CHATBOT: 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...

CHATBOT: Awakening.