On a large bed inside a spacious room, a teenage boy lay asleep.
Thick white bandages were wrapped around his head, covering part of his forehead. His breathing was slow and steady, though his face appeared pale.
Beside the bed stood an elderly maid dressed in simple servant clothes. She gently wiped the boy's face with a damp cloth, carefully removing the sweat that had formed on his brow.
The room was quiet.
Suddenly—
Creak…
The wooden door opened.
An obese middle-aged man walked into the room. His steps were heavy, and his expression was stern. His facial features bore a striking resemblance to the boy lying on the bed.
He stopped beside the bed and looked down at the unconscious teenager.
"Is he still not awake?" the man asked.
His voice carried authority.
The maid immediately bowed her head slightly.
"No, Master," she replied respectfully.
The man frowned faintly.
"What did the physician say?" he asked, his tone turning colder.
"The physician said the young master may have suffered a minor head injury," the maid answered obediently. "He could not find any other serious problems. He believes the fall may have been caused by the young master's physical weakness."
She paused briefly before adding,
"He also said that the young master should wake up after some rest."
The man stared at the boy silently for a moment.
"Inform me the moment he wakes up," he said before turning around.
Without waiting for a response, he walked out of the room.
The door closed again with a soft sound.
"Yes, Master," the maid answered respectfully, though the man had already left.
The maid went out after completing her work. And the room returned to silence once more.
Some time later…
Adrian slowly regained consciousness. The first sensation he felt was pain. A splitting headache tore through his skull as if someone were hammering inside his head. His eyelids twitched before gradually opening.
For a moment, his vision was blurry.
When it finally cleared, Adrian found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He blinked slowly. The room around him looked strange.
Adrian turned his head slightly, scanning his surroundings. Wooden furniture. Decorated walls. A large bed. Soft curtains. Everything felt unfamiliar.
And yet…
At the same time, it felt oddly familiar.
Confusion filled his mind.
"Where… am I?" he muttered weakly. His voice sounded hoarse. "Wasn't I… in the hospital?"
Fragments of memory flickered through his mind. The road. The interview. The SUV. The pain.
Adrian frowned. "Why does this place feel familiar…?"
Just as he tried to search for the source of that strange familiarity—
A violent surge of pain exploded inside his head.
"Ahhh—!" A painful groan escaped his lips as he clutched his head tightly. Memories. Countless memories suddenly flooded his mind. His childhood. His parents' accident. His grandfather. Medical school. The interview.The crash.
But those were not the only memories.
There were others. Strange memories. Unfamiliar memories. He remembered living inside a grand estate. He remembered servants bowing before him.
He remembered a man named Taylor Silversail. His father. He remembered a stepmother. And a younger twin brother, Ashton.
The memories poured into his mind like a raging river.
Adrian lay frozen on the bed as the flood of unfamiliar experiences forced their way into his consciousness. After several long moments, the pain gradually began to fade.
His breathing slowly steadied. But the confusion in his mind only deepened.
Adrian stared blankly at the ceiling. "This… doesn't make any sense…"
His thoughts were chaotic. Is this afterlife? Am I not dead?
Whose memories were these? Where was he? The answers seemed to exist within those memories themselves.
He knew the names, he knew the place. he even knew who he was supposed to be.
And yet—
None of it felt real. "How…?"
Adrian whispered to himself. "How is this possible…?"
A terrifying thought slowly formed in his mind. Something impossible. Something that sounded like pure fantasy. Something he would have laughed at just a few hours ago. Adrian had read countless webnovels during his time in medical school. Stories about reincarnation. Transmigration.
People waking up in another world. He had always treated them as nothing more than entertainment. Something to pass the time after long nights of studying.
But now…
The evidence inside his own mind was impossible to ignore. It seemed that something straight out of those stories had happened to him. Adrian had transmigrated.
He had taken over the body of someone who looked like him…Someone who shared the same name… But lived in a completely different world. Adrian let out a weak laugh. The idea sounded ridiculous. Impossible. And yet—
The memories inside his head were vivid and undeniable. They felt as real as the life he had lived before.
Unfortunately… There was one question the memories did not answer.
Why?
And more importantly—
How?
Panic began to rise inside Adrian like a sudden storm. He didn't want this.
A deep sense of despair filled his heart. He could not accept it. He did not want to leave his old life behind. Most of all, he did not want to leave his grandfather.
The old man had already lost so much in his life. His wife to illness. His son and daughter-in-law to a tragic accident. Adrian had been the only family he had left.
How could he simply disappear like this? Even if his life had been ordinary and dull, it had still been his life.
Every small achievement he had gained had come from years of hard work. He had struggled through medical school. He had endured sleepless nights studying and working toward a stable future.
And now…
He had been thrown into a completely unknown world.A world where he knew nothing. A world where he knew no one.The thought alone filled him with fear.
But then—
Another set of memories surfaced in his mind. Memories that did not belong to the Adrian he once was. He remembered a strict but dependable father. Baron Taylor Silversail.
The man was stern, disciplined, and rarely showed warmth, but he had never neglected his duties as a father. Then there was his stepmother. She treated him and Ashton fairly, though it was obvious she did not truly love them. Still, she had never mistreated them.
And finally—His younger twin brother. Ashton. The memories of the boy were vivid.
Confident. Energetic. Strong.
Thinking about them left a bitter taste in Adrian's mouth. Part of his mind screamed that this world was foreign.
Strange. Unfamiliar.
Yet another part of him betrayed that belief.
That part recognized the estate. Recognized the servants. Recognized the family.
Everything felt both alien and familiar at the same time. The contradiction made his head throb violently.
Then—
The headache returned. But this time it was far worse.
It felt as if something inside his mind was being torn apart. Something was being ripped away. Something was being devoured. A sharp, unbearable pain spread through his skull, as if invisible blades were slicing through his soul.
"Ah…!"
Adrian clenched his head tightly. His breathing became uneven. Sweat began pouring from his body. His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing loudly in his ears.
Fear gripped him completely. He was utterly terrified. He was alone. In an unfamiliar world. Suffering unbearable pain.
As that thought appeared in his mind, the agony intensified. A guttural scream escaped his throat.
"AAAAAH!"
The sudden cry echoed through the quiet room.
Moments later—
The door burst open. The elderly maid rushed inside.
"Young master! Are you alright?" she asked anxiously as she hurried toward the bed. Adrian forced himself to steady his breathing.
"It's… it's okay, Mary," he stammered weakly.
The name slipped from his mouth naturally.
The moment he said it, Adrian felt strange. These memories truly had become part of him. The maid looked worried, but she quickly turned toward another servant standing outside.
"Quick! Call the Baron!" she ordered. The other maid hurried away immediately.
A short while later, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor.
The door opened again. Baron Taylor Silversail entered the room. Behind him stood a young boy who looked almost identical to Adrian. They shared the same facial features, but the boy standing beside the Baron appeared taller and far more muscular.
It was Ashton.
Adrian's younger twin brother.
The Baron's sharp gaze immediately fell on Adrian.
"Call the physician," he ordered calmly.
"Ashton, go."
Ashton nodded quickly and rushed out of the room. The Baron stepped closer to the bed, his heavy presence filling the room. "What happened?" he asked sternly.
"How are you feeling?"
Adrian forced himself to remain calm. "It's alright… Father," he muttered weakly. "Just a headache."
The Baron continued staring at him for several seconds, as if carefully studying his condition.
Not long afterward, Ashton returned with an elderly physician.
The doctor had gray hair and slightly trembling hands, but his eyes still carried the sharpness of experience. The Baron turned toward him with a dark expression.
"You said he would be fine," the Baron said coldly.
Despite his obese figure, the pressure in his voice was intimidating enough to make the physician nervous. The doctor quickly stepped forward and began examining Adrian.
He checked his pulse. Looked at his eyes. Carefully felt the bandaged area around his head. Several minutes passed in tense silence.
Finally, the physician stepped back.
"There appears to be nothing seriously wrong with him," the doctor said cautiously.
"It must be his weakness acting up again; besides this, he has had no other illness."
The Baron's expression darkened further.
The physician continued speaking nervously.
"You should supplement the young master's diet with more nutritious food," he said. "His body has always been fragile. If this continues, his weakness may worsen over time."
Those words caused the Baron's face to grow even darker.
The atmosphere inside the room became noticeably heavier.