[Awakening Scene]
Consciousness returned like a lightning strike.
One moment—nothing. The next—everything.
A gasp tore from my lungs as my eyes flew open, my body jerking upright like a marionette yanked by its strings. My hands clutched at the sheets beneath me, fingers digging into fabric that felt too real, too textured.
Where—?
The room was dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through half-drawn curtains. A simple bed, a wooden desk cluttered with books, a faint scent of ink and parchment lingering in the air.
This isn't my room.
But it was.
Memories—two sets—collided in my mind.
My past life. A normal person, dead, standing before a god.
This life. A teenager named… Yu Tian. A student. A soon-to-be mage.
The Creator's compulsion charm held firm. No panic, no existential dread—just seamless acceptance.
Right. I'm Yu Tian now.
The Body
I swung my legs off the bed and stood, my bare feet pressing against cool hardwood. My reflection stared back from a nearby mirror—silver-white hair, purple eyes, a lean but toned frame.
Damn. I look good.
I flexed my fingers, rolled my shoulders. No stiffness, no unfamiliarity. This body was mine in every way that mattered.
A grin tugged at my lips.
Now… let's test the real gifts.