The Amber Sword

Chapter 1 – The person in the dream

“Warning: Severe hemorrhaging, Imminent death.”
“Warning: Heart function deteriorating, Imminent death.”

When Sophie woke up, his mind was still reverberating with the loud warning sounds after that dire battle. It was a sound like a saber cutting across his mind again and again, causing him to have a splitting headache. (TL: Yes, Sophie is male. Don’t look at me, that’s the author’s choice.)

That’s right, he remembered he should be in a game with his friends from ‘The godly force’ defending the Orrgesh mountainous region against the Madara’s undead army. The ashen skies were howling with the freezing winds, and uncountable shadow creatures were streaming down from the dagger-like mountain peaks. The forces were without end in sight as if they were a black tidal wave. The huge army were comprised of thousands of skeleton, and there necromancers hidden within them, as well as skeleton dragons and blood curling wraiths circling in the sky.

Surround on all fronts, they were definitely doomed.

His first reaction was to curse in his heart, that bunch of twat bastards from ‘The flaming thorns’, never mind their incompetence, they even had to dragged their allies down by allowing the enemies to surround their rear, this was fucking horseshit!

He then finally had the heart to check his status. It was a delightful surprise to find that he did not die, as the Madara army tended not to leave anyone alive. But he immediately creased his forehead. His injuries were a little too ridiculous. Not only did his heart dealt a fatal blow, he even had carrion poisoning.

Wait, carrion poisoning?

He could feel that the Brendel youth had in his life.

His aspirations, his desires, what he loved, what he hated.

It was like he had just been reborn and finished nineteen years of life. His everything was like Sophie’s everything, as if it was one and the same. These two very long dreams that merged with each other made him felt lost.

“I am Sophie.”

“But I am also Brendel.”

A sense of sluggish exhaustion gushed out from Sophie’s innermost heart, and covered his entire body in an instant. In the end, he gave a long sigh and calmed down slowly.

[Forget it, since things has come to thus, just let it slide.]

Sophie could not resist shaking his head, and looked at his arm:

“With this meager strength, he had the nerve to claim he was number one in swordsmanship…..” He could not help but mock himself when he thought of Brendel. Unexpectedly he felt a scintilla of relief.

[It’s fine, even if I left that world I have no regrets left behind there.]

Suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the darkness. Sophie felt that it was the Gods above giving him another chance, and ignited hope within his heart.

That was because he recalled a particular event.

That’s right, Aouine. This was a doomed kingdom within the game, and in Brendel’s memory was the ‘Year of bustling summer leaves and flowers’. This was the 375th year of the first era, and the game history was written to the 44th year of the second era! Sophie’s body trembled when he found himself becoming like a prophet because of his memories.

Indeed, no one was more familiar with what was going to happen in this world. As one who did not accomplished anything in his past life and escaped reality by hiding in the gaming world, what was he going to do in this one to make up for it?

Sophie became dazed.

This was the ‘Year of the bustling summer leaves and flowers’, and the opening year of the First Black Rose war. In that war Aouine was completely decimated, but that was also the era where a new renaissance happened.

And he was also one who experienced it first hand. He remembered that his first choice was also Aouine when he first played this game. He was a complete newbie who grew in such a war.

The curtains were raised thanks to the start of this war and accompanied by Aouine’s one sided defeat. The situation was only reversed only when the Bruglas army arrived. Sophie’s memory of that dire battle was deeply engraved. He had also followed the forces, and the survivors were less than one out of ten.

He was no more than a common person, be it the past life or this life.

Brendel’s skills with the swords are literally pointless. The sudden assault from Madara was something out from a classical textbook. Swift, merciless and silent, and when this ancient kingdom reacted from it, the entire army within this region had received a cataclysm.

And on this day, Brendel must have encountered the Madara’s scouts. Sophie suddenly felt an alarming chill climbing his spine again.

He could only display his ambition after surviving.

He immediately comprehended that he needed to save himself by finding something to stop the bleeding. The youth struggled towards the empty side corridor. As he examined the design of this house, it resonated with his imagination. He was well acquainted with the building design precisely because he had the most unforgettable time spent here.

“Aouine, here I come again—” Sophie whispered softly in spite of himself.

TL: Kind of a speed translation, I guess. I just wanted to get it out there this was the main protagonist and not CH 0’s trolling (kind of). I’ll fix any mistakes later.