Bale suddenly woke up.
He rolled to the side and pushed the ground with his right hand intending to push himself up with the help of the force generated, and get the hell out of here immediately, but...
"huh..."
What was going on, instead of the hard gravel floor he had been expecting under his hands, what he pushed against was soft and comfy.
Bale's mind fell into a blank state for a while.
... what is happening right now ...
It was that moment that he realised that he was actually on a soft bed.
... so that was what I pushed against ...
Glancing around, he discovered that he was in a majestically adorned room, the silk draped walls swaying from the light breeze entering from an open window to the side of the bed seemed to increase the feeling of grandeur and majesty that the room subjected its viewers to.
but that was the least of issues to of his issues.
... what happened, shouldn't I be in the middle of the street with my blood flowing from the numerous gunshot wounds on my body? how did i end up in this room? Bale ran back his memories before he woke up or to be exact the last memories he could recall from his past life.
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Bale was a soldier by profession, he was not exactly outstanding but he was also not entirely dismissive, he did not go out to fight wars, in fact, the few times he had shot a gun was only during practice. It was not that he didnt want to go on operations and fight wars like the other new recruits, it was just that during training he mostly solved his issues using his brain and so he was drafted in a special military program, and after training he was assigned to a unit that map out the battlefields and make decisions for the soldiers on ground.
As a great battle strategist, he soon became popular amongst the soilders, because of his quick thinking and ability to quickly identify enemy weaknesses and use it against them, thus reducing the casualties. he got so good at his work that even his enemies and allies started calling him The Weaver; because from the beginning of any battle, to the soilders and enemies it was like they were inevitably playing into his hands with no chance for escape.
However, in the general scale of the war, he was still insignificant, or he would have remained insignificant; Three months prior to his bleeding out on the street, he had received an assignment for a special secret mission, unlike his other missions this one will require him to be on ground to strategize and plan out the mission due to lack of satellite imagery. No details about the mission was shared until arrival at the makeshift base, that was when he discovered that this mission was for the extraction of the child of a top government official that the terrorists had been using to blackmail the Federation, this had caused the Federation to resort to small skirmishes with the terrorist instead of a full blown war. the Federation however was tired of the stalemate and decided to extract the boy so as to be able to depoly soilders without fear of the terrorist harming the boy.
A few days after getting to the temporary base Bale began to notice some discrepancies amongst the the staff, even the extraction plan was already formed and all they had to do was review it. On the D- day the feeling in his gut became more pronounced and he could not even sleep well, he expected the mission to not go well and had even prepared several contingencies, but it was for naught the extraction was successful and the boy was loaded on the same transport carrier that carried everyone back to their country, the temporary base was destroyed and they were soon flying home.
On the carrier Bale closed his eyes and rested his head on the side of the aircraft, he was supposed to be at ease considering the fact that they were getting closer and closer to home, however, his feeling of unease grew more and more he checked their coordinates and realised that they were already in the airspace controlled by their country when an explosion rocked the carrier, panic and chaos descended on the cabin as the carrier lurched sideways careening towards the ground and then everything went blank.
When he woke up in the hospital a few days later he learnt that everyone on the flight including the boy was killed on impact and that he was the only one who was alive. he was discharged soon and was given some time off, it was during his time off that he encountered a local gang molesting a lady and he called the cops, however, the cops had taken too long and he decided to intervene only to be shot several time in the chest and left on the street to die as hi...
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"Your highness you... you are awake?"
Bale blinked as his focus was disturbed, he blinked again
... wait if I was shot on the street then where am I right now, this place does not seem like an hospital, whose room is this and whose voice was that right now, also who was the voice referring to as your highness ...
As these thoughts ran through his mind, a set of unfamiliar memories suddenly rushed up from his heart ! Memories and informations then surged into his mind. at this point Bale felt as though he was struck by lightning, his consciousness buckled under the flood of memories and he passed out.
When Bale woke up again, he tried to sit up but quickly laid down back, his head was hurting. He took this moment to sift through the memories he had received and slowly realised where he was, he had apparently been transmigrated into the body of a young crown prince who was killed on a day that was supposed to be a glorious day for him. The continent where the kingdom was located was called Thalorim and the kingdom was apparently named after the continent, the body that he was transmigrated into was the crown prince of the kingdom a young and wise boy whose military acheivements were no less than his despite his younger age.
The kingdom of Thalorim or rather the entire continent was at constant war against some otherworldly creatures, what Bale found interesting was the fact that there were cultivators in this world, as a child he had always fantasized about riding his sword and flying through the air with the wind blowing against his face and his clothes fluttering in the wind as he jumped down to rescue the damsel in distress and kil...
... Ai, now was not the time to continue fantasizing ...
He opened his eyes and looked around the room, the furniture was styled in antique ways but they all seemed new and well taken care of, careful not to make any noise, he stood up from the bed and moved around the room, from the memories of the Crown prince he was aware that his eunuchs and guards were always by his door ready to respond to any sound from the room, so he was careful in the way he moved and soon made his way to his target ... the mirror ...
... Of course i'm not vain i just want to check how fit this body is ...
As Bale reached the mirror he was startled for a moment and a grin broke out on his face
... he, he, he With my status as Crown prince and such a nice body I should be able to recreate that scene from my fantasies ...
He dismissed his thoughts however and started to plan his future in this new body of his using the memories he gained from the crown prince he went to the desk that was located close to the bed and brought out sheet of paper and ...
" huh, i don't know how to write with a brush and ink."
He thought for a moment and just decided to use the brush and ink, it was not as though he was planning on keeping the sheet of paper after writing on it, he only wanted to have a clear goal as this was something he always did on earth to help keep him focused and put his goal in sight.
He breathed in and held the ink stained brush over the sheet of paper then wrote out his goals
* Survive; despite the fact that he had the memories of the Crown prince his actions and behaviours were different, so the first part of the plan was to make sure that no one suspects him.
* Grow stronger; from the memories of the crown prince he has confirmed that this was a world where only the strong had a say and only by growing stronger can he prevent himself from dying like a rat like he did on earth.
Holding the paper over the fire place in the room, Bale's eyes burned with conviction as he stared ahead
... From now on I am no longer Bale, I am Ashven Crown Prince of the kingdom of Thalorim."