"Today, a floor of a residential building in our city suddenly vanished into thin air, causing panic and speculation among the residents. After investigation, we learned that the famous online novelist Bjorn, who lived there, has also mysteriously disappeared. We will continue to follow up on this incident for everyone," a female reporter was broadcasting on the television.
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Of course, our protagonist Bjorn was completely unaware of all this. His memory was still stuck at the moment when the Infinity Stone fell to the ground.
A powerful force erupted from the stone, recklessly destroying everything around it, and in an instant, it engulfed Bjorn.
But just as Bjorn was about to be obliterated by the force, he saw the chaotic energy being enveloped by something, forcing the expanding energy to compress.
Then, Bjorn vision plunged into nothingness.
This nothingness wasn't the colors of black and white; it was a feeling of emptiness, like the world you see when you close one eye while keeping the other open.
It was empty...
In this void, Bjorn could feel his body floating. He could sense the blood flowing through his veins, his heart beating, and even the itch on a patch of his skin.
But beyond that, Bjorn could feel nothing else. He had even lost control over his own body.
In Bjorn world, there was no sound, no temperature, no taste, and gradually... no sense of self.
Am I... dead?
I... must be dead!
The feeling of death... is truly awful.
'Slap!'
Pain
This is the feeling of pain
This is the feeling of being alive!
''If you're not dead, hurry up and pay the bill!'' a loud voice rang in Bjorn ears.
Bjorn struggled to open his eyes.
Light flooded in...
'I'm not dead?' Bjorn covered his eyes with his hand and muttered to himself.
But the words Bjorn spoke were no longer English. Countless memories were crammed into his mind the moment he opened his eyes, merging with his soul, allowing Bjorn to instinctively understand and speak this language.
''Respected guest, of course, you're not dead now, but if you don't pay for the wine soon, you might be meeting Arkay shortly,'' the loud voice reappeared in Bjorn ear.
Bjorn turned his head and was startled.
What the hell is this?!
A humanoid creature with a lizard head was leaning close to Bjorn, staring at him with a cold expression.
The Argonian noticed Bjorn shocked... fearful gaze, made him very unhappy. A dangerous aura began to emanate between the two.
"Twenty gold coins, is that enough?" a gentle voice suddenly broke the escalating tension between them.
A hand stretched out between the two, and gold coins fell one after another from that hand.
But who's hand is that? Curious, Bjorn followed the arm and saw a Western-looking white man smiling at him.
Bjorn waved at the white man, about to say something, but a sudden, searing pain tore through his mind, as if it were being ripped apart.
"Thanks, I'll pay you back," Bjorn said, clutching his head as he tried to leave the inn. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, with countless memories, images, and ancient voices overlapping in his mind. All he wanted was to find a place to rest.
But a hand firmly grabbed his arm. Bjorn turned to see the man who had paid for him, his face expressionless as he spoke.
"Dragonborn, where are you going? I've been sent by the Greybeards to escort you to Sovngarde. Time is running out," the man said earnestly, his gaze fixed on Bjorn.
"Ugh!" Bjorn groaned, his head throbbing.
"Dragonborn, the carriage is waiting outside. There's no time to waste—you'll have to rest on the way," the man said, supporting Bjorn as he led him to the carriage outside the inn.
Lying in the carriage, Bjorn was soon overwhelmed by the flood of memories in his mind and passed out. In his unconscious state, his memories played out like a movie in his head.
Bjorn slept for three days and nights. When he woke up, he was still in the carriage, which continued to jolt along the rough road.
Bjorn stretched out his hands, examining them closely. Suddenly, two flames flickered to life, dancing between his fingers.
Holy crap, did I really transmigrate into the last Dragonborn, the Archmage of Winterhold, the Imperial General, the Harbinger of the Companions, the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, the legendary Nightingale, the leader of the Downguard, and yet… nobody recognizes me?
The vividness of his surroundings and the recurring memories in his mind made Bjorn realize… this was all real.
And this Dragonborn wasn't a nobody. His fame echoed across Skyrim, his deeds immortalized in legend. Every experience he had in this world was shaped by the choices Bjorn had made while playing the game.
As a novelist who often indulged in wild fantasies, Bjorn quickly accepted this reality. But now, he faced an enormous challenge—Alduin.
From the memories in his mind, Bjorn knew he was about to confront the ultimate boss of this world, Alduin.
Although Bjorn mind was filled with countless spells and his body brimmed with immense power, at this moment, aside from being able to use the Thu'um, he couldn't even cast a simple Lightning spell properly.
The Thu'um was something innate to this body, as natural as moving his own hand. But magic? That was more like knowledge.
Knowledge was laid out before him like a book. You could flip to any page, but the knowledge written there still needed to be understood.
Bjorn now possessed such a book, but he was utterly clueless about it.
At this moment, Bjorn had nothing... no, wait. This body had left him with a mission to save the world and a name—a name called Raiden.
A name with no surnames, after all, this body had started as an unknown death row prisoner.
However, Bjorn had already taken over this body, inherited its memories, and shouldered its mission. Therefore, he would also live on using this body name.
If this world had evolved from a game, then the prophecy could not be wrong. Bjorn, as the Last Dragonborn, would surely be able to kill Alduin.
In truth, this was the only option left. Although Bjorn, or rather, Raiden, was not particularly noble, he could not choose to flee at this moment.
If he ran away, Alduin would undoubtedly destroy the world, and he would certainly die. But if he resisted, there might still be a glimmer of hope. After all, he now bore the identity of the protagonist, blessed with the halo of a main character!
"How much longer until we reach Sovngarde?" Bjorn, now Raiden, asked the Greybeard envoy who was driving the carriage outside.
"Dragonborn, we will arrive in no more than ten days," the envoy replied respectfully.
"Thank you for your efforts," Raiden said before falling silent. He needed to make use of every second to familiarize himself with the knowledge in his mind and the power within his body.
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In the span of ten days, Raiden completely abandoned his study of magic, focusing solely on his physical strength. As a Dragonborn, his physical power was undoubtedly immense.
Combined with the strength of his dragon soul and ancient Nord bloodline, Raiden felt that the power within him could easily shatter a mountain with a single strike.
By the end of the ten days, Raiden had also gained a solid understanding of his physical abilities. Before entering Sovngarde, he deliberately took out the armor he could find from his magical storage space and put it on.
This magical storage space was likely the equivalent of the game inventory. However, in this world, it manifested as a magical construct in Raiden eyes. Within this space lay countless weapons, armor, potions, and scrolls—all collected during his time playing the game.
Raiden chose the most flexible and durable armor he could wear. For this battle, he only needed to do one thing: survive.
As the protagonist, as long as he could stay alive, he would surely find a way to win. Wasn't that the trope in all movies and novels? And for this battle, Raiden was determined to follow this trope to the very end.