I got out bed and approached the silver frame mirror hanging on the wall. The person staring at me through the mirror was unrecognizable.
He looked about twenty. Much younger than the age I supposed to have.
I raised my hand to touch his sharp jaw and inspecting every part of his deep brown face. There was nothing striking about him. No remarkable features other than his eyes. These eyes were familiar. They were unfocused carrying the weight on many sleepless night.
I took a step back to get a wider view of his body.
He was tall. His shirtless body revealed a muscular build, like he had trained for years.
Conclusion, I transmigrated into the body of a young man.
I had too many questions. Where do I start? Fortunately, I already knew the modus operandi.
'First'
My hands trembled, I coudn't stop smiling, my heart raced as I recite the spell.
"STATUS WINDOW"
Suddenly, appeared before my eyes, text shone white.
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PLAYER STATUS
TRAIT: Human
LVL: 1
STR:5
VIT: 3
MP: 2
DEX: 1
SKILLS
Mana Detection
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A status window, like the one you would see in games or anime was hovering midair.
Titled the PLAYER STATUS, I could infer that I was in game. There wasn't a character's name.
I tried to touch to the text, my fingers couldn't reach it. I tried telepathically; nothing worked. There was no button.
I sat on the edge of the bed. Feeling the excitement a moment ago died. I needed to think about the next step.
I scanned over the room, it was almost empty, the wall were bare with only two beds.
'Two beds?'
Now that I think about it, there's someone else living in this room.
'Maybe he or she left already.'
Next, i needed to figure out whom this body belongs to.
I moved slowly to the wooden desk, my hand brushed over the books lay on the desk. " RULES AND ORDER OF THE STUDENT UNION OF THE ROYAL COURT ACADEMY ''
" BASIC ETIQUETTE AND MANNERS "
" ALLAINE GAARD - THE ARCHMAGE "
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They weren't what I was looking for. I crouched to inspect the drawers. I opened the the first drawer. Inside there was a neatly folded outfit. I picked it up. The fabric was smooth, crisp, and oddly familiar—navy blue blazer, matching trousers, a pristine white shirt, and a tie striped in gold and deep blue.
I wasn't surprise. All the dots were connected. I was a character in a game, the room was likely a dorm room in an academy called The Royal Court Academy. The only missing part was my identity.
I had no memory of this body life. According to the usual plot either I'll get them later or I'll have to pretend to be amnesic.
I searched the other drawers, I found some notebooks, things like brush pens and a pair of simple black leather shoes.
I put on the uniform, straightened the tie, then adjusts the cuffs. Fully dressed, I looked in the mirror and nodded.
Five minutes later, I was still looking fo some prove of my identity. After all, knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.
I knelt down, reached my hand under my bed. My fingers touched something, a bundle. Digging through the clothes insides, I found an unsealed envelope, official-looking. I pulled it out and opened carefully.
It was the enrollment form for the Academy, the document I had been searching for. Relief washed over me; this was the key to everything