Episode 1: Am i Builder?

The last thing I remembered was the sound of collapsing scaffolding, the flash of sunlight reflecting off a loose nail, and then… nothing. Darkness consumed me. When I awoke, I wasn’t on the construction site anymore. I was lying on a bed of straw in a room made of wood and stone, with the faint smell of fresh timber in the air.

“Where am I?” I muttered, sitting up. My hands felt rough, not from my old life as a modern builder but from something more primitive. I looked down at my calloused palms and the strange clothing I now wore—rough-hewn linen and a sturdy leather apron.

The door creaked open, and two young people walked in. “Master Loong, you’re awake!” the girl exclaimed, her face lighting up with relief. She was petite, with a braid that swung as she moved. Beside her stood a lanky boy, scratching his head awkwardly.

“I’m Mi Yue, and this is Fei,” the girl continued. “We’re your helpers, remember?”

Helpers? My mind raced, trying to piece things together. As they spoke, snippets of memories flooded in—memories that weren’t mine. In this world, I was Loong, a renowned builder whose skills were said to rival the gods. Bridges, homes, storage houses—I had constructed them all, earning the respect and admiration of the villagers. Yet, something had happened recently, an accident or illness, and now here I was, armed with the knowledge of two lifetimes.

I decided to play along for now. “Ah, yes, Mi Yue, Fei. Thank you for taking care of me. What’s the current situation?”

Fei straightened, his nervous energy shifting to determination. “The villagers need you, Master. The eastern bridge collapsed during the storm last week, and we’re running out of time to rebuild it. It’s the only path to the market.”

Mi Yue chimed in, her voice steady but tinged with worry. “And the granary roof is leaking. If it’s not repaired soon, the stored grain will rot.”

I took a deep breath, my old instincts kicking in. “Alright. Show me the materials we have, and I’ll make a plan.”

The villagers had gathered outside, their faces filled with hope and desperation. They greeted me warmly, and I could feel their trust in the old Loong. I examined the bridge site, the splintered remains of the old structure scattered like fallen leaves. My modern engineering knowledge combined with Loong’s craftsmanship stirred within me.

“We’ll need sturdy planks for the base, reinforced with stone supports,” I said, sketching a quick design in the dirt. Mi Yue and Fei nodded, their eyes wide with admiration.

That evening, I gathered the villagers. “We’ll rebuild not just the bridge but a stronger future for this village,” I declared. My words seemed to ignite a spark in them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I realized that this world was a second chance—not just for me, but for the people who depended on me. I wasn’t just a builder here; I was a creator of hope.

And this was only the beginning.

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