Chapter 427 - My SI Stash #27 - Overcoming all odds by Unfortunate_Soul (TDG)

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Chapter 1

Jacob woke up and frowned as he realized that his body was wrecked with pain.

He looked around and realized that he was in a white washed room. The smell of herbal medicines and the aesthetic of the room told him that he was in a hospital. But why?

The last thing he remembered was…

Suddenly, his mind was assaulted with memories.

Memories of him dying. Memories of him meeting ROB. Memories of him filling a CYOA. Memories of him being sent to this world in an alleyway. And last but not the least, memories of him being beaten by a bunch of thugs because he insulted some Young Master's sensibilities.

And now he was in hospital. With powers.

Doesn't that mean…

He looked down at himself for the first time since waking up and realized that he was in a younger and slightly different body.

He hastily looked around for some kind of mirror but there wasn't any. He looked at the windows and the slight reflection showed him the body of a young 13 year old boy with blond hair and somewhat Chinese features.

He blinked his eyes, feeling more than a little tired. His body was wrapped up in bandages and he looked like a half mummy.

The whole thing seemed unbelievable. But the truth was in front of him and it was what it was.

He had been… what was it called. Being Iskai'ed? Reincarnated? Transmigrated? He wasn't sure about the correct terminology but he knew without a doubt that he was now in a fictional world.

At least he had powers.

Then his vision began to swim and he realized that he still must have lost a lot of blood when he was half beaten to death.

He laid back in his bed and closed his eyes. Sleep claimed him soon enough.

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Next time he woke up, he realized that there was another person in the room with him.

He looked at the person. A young woman with simple white dress.

"Hlo…" he murmured, his voice weaker than he expected.

The nurse turned to look toward him and blinked in surprise. "You're awake. Didn't expect that to happen so quickly but this is good. You're not as badly injured as we thought."

He grumbled at the nurse and pulled himself up the bed until he was sitting with his back to the wall.

Then with a jolt, he suddenly realized that the nurse wasn't speaking English. It was another language entirely. A language that he didn't understand. It could have been Japanese or Chinese. He didn't knew any of those languages and couldn't tell but the dialects sounded Asian. It could also have been a whole another language for all he knew. He did live in another now after all.

"So. Do you remember what happened?" the nurse asked curiously "How did you end up in such a condition?"

"Was beaten up by a few thugs in an alley because… I think I insulted the young master of some house." The nurse gave him a 'are you foolish' look at that and he grudgingly nodded "I… I can't recall memories aside from that. Everything is fuzzy and confusing."

The nurse frowned "I see. Can you remember your name at least."

He thought about it. He could call himself Jacob Summers like he did in his past life but such a name would stand out in this world where people's names are Xing, Yang, Chun and so on.

So he blurted out the first Asian sounding name that came to his mind. The name of one of his heroes from the Anime world.

"Itachi. Itachi Uchiha."

The woman nodded and noted down the name on her clipboard.

"I see. Tell me Itachi, can you remember the names of your parents. Or where you might have lived before this?"

He thought about it, wondering if he had some kind of past in this world. He didn't. That's the price of picking up the 'Drop In' option in the CYOA. They literally just drop you in the world without any backstory at all.

"No. But… I don't think I have any family left. At least that's the impression I get when I try to think about the

m."

The woman gave him a sympathetic nodded and wrote something more on her notepad.

Then she sighed "You should feel grateful to the Snow Wind family and the City Lord. After all, they are the one whose donations allow this charity hospital to run in the first place. Without it…" she shook her head. "Do you need anything else?"

"Some water." He said as the fog in his mind cleared and he properly remembered where he had been dropped in.

In the world of 'Tales of Demons and Gods'. Where the protagonist is a hundred year old master who acts like an immature brat and chases after 13 year old girls.

Yeah…

The nurse handed him a cup of glass along with a pill.

"Long Dream Pill." The nurse explained "You need to rest to regain your strength."

A part of him rebelled at the idea of taking the alchemical pill which was essentially a drug in all but name and leave himself open to the risk of someone walking up to him and just slitting up his throat.

But he doubted anyone knew about him in this world. And if someone really wanted to kill him then he won't be able to do anything aside from making some noise even if he was awake.

He took the pill and popped it in his mouth before gulping it down with the water.

"Good. Now go back to sleep. Doctor Cheng Luan will come and see to your injuries in a while."

With that said, the young nurse whose name he still didn't know helped him lay back down on the bed and covered him with the thin blanket.

A few moments later, his eyelids started to droop and then he closed his eyes, ready for a long sleep.