When he woke up, Tyr thought he was seeing things. To put it metaphorically, it was as if his vision was split in half, each with its own distinct picture.
"I…" After being astonished by such a bizarre problem with his vision, what shocked him even more was that he couldn't remember anything about his past except his name; it was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
However, fortunately, he still possessed basic logical thinking and a perfectly healthy body.
Setting aside the two major issues that greeted him upon waking, Tyr sat up from the wooden bed that held his body. The wooden bed let out a creaking moan. Taking a deep breath to quickly calm himself, the first thing that caught his eye was the crude straw hut, so flimsy it seemed a strong gust of wind would knock it down. Dust accumulated everywhere, making it look uninhabited. Evidently, before his amnesia, he hadn't been so destitute as to live in a straw hut. As Tyr's black-haired, blue-eyed head scanned his surroundings, sweeping over the dry table, the three-legged chair, and the tea set that looked like an unearthed artifact, the young man's gaze finally settled on a young woman.
No, it should be said, it settled on a young man.
…Something seemed off.
Tyr rubbed his eyes, widening them to get a clearer view of the truth.
The young woman before him had long black hair that fell like a waterfall and eyes as brilliant as stars adorning the night sky.
Although Tyr had no past memories, he knew that such a woman was a being that Mortals called a goddess.
On the other end of his vision, there appeared a young man with short black hair, bright, piercing eyes, and a hint of bewilderment. He was about sixteen, similar in age to the young woman. However, it was hardly worth mentioning that this young man did not possess the striking handsomeness to rival the young woman; he was as ordinary as could be, the kind you'd lose in a crowd and never find again in a short time.
"What exactly happened to me?"
"What exactly happened to me?"
As the young man's voice rang out, the young woman also spoke similar words. Indeed, the young woman's ethereal voice instantly overshadowed the young man's.
Tyr seemed to realize something; both the young man and the young woman's faces turned slightly pale.
"No way."
"No way."
Still in unison, the two spoke as if performing a double act. No, in a double act, one person's speech might be a beat slower, but these two seemed to have telepathic connection, their tone and expressions remarkably similar.
It was just that when the young man's face turned pale, he looked like he was constipated, not worth mentioning. But when the young woman's delicate face paled, she appeared extremely helpless and fragile, evoking pity; every frown and smile seemed capable of changing the world.
"Holy crap!"
"Holy crap!"
The young man and the young woman simultaneously cursed, but coming from such a beautiful woman's mouth, the profanity had a unique charm.
No, no, no, no.
Tyr felt that this was not the time for such sentiments. He had thought that amnesia was the biggest problem before him, but he hadn't expected something even more troublesome to arise.
Just, one last confirmation.
To confirm the situation before him, Tyr unconsciously swallowed, the sound as loud as a parched man drinking water.
"Let me say beforehand, if my deduction is wrong, I can accept any punishment besides violence."
"Let me say beforehand, if my deduction is wrong, I can accept any punishment besides violence."
With his conviction firm, the young man Tyr extended his right hand towards the young woman's prominent chest, and the young woman, without flinching or dodging, made the same motion, touching herself.
If a sponge could be called soft, then Tyr felt he had now touched the epitome of softness. The other person's heartbeat transmitted through his palm, making Tyr's breathing irregular.
However, Tyr could also clearly feel the sensation of the young woman touching her own chest.
"So, it's really like this."
"So, it's really like this."
Reluctantly lowering his slightly trembling right hand, Tyr had to face this greatest and most unbelievable problem.
He actually possessed two bodies, a young man's and a young woman's.
One mind, two bodies.
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First, he had to confirm that he had a male-female reaction to the young woman, meaning sexual attraction. However, when looking at himself from the young woman's perspective, this feeling did not arise.
This proved that he must have been a man before his amnesia, not a woman. And psychologically, he also did not want to see himself as a woman.
Next was the visual problem: one consciousness, two perspectives. This made the amnesiac Tyr realize this was abnormal; if he spoke of it, he might be considered a wack (monster).
Following this came the obstacle in action. While the two moved in unison, many things would cause divergence, such as walking. The young woman's side might have no obstacles and could pass safely, but Tyr might trip because of it. What was even more awkward was the problem of relieving oneself.
Fortunately, he still remembered common sense, so he had selectively ignored the matter of men and women relieving themselves.
Finally, there was the environment he was in. Outside the straw hut, vast forests stretched endlessly, lush and green, with occasional roars from unknown creatures. This was not the main point, because Tyr had no experience or memory of wilderness survival. Judging from his every move, his former self was not a particularly agile person; there were no calluses on his palms, but there was a layer on his fingers. From this, he deduced that his former self had probably practiced certain musical instruments, but what specifically, he would only know when he actually saw them.
"Staying here, we'll starve to death eventually."
"Staying here, we'll starve to death eventually."
The two carefully walked out of the straw hut, simultaneously expressing their headache-inducing lament. Indeed, although he didn't feel hungry now, in another day or two, he might not even have the strength to walk.
"We must leave here."
"We must leave here."
This double act made Tyr feel like there was a thick phlegm stuck in his throat that he couldn't cough out, making him extremely uncomfortable. Tyr frowned slightly, looking at the young woman, and the young woman also looked at him.
Suddenly, a Spiritual Light flashed.
Try to multitask.
Once this thought emerged, it couldn't be stopped. Incredibly, his skill in multitasking was astonishingly high. This made him wonder if his former self had this special ability.