1 Not the world I know

Color. A beautiful word that encompasses the world around us. It was daunting and ever present to those who could see it.

Unfortunately for our MC, it was bringing him a sense of nausea. He felt a bout of vertigo swirling around him, unsteadying him and leaving him hanging from his bed in a lethargic manner.

He fumbled for a moment and grabbed at the bottle of water near his bedside, opening the cap and chugging down the contents heavily.

The cool refreshing taste of crisp clean liquid seem to push away his vertigo. For a moment, he relaxed and closed his eyes to shake his head, as if to clear the cobwebs.

When he opened his eyes however, he found himself gasping in slight surprise.

This wasn't his room.

Instantly he found himself stiffening. He was unable to remember what had happened to him last night as well as anything that had happened the day before. His memories seemed oddly foggy and slightly murky, though he was able to make out some things.

Before he could panic and try to explore his surroundings, an odd feeling erupted in his mind and a new batch of memories intruded into his head. Memories which were foreign to him. They weren't his...

They belonged to a person known as Jaune Arc.

His eyes widened and he rushed towards the mirror in his room. There he saw something which would change his entire outlook on his life.

His face was younger than before.

His hair was blonde, he had a western-type face as well.

So it was true...

He reached his hand out and grasped at his features, trying to truly believe that what had happened was a dream.

"Jaune, come down for breakfast!"

"Yeah, on my way." He answered instinctively. Perhaps it was that act itself that confirmed it but he finally realized something.

He had transmigrated.

Into the body of a kid from a TV show. He closed his eyes in thought trying to piece things properly. What was he going to do from now?

Why did he transmigrate? In all those books that he had read about reincarnation or transmigration, the protagonist usually died before being transmigrated...

In any case, he sighed, clutching at his head in frustration. He had to make the most of what was happening right now. It wouldn't be a good idea to panic.

He had to live out Jaune Arc's life and somehow see if he could go back to his world because he was unwilling to simply leave all of his connections there. Friends and family awaited him....

His eyes opened and a new desire shone through them. He stared at the mirror and nodded to himself.

He now Jaune Arc from Remnant.

Hesitating no longer, he opened his rooms door and headed down to have breakfast.