The Draven s

It was like falling into a deep river. Slowly the cold turned into warmth.

It was as if a ray of sunshine hit my face. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a meadow by the river, strange because something soft fell on my hand, when I confirmed that a wolf was biting my hand.

"Ah... my hand, my arm is broken; call an ambulance."

"Can you be quiet? Just being bitten by a wolf won't kill you."

"The problem is my hand."

"Take a good look."

My hand feels fragile, and what's more surprising is that the wolf's teeth were all broken, so it decided to run away.

"Thank you, who just spoke?"

"Something under you."

Following the woman's voice, I found a Sword lying near me.

"You can talk?"

"Aah, it's faster if you try to look at the water's edge in the mirror."

I was confused and followed her words until I was wide-eyed in shock. This is not my face; long silky hair, a thin body and a pretty face.

"Am I a woman?"

I hastily checked my chest, and there was no bulge; after confirming what was underneath me, I could breathe a sigh of relief.

What is clear is that I am still a man, thank God. My appearance is probably around fifteen years old, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, and a black hooded cape.

I took the sword and asked her, "What exactly is this? I don't think this is my body."

"It is indeed your body or rather a new body, which is clear survivor you have been reincarnated into another world where magic and swords reside."

Hearing that, I immediately protested, "Wait a minute; I don't remember dying. I was buying a game, and then I walked home."

"Do you not remember? This is called the punishment of the miser."

"What do you mean by the punishment?" I asked with troubled eyes.

"You bought the game, but when you discovered that your change was lacking, you wanted to return. But unfortunately, you accidentally were hit by a truck, and died."

"What kind of death is that? And it has absolutely nothing to do with games or misers either."

"Do you know how much the change is?"

"One thousand?"

"So, you're stupid."

"One hundred?"

"So. you're an idiot."

"Ten?"

"Then you're not smart enough."

This sword likes to make fun of me, and its speech also sounds sarcastic.

"One?"

"Precisely."

I held my frustrated head while said, "I died because I only wanted to take a one dollar, so my life only cost a one."

"Indeed."

I let out a deep breath, and if I were to come back to life here, I would be much more generous. But we can ignore that for now.

"By the way, who are you?"

"My name is Olivia, and I am a Goddess who brought you to this world."

"But you're just a sword."

"I have reasons for taking this form, but if I want to eat, I will become my Goddess form."

"Seems like there's something you're trying to hide?"

"When the time comes, I will tell you."

I sighed softly, decided not to ask any further, and walked forward. I don't know where I'm going, and the most important thing is that I can arrive at a town or village like that.

After desperately arriving at a city surrounded by walls, one of the guards asked me, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Poor sir, I haven't eaten in three days."

"Even though you say it's not like your stomach looks big."

"I mean, I haven't eaten grilled meat, sweetbreads and juice," I immediately objected; on the way here, I picked some fruit.

"No money for you; you have to work to eat."

"Work?"

"I see you have a sword, and it's not like you can become an adventurer in the guild."

"Adventure? Just like in the game."

"Games?"

"It is nothing."

"If you decide to stay in this city, I must write your name."

"Ah, sure, my name is Zack Draven, fifteen years old, and I'm an orphan."