Eu, o Feiticeiro, o Buda Tolo

On an ordinary day, you awaken in a familiar bed and see a familiar room, yet somehow know, with an inexplicable certainty, that this is not your home.

It is not even the modern age, but an ancient one.

And yet... you know this place far too well.

You keep trying to recall what happened yesterday, only to discover that you possess two separate sets of memories.

In both of them, you died.

You are certain that you have crossed into another life. Because your memories have merged with those of this body, the place feels so familiar to you.

But why... why does this body bear the same name as yours?

Even its face is almost exactly the same...

He is called Roland, and so are you. Only, he has just turned sixteen this year.

Have I crossed into the body of myself in a parallel world, or was everything I once experienced nothing more than a dream?

Who can say whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, or a butterfly now dreams that it is Zhuang Zhou?

This is a hunter's cabin in the mountains. Inside are a bed, a simple sleeping pallet, a desk, and a bookcase.

At the desk sat a youth with sharp brows and bright eyes, handsome and spirited.

He had black hair and black eyes. In this world, such hair and eye colors were rare, though not unheard of.

After muttering to himself for a while, he picked up the book on the desk and began to work in earnest.

He was currently apprenticed to a wizard, though still an uninitiated novice. If he could not advance to the rank of lesser apprentice today,