In the Azraeil Empire, nestled in the Duchess's castle of the Human realm, lay a young boy in his luxurious bedroom. The gold-adorned edges of the room provided ample space for at least seven people to live comfortably. The boy, with chubby cheeks, a cute face, and silver hair, looked no more than eight years old. It was evident that he would grow up to be quite the looker.

However, the serenity of the room was interrupted by the boy's continuous groaning, frowning, and tossing in the bed, as if in great pain. Suddenly, he jolted up, clutching his head.

"What the hell? Why does my head hurt so bad? What's going on?" he groaned.

The boy kept screaming in pain for at least ten minutes until he lay limp on the bed, the pain slowly subsiding. He muttered, "Wow...uff, I must have drunk a lot last night," as he lay flat on the floor. However, he soon realized that he was looking at a ceiling that did not belong to him.

"What the hell? Did I drink so much that I came to the wrong house or am I hallucinating now?" he thought to himself.

As he tried to stand up, he fell back, grunting in pain.

"Damn it! My muscles hurt like hell! Did I get into a bar fight? No, that's not important. The question is where the hell am I?" he wondered.

While lying down and questioning himself, the boy noticed something odd- everything around him looked big. He couldn't believe his eyes as he slowly raised his hands to see that they were small, white, and smooth. A sense of dread crept over him as he realized that he had become smaller.

"No, it can't be real, it's not possible," he murmured to himself.

As the boy was trying his best to push such thoughts away, a voice was heard.

[Ding...]

[Scanning the current world.....]

[Scanning completed...]

[Welcome host!!!.....to your new life]

The system cheerfully greeted him, unaware that these words had crushed all the hope within its host."