Honkai: Strijder

Chapter 1

Feeling the chill that traveled up into his spine, the feeling of cold and hunger was the clearest feeling that Sigurd felt after opening up his eyes in this world. There are certainly other feelings such as confusion and fear, but the cold and hunger was the one who stood out the most.

While having his body shivering all over due to the cold, the young man named Sigurdurd was wearing thin and ragged clothes, his trembling body wrapped in a dirty rag, his hair was unkempt, his trembling body was curled up in a hole that are under a rather small bridge that was neither able to properly shelter him from the wind nor snow outside, with the sight of a desolate and simple european style houses can be seen in the distance.

However, Sigurd clearly remembered that just not too long ago he was merely an ordinary migrant worker living in a peaceful modern world, and yet, in less than a blink of the eyes, the entire world had changed, the already adult Sigurd suddenly turned into a young child with body no older than 10 years old.

While trying to warm himself up by rubbing his hands all over his body, the young man's mind began to go all over the place.

'Is this a dream? I recall from some website in the past that said few people actually were able to wake up inside their dream, but should the feeling that we received in the dream wouldn't be so real?'

Sigurd then took a short breath before quickly pinching his cheek as hard as he could. When blood starts to show, he stops, his suspicion starts to grow.

He squatted down to gather some heat, while his mind began to quickly work up to understand his situation better. After a while, he started to notice the similarity of his situation with some of the characters of a few fanfiction that he read a long time ago.

'Could I have just been transported into another world like in those stories i read quite a while ago? but I hadn't done anything bad or heinous in my life to make my arrival this dangerous, right?'

The feeling of cold water splashing up at his shoulder startled him up, Sigurd swirled his up above, only now realizing the various gaps on the bridge, gaps that are big enough to let a few trickles of cold water splashes down to anyone unlucky enough to be standing below it.

"Shit, I can't sleep here. With an empty stomach like this, there is a high chance i won't be waking up after taking a short nap."

While the situation that surrounded him is irrational and absurd, to survive, Sigurd must kept thinking logical and rational, no matter how dire his situation is, no matter what had happened to him, no matter who did it to him, his survival now takes priority over all else.

There is no food nor drink that can be found around the dirty and dilapidated small bridge hole, while the world outside the bridge hole was made from ice and snow.

Shrinking and waiting under the bridge would only shrink his chance of survival even further, while going outside right now also equally dangerous to him, the chance of survival would still be greater, since if gods allow it, he can met some nice people that can take him in for a while, or at least he can find some food or drink that can prolong his life.

Sigurd's body trembled due to the cold, and with great difficulty, got up, he staggered a few steps, and after getting used to walking with his weak, cold, and fragile body, decided to go out to look for a chance to survive in the outside world.

Wearing a pair of broken shoes with toes exposed on both sides, the moment his feet stepped on the cruel world filled to the brim with ice and snow, his whole body was assaulted with chills that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"Hiss..."

Sigurd couldn't help taking a deep breath in pain, and then took a decisive step forward, his time is scarce, so each second was more precious than the last, and the more he hesitated at doing anything, the less chance he could see the shining sun of tomorrow.

Before long, he finally made his way to the streets of the small town with great difficulty.

There were few pedestrians that were still walking on the street, most of them were wrapped in thick clothes and warm gloves.

Occasionally, some of the pedestrians would glance at Sigurd when he walked near them, they then would cast a look of pity or disgust at him, and then silently speed up their pace and leave, pretending to not see the dying child near them.

It seems that everyone's life is not easy, and no one has the leisure to care for what appears to be a little beggar such as Sigurd.

Looking at the recent pedestrians who speed walked and pretended to not see him, Sigurd let out a short sigh and began to think.

'Would mugging someone outside be safer than robbing them at their own house?'

In the face of survival, fragile things such as moral boundaries are something that few beings called humans would find difficult to cross.

However, the young man quickly noted that doing things that strains his body like mugging and robbing people's houses was something that his current weak and fragile body lacked the capability to do.

"Hoooo~"

A gust of cold wind mixed with flying snow blew past the young man, forcing Sigurd to tighten the thin rags that wrapped his body even further, but unfortunately, a thin piece of clothing that is filled to the brim with holes is something that isn't capable of resisting much of the cold.

"I'm just a child. What can I do badly in front of an adult like you? Please, I just want to change some food so that I won't starve to death today. I beg you, give me a chance! "

The man closed his eyes for a moment before with a heavy sigh, he gave Sigurd a nod.

"Fine, I agree, but be careful, I'll be very angry if you make my car worse."

While it's true that he would get mad should his car get worse, but that's pretty much it, he won't beat the kid or do anything worse than that.

'Should it come to worst, I still can apply for that pharmaceutical companies job offer to get some extra money to gather enough money to fix the car '

The middle-aged man suddenly felt distressed, a little worried that the situation would get worse.

"Okay, don't worry sir, I'm a professional at this!"

After saying so, Sigurd walked close and quickly squatted beside the car, using nothing but a few stones, wooden branches, and hands that were red from the cold, he began the car repair work.

After a series of smooth and completely incomprehensible fiddling, as if he had performed a magic trick, Sigurd stood up and said:

"It's done, you can try to start the engine."

The man froze for a moment, looked at his car, quickly got inside, and just as the kid said, the car started without any problem, the man turned his head in disbelief to Sigurd and said with awe.

"It's fixed just like that?"

Sigurd nodded his head and replied.

"People who don't know medical skills would never be able to treat a man with a cold, even if they have all the things that they need, but a doctor only needs to give the sick man a few doses of medicine and tell him to rest a few days. It's the same with mechanics, those who didn't dwell on this wouldn't even know what to do even if they have the tools that can change into anything that they want, but those who know a lot can fix things like this in mere minutes. Now, can I please have the bread sir?"

The other party glanced at the bag in his arms, sighed, and handed the whole bag to Sigurd.

"There are six pieces of bread in the bag, just take all of it, you are more than deserving, i can just buy more in the way."

Seeing that, Sigurd let out a joyful smile and bowed his head, his voice full of gratitude.

"I should thank you for your generosity. Your trustworthiness and kindness today just saved my life. This is undoubtedly a virtue that needs to be praised by the whole world."

"Ahahahaha, that's too exaggerated! No matter what, you have to live a good life. Should you find no place that can shelter you, you can just live with my family, my house is in the third room on the corner over there, anyway, have a better day little one, see you around."

Having said that, the man went inside his car and went on his way.

And Sigurd, holding the bag of bread that was still slightly warm, picked up one and took a bite.

The brea wa dry, astringent, and felt nothing more than a firewood.

But, to the young man who almost died of starvation, the taste of the black bread is something that is beyond comparison.

With gratitude to the unknown uncle, Sigurd ate half of the bread, and then with great perseverance stopped eating it. His current body is too weak, he could hurt his stomach by accident if he ate too much, he needs to eat the bread slowly to let his stomach digest and adapt to it completely.

*Sigh*

Sigurd let out a long sigh, tightly hugged the paper bag in his arms, and used the warmth from the bread to increase the temperature of his freezing body.

After this, he has to go back to the bridge hole, while is not an ideal place to live, but at least it can cover his sleeping figure from the cold snow.