Well, here I am—trapped in a novel I don't even like. How did this happen, you might ask? I have no idea. One minute, I'm falling asleep in my soft bed, and the next thing I know, I wake up on a hard, straw-filled mattress with a rickety wooden roof over my head. There was a **pail** of water next to me. I looked into it, and what did I see staring back? A body and face **ten** years younger than my own.
Now, I'm no otaku, but I had an idea of what happened. Still, to double-check, I ran out of that room. The place seemed to be an old red-brick house with chipped walls and a window that was just a wooden frame. I rushed outside and what did I see? Houses just like mine, surrounded by tall grassy hills—what looked like a small village with a cobblestone road running through it. I even saw a **goddamn well**.
Now, to my knowledge, there are still a few places on Earth that look like this, so I tried to rationalize my situation… until I saw a cart being pulled by a **two-meter-tall blue tortoise with two spiral horns on its head**.
At that moment, I knew exactly where I was. And my first thought was: *Fuck me.*
Why? Because this is the world of *Whisper of the Fallen Night*—a novel I **read** (and dropped) a few months ago. No, it wasn't my favorite. No, I didn't leave a bad review that angered some god. And no, I didn't reincarnate as a minor villain. This was just some random webnovel I picked up and abandoned.
The story follows a young boy who gets kicked out of his clan, joins a minor noble family, and eventually becomes a powerful knight. That's all I remember—I only made it to Chapter 75 out of **500+**. Reviews said it was slow until Chapter 200, so I dropped it.
So yeah, I'm **fucked**.
Now that you're caught up, you understand why I'm upset. I don't know future events. I don't have any advantage—not even a double-edged one like being a villain. So what am I? Just some village kid now? Do I really have to live like it's the Middle Ages? **Fuuuuuck that.**
Thankfully, the author included some key details early on—power levels, hidden enemies of the protagonist, and even a world map. But do I remember that map? **Of course not, you pig.**
Still, I do recall a few things the main character obtained early on:
1. A **Re-Awakening Stone**
2. The **Crown of the Goblin King**
3. A **sword forged from a shooting star** (*Yeah, real original—what's next, a sword named "Ice"?*)
The good news? One of them is obtainable as soon as I turn 18. The other two? Not so easy. The Goblin King's Crown is hidden in a **B-rank dungeon** in a coastal city, and the meteor sword is guarded by a **triclops** (yes, exactly what it sounds like).
Before the time skip, you might ask: *What's a Re-Awakening Stone?*
In this world, people **awaken** at 18 by visiting a cathedral to receive their occupation. Get **farmer**? Congrats, you're a farmer. Get **warrior**? You're a warrior. Every 1–5 years, you can check if your job has evolved.
But with a **Re-Awakening Stone**, you get a **second awakening**—either an advanced or special class. The protagonist used his to go from **Griffin Rider** to **Wyvern Knight**. (*Talk about ungrateful.*)
From what I recall, the stone is hidden in the palms of a statue of the **Goddess of Luck**, inside the **Church of the Twelve Gods** in **Freegior, the capital of Britannia**.
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### **Time Skip in 3… 2… 1…**
**BAM.**
Now I'm **17**, with my birthday two months away. What have I been doing all this time?
Well, I'm a war orphan in this world, but I lucked out—an old lady left me her house before I reincarnated. At first, I tried finding work, and thankfully, there was a butcher shop. The butcher, **Old Felix**, took me in as an apprentice after I showed him I could butcher birds and pigs (thanks, Dad).
Did I try to stand out or flaunt my intelligence? **Hell no.** I survived on bland, salty food, fixed up the house, sold it for some capital, invested in a decent sword and light armor, then booked a carriage to the capital.
Oh, and no—no nobles mistreated me, no girl got harassed by thugs, but I **did** get into a few fist fights. Why? Because that was the only way to pass the damn time.
Now, back to the story.
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### **Mark's POV**
After a long trip, my ass is **numb**, my legs are full of splinters, and I've got bags under my eyes.
*"Hey Jack, how much longer to the capital?"*
*"Four hours, boss."*
*"Alright, no prob—"*
**CREEEAAAK—BANG—CRASH—SQUEEEEK!**
*"What the hell?!"*
*"There's a tree up ahead!"*
### **First-Person POV**
*"HOLY SHIIIIIT!"*
I tumbled out of the carriage, rolling like a loose barrel before skidding across the cobblestone road. Then—**SNAP.**
A sharp pain shot through my left hand. When I finally stopped, I was sprawled in an awkward position. Glancing down, I saw my **pinky finger bent at a nasty angle**—**hairline fracture, not fully broken**, but moving it sent **white-hot agony** through my hand.
*"Cough… cough… What the hell happened?"*
I staggered up, my vision blurry. My face stung—probably scratched up from the crash.
### **Third-Person POV**
The protagonist shakily rose, surveying the wreckage—the wagon overturned, the coachman and horse both **dead**, their bodies riddled with **massive arrows**.
Then, from the forest, **forty armed men** emerged—young and old, short and tall, all grinning like wolves.
And at the front stood the **largest man he'd ever seen in either life**.
*"Holy shit… is that the fucking Mountain?"*
The man was easily **seven feet tall**, his weight likely starting with a **4**. He wore light armor, a **black bear pelt**, and carried a **longbow**—like some barbarian version of **Gregor Clegane**.
*"Uhh… hello there! Name's Alex Nobel, sir."*
(*Yes, I'm playing dumb. No, you're the bitch here.*)
The giant smirked. *"Hah! 'Sir'? Hear that, boys? I'm a 'sir' now!"*
*"Uhh… sir? May I ask who you are?"*
A **sharp glare** locked onto me—**predatory, like a beast**. The last time I felt this was in my past life, when a **150-pound Cane Corso** chased me halfway down a block.
*"Did you just interrupt me, brat?"*
Before I could respond, a **hulking man rushed in and SLAPPED me**.
I **flew two meters**, landing hard on my side, **blood filling my mouth**.
(*Goddamn barbarians.*)
But the hit gave me an idea—I **played dead**, lying motionless.
*"Hey, brat! You're a hundred years too early to try that trick on me!"*
I heard something like a **bowstring being drawn taut**.
(*Fuck. I'm dead.*)
But then—**SWISH. THUNK.**
A **sword flashed**, followed by a sound like a **nail gun firing**.
I looked up to see a **tall knight in polished armor**, with liver epaulets** his **red cloak** billowing. His back was turned, so I caught the emblem on his crimson cloak—a **black wolf's head in the shape of a crescent moon**.