It is not the people who are at fault, but the entire world. As a practitioner of law, Roland felt the distortion of this world the moment he crossed over into the realm of pirates, and so he vowed to
The sky was overcast, and a fine drizzle fell relentlessly. Shivering inside a damp cave, Roland could never have imagined that the car accident would actually lead to his transmigration.
He had been a lawyer, on his way to the law firm, when suddenly the accident struck. His consciousness faded, everything growing dim.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he began to feel again—his body terribly cold, racked with chills.
When at last, with great effort, he pried open his heavy eyelids, he realized he now inhabited another body.
Here he was, trembling in the rain, a chill gnawing at his bones.
The flood of unfamiliar memories in his mind left Roland both exasperated and bemused. In both his past and present life, it seemed, his father had been an undercover agent; only, in this life, fate had not been as kind.
In this world, Roland’s father had been a navy spy planted among pirates. During a battle between pirate crews, his father was killed in action. The pirates, surprisingly honorable, returned the body to his hometown and left Roland enough wealth to sustain him until adulthood.
But as soon as the pirates departed, the villagers seized the fortune and cast Roland out.
It was now the third day since his exile. Hunger and illness had claimed the life of this body’s original owner.
And so Roland had crossed over, inheriting the memories and fate of this eight-year-old boy.
Finding this damp cave had taken all the strength he had left. Having already died once, Roland was not as fearful of death as bef