Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Child, will you come with me?

I offer you my only loyalty.

If it's you, you will definitely lead us to create a new world.

……

Who is it? Such a familiar voice.

The soul separated from the body, curled up into a small ball of light, and floated quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky was dark, the stars fell, and corpses were everywhere. The once civilized magic kingdom was reduced to a ruined tomb, burying countless screams and cries. Those who had escaped the first round of disasters hoped and prayed that the one who gave them power would have mercy and forgive their previous unreasonable behavior.

The being standing on the dome and looking down at all living things heard the prayer, and then came to the world in the form of a human, wearing a black robe and riding a huge chaotic creature.

The almost pale lips opened and closed slightly, and the voice distorted by the mysterious force turned into incomprehensible characters that kept flashing before his eyes.

What did he say?

The ball of light was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, trying to recall what it saw and heard in the last moments of its life.

But the more I thought back, the more blurred those fragments of memory became, spreading out on the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, shattered by the scorching water currents.

Was it caused by force majeure? Or was it the price of retaining consciousness?

I don’t know if the real world has returned to its original order, I want to go back as soon as possible.

The ball of light thought so as it slowly sank in the gradually warming water.

The touch beneath your body is exceptionally soft, as if you were sunk deep into the clouds, an experience close to weightlessness.

Breathe unconsciously, inhaling the light fragrance into your nose, and the smell gradually becomes real.

"…He must have passed out drunk."

"There was no smell of alcohol. The doctor said it was just a scrape and a slight concussion."

Two childish voices rang in my ears, calm and cold, with a tone that seemed to indicate that it was none of my business.

Feeling the dim light, he moved his eyelids and struggled to open them a little. A few strands of gold floated in his blurry vision, and then suddenly a fair face appeared, with delicate features and the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen.

An intact ceiling, strange strangers, a strange yet familiar language.

The battle is over, the disaster has come, and what happened after I activated my ultimate power?

Countless questions were tangled like a tangled mess, and his brain suddenly stopped thinking. After adjusting to the light in the room, he stared blankly with his eyes open.

"Tsk, is his head really not smashed?"

"Maybe he's just not awake yet."

Son, you are right, he agreed in his heart.

Then he sniffed the rustic wood incense and closed his eyes peacefully again.

"Hey! Stop pretending to be asleep when you're clearly awake!"

"It's late at night, please control your volume."

Strange, why can I still hear their voices?

He felt very confused and tried to concentrate his mental energy to enter the spiritual world again, but he could not find the entrance.

Wait, something seems wrong with my body.

He held his breath repeatedly, feeling the blood flowing in his body, the texture of his organs, and the direction of his meridians.

After a few breaths, he discovered the problem. The ring was not on him, there was no strong pulse of supernatural power, and there was no spirit fetus that took ten years to condense and could cast witchcraft directly.

They are all gone, completely.

The body was exhausted, empty, and even worse than that of an ordinary person. The muscles were stiff and the soreness was getting worse. Especially in the arms and palms, the tearing pain went from the fingertips to the brain, as if it was subjected to some kind of torture.

He suspected that "he" had been beaten.

Even though he had endured excruciating pain, he couldn't help but clench his fists and try his best to control the twitching corners of his mouth.

Maybe this is not my body. Is it possible that my soul has come to another world, just like the story Desek once told? There are also related records in forbidden witchcraft. Resurrection from the dead and reincarnation are not uncommon.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes again and uttered a single syllable.

"Ah." The voice was weak and hoarse, just like a dying chick.

"Are you finally dropping your disguise now that you're sure your mother isn't here? That's your style indeed." He slowly turned his eyes to look at the child who had spoken. He had fluffy blond hair and clear blue eyes. His movements and expressions revealed impatience, and he exuded an unfriendly aura.

A white and delicate hand waved in front of his eyes. Looking in the direction he went, the girl looked exactly like the boy, with long light blonde hair and deep blue eyes, like an exquisite doll. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her expression was as calm and peaceful as an adult.

The girl asked in a clear voice: "Mo Xie, are you feeling unwell?"

How could it be such a coincidence that the owner of this body has the same name as him.

Although he was surprised, Mo Xie still had a dull expression on his face. He opened his mouth first, but no sound came out. Then he tried to mobilize his muscles, supported himself on the bed and slowly sat up, his eyes level with the girl, full of confusion and helplessness.

"Headache." He would like to drink a glass of warm water if possible.

"Your head is injured." The girl blinked and thoughtfully helped him put his pillow in place. "Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"

"I... have no impression, I don't remember anything. Where is this place, who are you?" He thought it was a good performance. And the fact is indeed as he said, the soul entered this body, only gained control, and did not obtain any memory from the brain.

"Huh?" The boy looked at him in disbelief.

"It seems that the doctor's examination was not thorough." The girl looked worried, as if she had no doubt about the answer.

"Yuffy?" The young man frowned slightly.

[This is the end of this matter for today.]

[Do you really believe it?]

[Of course not. I just think that whether his amnesia is true or not, it is a good thing for us, the family, and even Renekton.]

[…You are right. But we cannot rule out the possibility that he wants to do something to delay his trip to Tuanneko.]

[Don't worry, in front of your father, all your lies will be exposed.]

The keen senses from his previous life seemed to be attached to this new body. Although the two children just stood there quietly, maintaining the same expression as before they fell silent, Mo Xie had a vague feeling that they were talking behind his back.

His mouth was dry, and his temples were swollen as if they were about to crack. His head felt heavy, and he would fall down if he didn't pay attention to control it. This feeling was not pleasant, and he needed to do something.

Just as he was about to say something to break the awkward atmosphere, the girl looked him straight in the eye and introduced, "This is Fort Mackintosh in the Kingdom of Rekton. I am your blood-related sister, Euphemia. He is your twin brother, Arthurs."

Euphemia didn't give Moshe a chance to reply, and immediately said, "Have a good rest, we will come to see you tomorrow."

"Don't disturb your mother, she's very busy." Arthurs walked to the door, turned around and warned coldly.

Okay, I'm past the age of crying for my mother.

After watching the brother and sister leave and closing the door, Mo Xie lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Now it was certain that he had come to a strange world, because he had never heard of the "Rekton" Kingdom, nor did he know the "Mackintosh" family. These were completely fictitious histories.

After leaving the comfortable bed and standing up completely, the vertical change in vision is almost negligible, which shows that the development of this body is not ideal.

The touch of the soles of his feet was softer than he had ever felt before. Moshe decisively gave up the indoor shoes neatly placed beside the bed and walked around the house barefoot.

He now needs a mirror so that he can have a basic understanding of himself.

"call……"

About twenty minutes later, Moshe supported the table with one hand, closed his eyes and lowered his head, breathing slightly to try to relieve the dizziness and nausea that was rising.

It had been a long time since he had felt the feeling of being so hungry that his stomach turned sick. Given the current physical condition of this body, he would not be surprised even if he suddenly died in the next second.

He searched every corner of the room, including the cabinet, under the bed, desk, etc. He even stepped on a chair to feel the space above the bookshelf, but found nothing. Looking at his clean hands, he even wanted to praise the house for its excellent cleaning work.

Not only are there mirrors, there are also no reflective objects such as glass, ceramics, and metal ornaments. The layout of the entire room mainly highlights a flat and hazy feeling.

Now his brain was sending out hunger warnings, leaving him no time to pay attention to these strange things.

Fortunately, the preparation skills learned in the previous life came in handy.

All creatures with independent consciousness have mental power. Although they are limited by their physical constitution, they can barely control their muscles. Doing so can give him a false sense of fullness, allowing him to temporarily forget about hunger and take action.

Night is a good time for exploration. Moshe put on his indoor shoes and quietly opened the door.

In the empty corridor, a dark rectangular carpet stretched from the staircase to the end of the other side. Candlesticks were neatly embedded on the walls on both sides, and the bright red flames burned in the darkness, and the candle shadows swayed and made a rustling sound.

Places where work is frequently done are often located on lower floors for easy access, and Mo Xie chose to go downstairs.

There was no lighting in the room, and he couldn't take down the candlestick, so he could only grope his way forward in the dark.

It was a cool summer night and the road was very quiet. There was no mumbling, no insects chirping, and no servants in sight.

Mo Xie slowly walked to the first floor, following the remaining food aroma in the air, and successfully found where the food was stored.

In order to facilitate access, it is common to use curtains instead of door panels. However, in such a wealthy family, it seems a bit shabby, which shows that this is not a formal kitchen.

Lifting the smooth curtain, Mo Xie realized something was wrong as soon as he raised his leg. He quickly stepped back half a step, holding his breath and waiting for the movement inside.

There was someone inside, sitting against the wall at the door, breathing shallowly.

If it was his previous body, he would have been able to sense signs of biological activity from a distance of a thousand meters. However, this huge gap did not make him feel frustrated, but instead aroused a bit of interest.

After a moment's silence, there was a rustling sound, and the curtain was slowly pulled aside. With the moonlight pouring in from the window, Mo Xie could barely make out the outline of the man.

His eye sockets are deep, his nose is high, and his facial lines are smooth and sharp, retaining some of the youthfulness that is unique to young people.

"Good evening, Master Moshe." The young man greeted calmly, "My name is Bellion, and I'm a trainee chef."