After years of training in the arts of magic, Doccor hit the age of 60. He was stumped. He couldn't get any farther in life as his body was old and unexercised. This was due to his arrogance.

Doccor believed magic could do anything and everything. He never spent a moment to exercise his body and was now too old to. In this world, it was the strong who held the hierarchy. In battle, Doccor couldn't do anything as soon as his enemy was in close range.

Doccor lay on the ground bleeding, rethinking his life. His enemy got too close and destroyed Doccor. He regret everything. Training only his magic, never his body.

'Thinking about them will do nothing to change it. Better to embrace death than regret.' Doccor soon passed away forever. At least his body did.

Doccor awoke to find himself in a cave. Next to him was a crystal blue lake. On the other, the exit.

'How did I get here?' Doccor looked down at his body only to find it was not his. Doccor, trained in the arts of all magic could guess that his soul survived and transferred to a vacant body. Although a soul transfer wasn't tried, it wasn't impossible. Doccor was grateful for this.

Putting it at that, Doccor stood up to have a good look around. While taking a tour, he noticed something off about his memories. He had claimed the owner of the bodies memories.

After brushing through the memories, Doccor gained a large amount of insight on this world. It wasn't his own. The major difference was that there were monsters who inhabited this world. The ones that Doccor had seen in the books he used to read in his freetime. These monsters ranged from goblins to dragons. There were also gods, but that was out of Doccor's league.

Once settled, Doccor sat down next to the lake. It was cool and refreshing. He then checked his status which was a thing in this world.

Name: Doccor Dales | Age: 14 | Race: Human | Class: (None) | LVL: 3

HP: 78/112 | MP: 30/30

STR: 4 | VIT: 23 | AGI: 7 | INT: 3 | WIS: 6

Skills

Pain Resistance Intermediate Level 4

Poison Resistance Beginner Level 2

Titles

Wanderer

Stat Points: 15

'Compared to all those pathetic stats, vitality is quite high with pain resistance.' Doccor knew from the memories that the owner of this body was a slave. He was treated very horribly.

Doccor took of his tattered shirt and felt his chest. There were scars all over. You could almost see the ribs as well.

Doccor crossed his legs and closed his eyes. This was a trick he learned back then. He sensed the mana lingering in the air around him and willed it to gather in his body.

Although hard at first with this weak body, he managed. A small portion of the mana in the air entered his body and Doccor spread it to his vital organs. This would rejuvenate him the same way eating would do therefore he wouldn't have to eat or drink.

Although taking away the need for sleep was possible, he didn't have enough power in his current state. That would come at a later date.

Mana Absorption Beginner Level 1

You have successfully gathered the mana around you and absorbed it. A task said as easy for many but hard to succeed.

(Permanent +10 INT | +10 WIS)

'First things first, I must sleep. This body is worn out.' Doccor lay on the floor of the cave and drifted away to sleep.

He would not waste this second chance.