Was it just a moment or eternity? My consciousness, which was supposed to have disappeared, began to become clear. It was unbelievable that I had survived in a situation where I was supposed to die. The first thing I saw was a white ceiling. I was lying on a pipe bed with a white blanket, and I could hear the sound of medical equipment. I was definitely in a hospital bed. "Ah, thank God," a woman's voice said. I turned my head and saw a woman's face that was worn out but just my type. "Mother," the words came out of my mouth. Huh? She's younger than me, right? If I say that to a woman I don't know, I'll get punched. However, she seemed to be crying with joy. "Yuma, it's good, it's really good." "Yuma." Memories of a different person started to flow into me gradually. It was the memories of a boy named Yuma. His last memory was a speeding car crashing into him when he was in middle school. He thought he had died at that moment, and his soul was supposed to have ascended. Only his empty shell remained. And it seemed like my soul had entered into his body. From mother, doctors, and other people who came to visit, I found out that I had actually entered the body of a boy from a different world that was similar to my own. From then on, I was stuck in the hospital room for a long time, undergoing various tests and treatments. Since I had been unconscious for a long time, my body wouldn't move as I wanted it to. Although I was supposed to be tall, exceeding 170 cm in height and somewhat large-framed, I only weighed as much as bones and skin. Despite being in a period of life where my physical strength should be at its peak, even standing up was difficult. I had decided to pretend to be Yuma because I didn't understand the situation very well. Memories gradually flowed in, but there were still many gaps. Fortunately, it seemed that it was due to the aftereffects. Also, I couldn't call my mother "mom" like before, so I called her "Chisato Mama," which was half of a "nightclub's mama" feeling. In other words, I saw her as a "woman." Although she had been wanting me to call her "mom" before I woke up, she was happy with my new way of calling her, but I still couldn't see her as my real mother. Until I was discharged, I spent my days researching about this new world while providing emotional care to my mother, who was the only one who visited me. I had my mother buy me a smartphone and a computer, things that didn't exist in my previous world, and spent my time in the hospital room. Although my girlfriend, whom I had been dating at the time of the accident, had visited me occasionally before I woke up, she never came to see me again for some reason. Gradually, I regained almost all of Yuma's memories. From those memories, I understood the culture and civilization of this world. In this world, hearts are not connected to a network. If you invade someone's heart, you can control them freely. It was a world full of defenseless people like that. However, I had no intention of doing anything bad. Out of gratitude to the people around me, I didn't do anything wrong and took care to make sure that their physical condition improved. Especially for my precious mother, I provided careful care to help her regain her health and beauty. In the previous world, the way you held your heart could affect your body. Even organisms with the same genetic structure can be changed within that range as an organism. How far and how to change it? It depends on the person's skill. And I was one of the top skilled people in the world. As a result of using that power to take care of people, my mother really began to regain her strength. As for me, rehab wasn't difficult. If I changed my body as I saw fit, rehab was easy. However, my desire as a male, my last desire as a bull, "the things I wanted to do but didn't get the chance to do," was still bothering me. After enduring those feelings, I finally reached the day of my discharge.

Awakening.