Chapter 1

"Have you heard? The old Moore's boy was hit by a horse."

"Poor kid, if I'm not mistaken, he's only thirteen this year. He'll probably be bedridden for the rest of his life."

"You're talking about 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 they were talking about, a lowly peasant. He had been farming obediently for half his life, with an ordinary appearance, no ability, and no property. He didn't get married until he was twenty-three, when a woman who didn't mind his status agreed to marry him.

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

Their son, 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 a horse through the village and accidentally hit the poor Roy, who immediately fell into a coma.

The village's incompetent herbal doctor couldn't find any external injuries. More surprisingly, the child naturally woke up after a day of coma, but he seemed like a different person, with a blank stare, not speaking, and 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 old, as if a gust of wind could blow them away. The village was small, with only 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 dazzling sun, not blinking, like a soulless puppet.

In the neighboring yard, a rough-skinned farmer woman was bending down 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 at the doorstep, touching his short black hair, and a hint of warmth appeared on his weathered face.

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

"Huh? Father..." A few days ago, the awakened Roy ignored old Moore, but today, his delicate face showed some emotion, his dazed eyes became clear, and he mumbled with his mouth.

"Luoyi... Roy... Right, I'm called Roy now."

"Did the child speak?" The farmer was delighted and 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 son has spoken, don't bother feeding those animals!"

With this shout, the farmer 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 looked at 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 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 Luoyi, an eighteen-year-old high school dropout from Earth, and Roy, the son of a farmer in the small village of Caye, on the southern border of the country of Eden in this world.

As Luoyi, 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, addicted to games, and 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 crazily 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 nonsense!" Old Moore shouted at his wife, gently patting Roy's head with a loving look, "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.

The walls were uneven, and the 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: a few dry and hard bread rolls that looked like deformed potatoes, an egg, two salted fish, and a thick soup made from various vegetables like potatoes. The important thing was that there were no seasonings, and even salt was a luxury in this household.

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. After not eating 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 barely touched the small pot of food 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 their son to regain his strength, 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, sorcerers, and monsters."

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

"Without power or authority, misfortune can 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 Enemy's Grave," 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 and cause chaos?

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

"What can I do? How can I protect old Moore and Susie? Roy, at thirteen, doesn't have much time left."

However, his arrival in this world was not in vain. Like many other transmigrants, he had a golden finger.