Next time when he opened his eyes he found himself in quite a dark place compared to the hospital he was just in.
It all happened in seconds, the goddess told him to close his eyes and opened them in three seconds.
Before he could study his surroundings, he noticed an enormous amount of foreign memory in his head.
It wasn't like when the goddess transferred some information to his head. This time he felt like they were there all along yet still so distant and foreign.
After looking over all the memories he got the idea of where he is now and his surroundings. "Sam," he murmured to himself, now this was his new name.
Looking at the dark room and rusted ceiling above he realised he was lying on something.
He lifted himself up and looked at both of his legs, a smile tucked on his lips corner as he did.
Remembering his new memories he turned his head to look at a girl sleeping on rice straw.
"Thanks for taking care of this boy, although he is dead now his body will be of great help to me," he stood off, dusted off the straws stuck to his leather clothes and began walking.
Hearing footsteps, the girl woke up, he realised it but kept walking.
After walking a bit more he began hearing the noise of more and more people until he opened the window, letting the sunlight come in.
In front of him was now a plane route of cement with another house on the other side.
The main gait of this building opened on a dirtier side so the dead boy used to always use the window.
It's all muscle memory.
'I don't have any time for celebration,' he thought as he jumped out. He tried remembering what the goddess had informed him before. 'an artifact of some sort….. that is supposed to boost my progress by ten times, which means 1000 %..... I wonder why that guy hasn't used it yet.'
He walked normally as it was a normal day and he was going to the market where he could cut some pockets.
'A face with such a high reputation….' he never stole something that could get him into trouble or from someone strong enough to beat him up easily. Just small items to fill his stomach.
He would steal them then sell them in the black market in the same town. 'this town….. I believe this whole town has a high reputation…. Willow haugh.'
He wore a gray tonic and a black trouser with a pair of brown shoes matching his Messy brown hair, brown eye and body colour.
Sam. Now this was his new name.
"Hey Sam watch out… some some wild beasts in human skins are wondering around from a few days I heard," he heard a voice from his left but he didn't mind looking who it was.
To normal people of this world, wild beasts with human skin just means some humans with insane strength, and specially those who don't like to control their strength, and "bad" people with insane strength but usually silent are often called unorthodox saints.
Obviously those are just some names given by people of the town… there are also specific names to a certain level of fighters that is used by everyone but maybe people don't like to use them…
"Yeh, I would stop anything that might put me on the bad side of those monsters… since I am smart."
"Ye ye, don't love me too much.. or I will love you back." he said raising his right hand then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his face.
After walking a bit deeper into the town where it was much crowded he lifted his head slightly and looked at every person one by one, as if scanning them.
It was an ability given to him by the goddesses. The only ability given by her…. With this he can see the information of anything and anyone.
Now all he has to do is find his Target and get the artifact from him.
As he was scanning, mostly overlooking texts, his eyes fall on something he wanted to see.
[Shard manipulator
Level - grandmaster
Member of quartz hall clan]
It was a guy with a blue hoodie and blue trousers covering his whole body.
Unlike Sam his face was uncovered clearly showing the brown face of a middle aged man with some white strands of hair among black hair.
It looked like he had recently shaved his facial hair clean.
'Show full information,' Sam thought in his mind which was actually not 'his' mind anymore… but then again, he wasn't 'Sam' anymore either.
[Name - nefan clarusvain.
Shard manipulator
Level - grandmaster ( small building level)
Mortal
Member of quartz hall clan
Gender - male
White
Thief of Runomorphos artifact]
"Pal is white eh?" Sam smirked, realising that his target was most likely trying to hide their true appearance. He then shook his head, hit it a few times and looked again. 'Shit, I am talking like this orphan kid… I don't want that.'
He continued walking as if nothing happened and stopped a few steps ahead of that man.
He was standing in front of a stall, seemingly asking something. The stall owner pointed towards a building and moved in that direction.
It was a few steps ahead on the left, as Sam saw it he knew what it was.
A restaurant. Something this poor orphan boy couldn't afford to go into.