Chapter 1

"Have you heard? The young boy from the old Moore family was hit by a horse."

"Poor kid, if I'm not mistaken, he's only thirteen this year. He'll probably have to spend the rest of his life in bed."

"You're talking about what happened a few days ago. The latest news is that Roy, the boy, has woken up, but unfortunately, there seems to be something wrong with his brain. He just stands in the yard all day, staring blankly."

A few farmers were whispering to each other on the field ridge. Behind them, a tall middle-aged man quietly put down his hoe, clenched his fists, and his face was full of anger and helplessness.

He was the old Moore the farmers were talking about, a lowly peasant. He had spent half his life farming obediently, with an ordinary appearance, no abilities, and no property. He was twenty-three when a woman who didn't mind his low status agreed to marry him.

The couple didn't have a child until they were twenty-five. In this world and era, there were many people who became parents at fifteen or sixteen, so they were undoubtedly considered older parents. They naturally doted on their child and were reluctant to let him work in the fields.

Their child, Roy, was obedient, quiet, and never caused trouble. He always had a shy smile, completely different from the wild kids in the village.

"What a well-behaved child..."

Thinking of this, old Moore felt even more pain. Good times didn't last long. Just four days ago, a woman rode through the village at a gallop, brushing past the poor Roy, who immediately fell unconscious.

The village's incompetent herbal doctor found no external injuries. More surprisingly, the child naturally woke up after a day of unconsciousness, but he seemed like a different person, with a blank stare, not speaking, not responding, just staring at the sky.

Like a fool!

"Ah..." Old Moore, worried about his son, saw that it was getting late and hurried home with his hoe.

The houses in the village were made of thatch and wood, shabby and dilapidated, as if a gust of wind could blow them away. The village was small, with about a hundred households.

Old Moore's house was on the western edge of the village. It was noon, the sun was at its most intense, and a small figure was facing the glaring sun, not blinking, like a soulless puppet.

In the neighboring yard, a rough-skinned peasant woman was bending over to feed the chickens.

"Staring at the sun, what if it hurts your eyes? Susie! Didn't I tell you to watch the child? Look what he's doing!"

Old Moore rushed into his overgrown yard, picked up his son, and placed him by the threshold, touching his short black hair, and a hint of warmth appeared on his weathered face.

"Little Roy, listen to your father, don't do such foolish things in the future."

"Huh? Father..." For a while, the awakened Roy ignored old Moore, but today, his delicate face showed a change, his dazed eyes became clear, and his mouth moved, mumbling,

"Lu Yi... Roy... Yes, I'm called Roy now."

"Did the child speak?" The farmer, surprised, leaned in to listen to his son.

He finally confirmed that his son, who hadn't spoken for three days and three nights, hadn't become mute.

"Susie, come quickly, the child has spoken, don't bother feeding those animals!"

With this shout, the peasant woman hurried in from outside.

The couple hugged Roy from both sides, and when they heard him call their names, they were moved to tears.

Roy carefully examined his parents—old Moore and Susie. They had ordinary faces, wore old linen clothes, had rough skin, and were thin from hard work, exuding the simplicity and earthiness of rural farmers.

"These are my parents."

Roy's eyes welled up, his heart touched, and he hugged the couple's shoulders.

At this moment, two completely different sets of memories in his mind merged. He was both Lu Yi, an eighteen-year-old high school dropout from Earth, and Roy, the son of a farmer in the small village of Cay, on the southern border of the country of Eden in this world.

As Lu Yi, his parents died in an accident, and he dropped out of school, indulging in the virtual world of games, planning to join his parents after spending the compensation money.

He could be described as an orphan, with no car, no money, and a life of gaming, destined to die soon.

Roy, though a lowly farmer's son, lived a poor life but enjoyed the family affection he had long lost.

"I played games so intensely just to fill the void in my heart."

"This is my chance to make up for it." Now, he had inherited all of Roy's memories and emotions, feeling a blood connection to the couple.

"Roy, what happened to you a few days ago? You scared us to death!"

"I... I was scared by the horse, I just remember being very afraid, and I don't know anything else..."

"Don't ask such foolish questions!" Old Moore shouted at his wife, his face full of affection as he stroked Roy's head, "It's good that the child is fine, it's good..."

Calming his emotionally charged parents, Roy began to look around his new home, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Surrounded by uneven walls, the entire house had only a fireplace, an iron pot, a few tables and chairs, and two "beds," if you could call the layer of dry grass and cloth on the ground a bed.

Not long after, the woman prepared lunch, consisting of a few dry and hard, misshapen bread rolls, an egg, two salted fish, and a thick soup made from various vegetables like potatoes. The important thing was that there were no seasonings; in this family, even a bit of salt was considered a luxury.

Roy suppressed his strange feelings and carefully took a bite, "What's the point? In my previous life, it was hard to get such natural, organic vegetables."

Perhaps influenced by the body's instincts, he quickly adapted to the taste of the food. Having not eaten much for a few days, he was very hungry and ate ravenously.

The meager food quickly diminished.

"Slow down, child, don't choke." The couple watched their son with silly smiles, constantly adding more food to his plate, but they didn't eat much from the small pot themselves.

They only occasionally took a bite of the salted fish.

...

In the afternoon, after old Moore and Susie left to discuss killing a chicken for the evening to nourish their son, Roy's expression turned serious.

Eden, how could he not know, having been obsessed with The Witcher 3?

"One of the four northern countries, this is the world of witchers, wizards, and monsters."

In this world and era, bandits, monsters, diseases, and natural disasters ravaged the land, making life extremely difficult.

"Without power or rights, misfortune could strike at any time."

According to the memories of his original self, it was now 1260.

If nothing went wrong, in three years, the brilliant emperor of the southern Nilfgaard Empire, Emhyr var Emreis, known as "the white flame dancing over the graves of enemies," would launch the First Northern War, which began in the distant western kingdom of Cintra, but who could guarantee that no deserters would come to this area to cause trouble.

And in seven years, in 1267, the Second Northern War would break out, and Eden would not be spared.

"What can I do? At least I need to protect old Moore and Susie." Roy, at thirteen, didn't have much time to spare.

However, his arrival in this world wasn't for nothing. Like many other transmigrants, he had a golden finger.