PROLOGUE

I never believed in the 'light at the end of the tunnel' madness where people, after having a near-death experience, would wake up in a sweat and exclaim, "I saw the light!"

But there I was, in this so-called <tunnel >, facing a dazzling light, when the last thing I remembered was sleeping in my room....the royal room, as others called it .

Was I dead? If yes, how ? Had I been murdered?

I didn't remember harming anyone, but then again, being a powerful public figure meant that others had all sorts of reasons to want me dead.

The pressure that pushed me towards this mysterious light made me give up the hope that all this was just a dream. Instead, I relaxed? which seemed to make things more comfortable? and went with the flow.

The journey seemed to last forever. I half expected to hear, at any moment, a children's choir singing an angelic hymn, beckoning me to head toward what I hoped would be heaven. Instead, as if looking through a foggy window, everything around me turned into a blur of light, forcing me to close my eyes.

I felt a cold touch on my skin and my body felt numb, or so I thought.

I get into a more comfortable position as I inspect my new body. I look at my hands to see that they are much smaller and thinner than my hands full of calluses, my skin was soft and as pale as milk.

My build is short and quite skinny, with a shock of hazel hair. I wear a red shirt with black sleeves, simple beige pants, a white scarf tied around my neck, a pair of black shoes without details and an old worn machete placed next to me.

What the hell?? Why did I become a child again, who doesn't look like me when I was still a kid?

Not only do I not feel the slightest trace of Qi in my body but my physical condition is currently weak, very weak. Which is quite humiliating for me who was once a Great Warrior and a feared King and respected for his strength.

No that's not the subject I should ask myself, it's that I'm alive again?

How is it possible? Is this a joke of the Gods or is it something else?

Although the place looks like to a dark and dim cave, I don't think it's hell, at least in appearance.

In short, I think it is better for me to visualize the place where I am, it is not a good idea to stay here thinking about all the possibilities that explain this phenomenon, especially if an unknown place which can be full of hazard.

But when I was about to lean on the ground to get up, a painful migraine arises in my head.

"Urghhhh!"

I let out a childish moan and was on my knees in pain, but it didn't just leave me with a headache.

Memories that don't belong to me flashed through my mind, I felt like my head was going to explode because of this constant flow of knowledge but it finally stopped after several seconds.

I think I know who these memories belong to, these memories are none other than the owner of this body, the 25th Baam.

He's a child who lived a miserable life if I may say so, I can't imagine what it must to be locked in a cave for the rest of his life.

Fortunately or perhaps not, a blonde hair girl with freckles scattered across her face and a red-black dress came to find him just as Baam fell into a pile of rock which he built in hopes of getting out of his cage.

This girl is called Rachel, the first person and friend Baam met, this woman taught him everything he could know in life, learning to speak, writing, drawing, games, good manners, etc...

For the original owner of this body, Rachel was a light or rather, her star.

Personally I would have found him romantic but what Baam experienced clearly shows that he considers him a mother figure, like the director Wilbeck.....

But there are elements which are differences. How this blonde woman prefers the idea of letting Baam rot in this cave instead of bringing her back with her?? The director of my orphanage would never have done such a thing and would have welcomed Baam like any other abandoned child.

D*mn, the fact that this Rachel would even abandon him to enter the<Tower > having the dream of seeing the stars makes me even more confused about the real relationship between these two.

No, it's better to say that my relationship with her is more complicated than expected, since I'm the new Baam.

I'll think about it later because there are still more important things to resolve, otherwise I'm in total trouble.

The last memory I have with Rachel is when a giant door with drawings showing a Tower reaching the heights of a blazing sun and having a mysterious aura revealed a golden light and this woman subsequently entered it.

Already, I don't think that I transmigrated into a godforsaken hole in my world but that I am literally in another world, which is the most logical thing to explain this phenomenon which breaks the physical laws of my old one world.

It seemed so magical that I couldn't believe it if I hadn't been reincarnated, which is already an unprecedented thing and what's more I can feel the sensation of going through these memories at the moment this almost divine light appeared.

I can assume that this door is none other than the entrance that leads to the Tower that Rachel so wanted to enter.

After having gentle or less put my mind in order, I get up very slowly so as not to feel dizzy and I slowly explore the environment I am in while observing the smallest detail.

The room I am in is much more spacious in which the owner of this body was locked up or the underground corridor in which I was separated from Rachel. The only lights that barely illuminate this cave seem to have an endless background are none other than the small torches starting from the long walls.

As in the Tower gate, there were several drawings on the walls, seeming to tell stories or myths.

The wall paintings represent all types of creatures, whether gigantic creatures with animal heads, demons on the top of corpse mountains or divine figures. I wonder if this is really talking about the events that happened in this Tower?

And yes, I can only say that I am in the same Tower that Rachel was only talking about to the former owner of this body.

And thinking back, I must be on the ground floor of the Tower and there must be several others floors above this ground floor.

It's amazing how can a tower be so high and wide, it's not something the architects of my old world could design.

I don't know if I should be excited so that I could live in such a fantastic world or start to worry because I only have a pitiful piece of butchery to defend myself against certainly full of these creatures represented in the walls.

D*mn, if these wall paintings tell of mythical creatures that do indeed exist in this new world, even with my former strength I won't last long.

The nevorister is starting to rise in me, I had a chance to live a new life that I have but now I risk getting spawn kill...

Think Grey, there must be a way to resolve these challenges, there must be an energy system like Qi from my old world here, right?

Now that I think about it, it's weird to no longer feel the warm sensation that Qi gives as it passes through my meridians.

But I don't even feel a tank like a Qi Pool to store Qi, so if there must be an energy that fuels strengths of peoples in this world, then where and how do they store it?

Now that I pay attention, the atmosphere seems more oppressive, as if the oxygen here is compressed, unless it's not oxygen...

"Oh Oh! It's been a while since I had a guest like you."

I turn around abruptly with a firm grip on the small machete I was holding while pointing it towards the voice which gives a certain nobility.

"Wow Wow, I mean you no harm."

The stranger reassured me as he slowly walked towards my direction, when he finally came out of the darkness, I was more or less amazed at the appearance of the stranger who had just arrived.

What's Bugs Bunny doing here?