Transmigration of the Domain Bearer

Ronan died in a cult's basement with a dagger in his chest and no time for last words. He expected nothing after that. Instead he opened his eyes in a stranger's body, under a sky split by two suns.

His name is Percy Valemont now. Broke tailor. And somewhere behind the locked doors of this city, an organization called the Union Law Syndicate hunts spirits that slip through the cracks between life and death , spirits sealed inside lemons, waiting for a full moon and a willing vessel.

Percy becomes one of those vessels. Not entirely by choice.

What follows is a life built on borrowed time: a sister who calls him “Brother” like she's known him her whole life, because she has just not this version of him. A girl across an impossible distance who talks to him through a wooden box, never knowing what she's really speaking to. A kindly old man at a counter who remembers everything and asks nothing. A neighbor who treats him like family without question. People who are slowly, quietly becoming his to lose.

Because someone in this city has been waiting a long time for something they can't get back and they're willing to burn down everyone Percy has come to love to get it.

He doesn't know who yet. He doesn't know how close they already are.

All he knows is that the people standing next to him are the ones standing closest to the knife.

And in this world, that's never an accident.

warning : There will be violent and gore scenes which may not be for everyone.

A slow paced story please Bare with me.