My World Rebuilt

Chapter 2: The World Rebuilt

I slowly open my eyes, and even now I can hear the chanting in the back of my brain. But instead of creeping me out, as it should (with someone else's voice talking in my head) it was oddly comforting. It was almost like having a song stuck in your head that you couldn't help but just singing along. I slowly look around my room, reflecting that even in my own head I refer to it as my own room even though I don't remember even seeing this room before. It was a somewhat smaller room, approximately ten meters by ten meters across, but it seemed comfortable and lived in. Exploring my body with my sense I came to realize that not only do I not have a right arm, everything from the heart down is just straight not there. I start panicking almost out of habit, then another realization dawns on me. I was starting to freak out, not because I was freaked out, but that was because it would be the "normal reaction". In fact, the state of my mangled body felt so normal and comfortable to me that my memories of that life seemed be a dream. As I examine my consciousness, I notice I seemed to have lost a piece of my personality, the part that made me feel things, the part of me that made me be recognizable as human.

It wasn't like that part of me just wasn't there anymore, as evidenced by the way I almost instinctively reacted in horror at the state of my body. It almost felt like I had lost connection to that part of my brain, and I could access it again if I tried. Honestly it was a very uncomfortable feeling, while my body felt like it fit me, my mind felt like it was someone else. It is a weird feeling to describe and after some more internal investigation I found that there was a part of my mind that I couldn't access. Whenever I snuck up on this feeling it would momentarily disappear and then reappear again. This whole experience was one big contradiction, I was in a room that was familiar, but I had never seen before, in a body that probably wasn't mine, and finally in a mind that didn't feel like my own, with chanting in my head in a voice that was definitely not my own.

Maybe I had reincarnated or transmigrated to a different world, and as I think that I can feel myself chuckle. If this is true, then that feeling of something in my mind that was being kept from me was most likely my memories of this current life that I had seemed to join midway through. Deciding that I knew too little and that defeating this mental block could very well lead to the answers I seek I close my eyes and focus on defeating this mental block. I can feel myself slowly cracking through until finally I hear something snap and then audible silence until I hear the words:

It was that voice again, the one who's chanting had stopped recently and I had failed to notice. The voice was masculine and deep, calm and confident but not overly so. They talked like they were sure that this is what they wanted to say, and there was no hesitation in their voice at all.

Not knowing quite literally how to respond I just sit there thinking.

[That's not my---]

[So then why did I die?]

[Okay, can you give my memories back then, how am I supposed to readjust to this life if you're still trapping me with the memories of that dream. And as you did for me, to answer the question you're thinking right now, I am a little impatient. Dick.]

[Son of a]

Pain assaults my brain like a cascade almost like my brain was being forcibly ripped to shreds and then tossed around my skull. As the pain slowly fades memories begin to cascade into my brain slowly filling in the details for my life.

I was the only son of a village doctor and his wife. I had been bitten by a mana snake 2 years ago when I was only eighteen, and this caused my body to rapidly decay, causing my father to amputate most of my body. It was literally a miracle, as this world had developed mana, magic, and divinity leaning on these things as crutches. This meant compared to the world in my dream, it was literally some sort of backwater nothingness. The world is technologically similar to the time period known as the second great agricultural revolution. This meant only cold weapons and a dubious understanding of the human body. But the local priest attributed it to Gods will, and offered to implant me with a divinity seed. Divinity was an esoteric energy that was supposedly produced and given out by God. Through this energy people were able to cast prayers which would allow for different miracles to happen, if you had enough gas, you could pretty much do anything with this power. The divinity seed is where this divinity comes from, or supposedly how we receive this energy from God. Through this divinity seed there might have been hope for me to gain enough power to heal myself or at the very least allow myself some form of comfort in this body of mine. But the implant had failed, due to this "thing" inside my mind.

[What are you anyway]

[Like anyone would believe me] I think as I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. As if right on queue the door to my room begins to wiggle as someone presses it open…