A 26 year old man dies from a brain tumor, only to wake to a fantasy world as a baby. It was a fresh start, except in this new life, he struggles to feel connected to those around him.

His name was now William. For the next 17 years, he would be a commoner working as a bartender for his parents pub. As he lives with no goal, thinking about nothing specific, he overhears a conversation.

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"Ah, he really is a goner. Have you seen those patches?"

The King of Animus was sick. If he died, there was a rumored Crown Prince. but they've never been seen before.

If there's no man, the Princess could be next in line.
"Euuugh.. Father.."

A drunk guy, weeping. Not weird. However, they looked.. similar to him. He didn't know his (or any) face could contort to such extremes.

They slammed an empty cup on the counter.

"You!"

"Yes? Would you like another?" William smiled. It would be this mans 4th beer.

"Sayy.. could you help me with.. something?"