those "ex-girlfriends," well... it's better not to recall them.

After resting for a while and feeling his strength return, Morin struggled to sit up and began to take in his surroundings.

It was a wooden room less than thirty square meters in size.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine and mold, mixed with a faint hint of sea salt.

The items were arranged simply and neatly, with most of the exposed items secured with various restraints.

In addition to the bed Morin was lying on, there were two other wooden beds placed evenly in the room, all covered with white sheets.

There was also a semi-transparent cabinet filled with various items and some tables and chairs.

Strangely, the room had no windows for ventilation, except for a door.

The only light came from a dim chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Where... am I?"

In his last memory, he was following the main force, landing on the coastline of a town, and fighting the pirates who were raiding the town to protect the residents of the Oikot Kingdom.

How did he end up here in the blink of an eye?

Just as Morin was puzzled, the wooden door, which was not particularly narrow, creaked open, making a harsh, unpleasant sound.

A short, fat, balding middle-aged man in a white coat, looking like a doctor, walked in.

The bald doctor, carrying a pile of items, was momentarily stunned when he saw Morin sitting up on the bed, awake.

Then, regaining his composure, he looked relieved.

"Thank goodness, you finally made it. If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have been able to explain it to General Nelson."

Looking at the short, fat figure in front of him, Morin's memories surged.

"Are you Doctor George?"

The short, fat Doctor George was taken aback for a moment, then said happily, "Good boy, you remember me!"

The simple greeting increased Doctor George's good impression of Morin.

In Morin's memory, Doctor George was the resident physician of the 13th Branch of the East Sea Navy. Although his medical skills were not particularly outstanding, he was a rare talent in the sea where medical personnel were scarce.

Moreover, due to the special nature of the medical profession, no one usually dared to offend them.

After all, in the unpredictable sea, getting injured or sick was a common occurrence.

In such a situation, you would realize how serious the consequences of offending a doctor who might treat you at any time could be.

Of course, Morin and Doctor George had only met a few times.

He remembered George's name mainly because of his distinctive Mediterranean hairstyle.

Perhaps it was the familiarity of a known face in this new body that brought a sense of relief to Morin.

He then asked, "Doctor George, where are we? How... did I end up here?"

"Hmm!" Doctor George frowned, looking at Morin seriously. "You... don't remember what happened?"

"What happened?"

Seeing Morin's face, which did not seem to be lying, Doctor George took a deep breath, looking worried as he picked up a writing board and quickly wrote down some notes.

"Patient has lost some memories before the injury. Based on the head wound, the following possibilities are considered:

1. The patient's brain neurons were damaged, leading to memory impairment!

2. The patient's mind may have been unable to handle the shock, leading to subconscious forgetting and sealing off part of the self-memory. There is a possibility of post-traumatic stress disorder, and further observation is recommended!"