Silas tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He had too much on his mind to do that.
It was still nighttime, so there was nothing he could do in that village, and there was a killer on the loose as well!
Someone had killed him, and it had to be someone from the village! Silas couldn't remember who did it because he had passed out.
The only thing he could do was use his phone. There were no apps to watch TV shows, which was a bummer, but at least he could browse through the store and look for useful stuff.
For example, he saw a ring that could produce a magical shield, blocking normal attacks and spells up to a certain level.
The price was high. Most of the magical items were really expensive. It would cost him 300k dollars.
Silas only had 1 million that he could use, but a lot of it would go toward his shop—which he planned on opening soon—so he couldn't just spend all his money on items.
"I think it's worth it," Silas thought.
The ring would be useful to keep him alive. Someone wanted him dead, and now that he saw the things he could do with his phone, well, Silas didn't want to die again.
[Ring of Minor Protection: Whenever you receive a normal or magical attack with a power equivalent to a tier 2 spell, a shield will appear to block the attack.]
Silas had no idea how powerful a tier 2 spell was. But the ring had to be decent, or else it wouldn't cost him 300k dollars.
The only way to test it was during combat. He wanted to avoid that for the time being.
Eventually, as the night progressed, Silas felt tired and got some sleep.
The first thing he heard during the early morning hours was a knock. A knock on the wooden door of his tiny cabin.
Silas knew everyone in the village—not that it had that many people to begin with—so he had no idea who it could be.
When he opened the door, he saw a good-looking middle-aged woman who said, "You look like shit. Have you been drinking?"
The lady was Meredith, and she was the only one capable of using magic in the village! She helped everyone with healing and fighting when her assistance was required—when a magical beast appeared to attack the villagers or their cattle.
She didn't speak with most of the villagers. Silas was the one closest to her. Meredith liked him and hoped that he would one day become a mage, just like her.
When Silas found out he couldn't use magic, he wasn't the only one sad about it. Meredith was too.
Silas walked over to the side to let her pass. "I've been drinking, but that will change from now on."
"Oh?"
Meredith looked through the cabin, seeing the fur blanket scattered on the floor alongside the empty bottles of wine. The cabin was a mess.
Silas knew it, but he hadn't had the time to clean it. He had just taken over that body, so how could he have?
"I am being serious," he said. "My plan is to go to the big city, get a job there, and maybe open a small shop. This village is not for me anymore."
"Open a shop? With what money? If you can get a decent job, sure, but even with one it will take you a few years. Good thing you are young," Meredith said.
She walked over to a wooden chair, sat down, and added, "That's exactly why I am here. Just like you, I am tired of this village. So, I'll be leaving today. No more living on the farms."
"Wait, what? Really? What about the villagers?"
Silas was afraid that the villagers would suffer without a mage there. What if a magical beast attacked the village? Or worse, what if the killer who had killed Silas did something again?
He didn't want to leave the villagers unsafe. Silas had the memories of the person whose body he had taken over, so he cared about the villagers.
Meredith had been expecting a question like that because she had an answer ready for him.
"Another mage will be coming here today by lunchtime," she said. "It's a friend of mine who's retiring and wanting a more peaceful place to do some research. The village won't be left alone, don't worry."
Silas felt more relaxed after hearing that. He thought about sharing what had happened to him with Meredith—not the fact that he had died and was now someone else, but that someone had broken into his house.
But in the end, he decided not to.
"Anyway, I've come here just to tell you that and to invite you for lunch. What do you think?" Meredith asked him.
There was no reason to decline, so Silas accepted. Meredith left after that, leaving Silas alone.
The ring he had just bought was in his pocket. Silas put it on, feeling a lot safer with it. After that, he left his cabin and walked over to the village.
His cabin was away from the village. It took him around five minutes to get there. Not that much, but perhaps that was the reason the thief had chosen him as his target.
The path leading to the village was a muddy one. The fresh air entered Silas's nostrils, and the relaxing sound of the birds singing brought him peace.
It was very different from what he was used to—staying inside his office for most of his day.
Being there gave him a sense of well-being that he had never felt before. It was nice.
Anyway, when Silas arrived at the village, he had one goal in mind: look for the person who had killed him last night.
The reason for it was quite simple: Silas wanted his revenge before leaving the village for good.
"No way I will let it end like this," he thought.