In a luxurious room, a young malnourished man lay on sliken sheets, his body seemed so weak he could be killed by a simple breeze.
The young man's eyes shot open, and a low groan left his lips before he groaned, "Fuck me, could have been gentler."
Realising he was bed-bound, he cursed, "Oh come on, man! How can I live for myself when I am like this?!"
Debating on offing himself and re-rolling his spawn, the voice he had only ever imagined in novels rang in his head.
[Ding!]
[System has now loaded!]
[Memories of the current body will be uploaded; this will hurt the Host.]
"Huh? What do you me-"
He was forced to stop himself from speaking as he instantly shoved the silken sheets into his mouth to muffle the screams that were currently tearing from his throat.
The memories of the body that he had been placed in shot through his mind like a flashback, images, people, experiences, and, more importantly, feelings.
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The body he was now in was that of a young dragon prince also named Caspian; his mother was the daughter of the current dragon king, his grandfather.
His father was out of the picture since his birth, and he has never asked about him, not seeing the need.
The reason for his current state was his mana; there was so much of it, and it was so powerful that everyone celebrated it at first.
For a member of the dragon race, power was respected above all.
But soon Caspian and everyone around him realised that it was more of a curse than a gift.
Even his draconic body did not have the capacity to hold so much mana, and it ended up weakening him.
He couldn't shape-shift into his dragon form or use the most basic spells until eventually he became bed-bound when the mana became too much for his body to withstand.
He was seen as a disgrace for one of the royal line to not be able to use mana and even become bed-bound because of it.
He was lucky to still have his mother, Sera, who treated him no differently. She cared for him herself for years as he lay in bed.
Until eventually falling into a coma.
Caspian felt so guilty, so useless, he didn't need the whispers behind his back or the others telling him how much of a failure he was; he already knew better than anyone, and it ate him up.
How much he yearned for the skies, to cast spells, to make his mother proud with his accomplishments, but alas, fate can be cruel, can it not?
He was blessed but also cursed.
The look on his mother's face of pure guilt and torment made his heart ache.
And as these feelings and images assaulted the mind of the one who had taken over his body, he felt tears streaming down his face as, finally, the despair of those memories and emotions abated.
"Fucking hell... and I thought my life sucked ass."
He mumbled as he wiped the tears away and tried to calm his emotions.
By the end of living through those fragmented memories, he didn't know whether he was still himself or someone completely different, like a merging of two souls.
But he didn't care as he pledged, "You poor guy, don't worry, I will ensure all those fools who treated you badly pay, and your mother, no, our mother, I will ensure she is proud."
He then smirked, "What better way to do all that than becoming the Dragon King?"
Picturing himself on the throne, his name ringing out across the world, and the people who had shamed him, belittled him and looked down on him, begging for their lives as he used them as stepping stones.
Alas, daydreams will not allow him to fulfil his promise, so he asked the system for advice.
"System, how can I fix this useless body?"
[Host, the Peerless Battle Physique is available to be used.]
"Was that my wish, the one about being a weapons master?"
He asked to confirm his suspicion.
[Affirmative Host.]
[Shall I start?]
"Yeah, let's get to it! This world from his memories seems like something I dreamed of!" He said enthusiastically.
But within the next moment, he was yet again biting onto silk sheets as the most excruciating pain he had ever felt assailed him.