The deep eyes of the old man reflected the lands below the mountain. He saw that after the cave he slept in was another mountain, but this mountain had settlements of humans. However, his eyes fell on the monsters in every different place in the mountains.

He let out a sigh as fragments of his memories of the past flashed back to him. He saw the thriving life of every human, the advanced technology and magic, as well as the remnants of the previous ancient magic, which was the elven magic.

But then, as he looked at the settlement below, he knew that the changes in the past few years didn't create any progress for humanity.

"There was no kind of that settlement in my time. This can only mean one thing. The world didn't continue to progress above the realm of our knowledge."

Even so, he was not dissatisfied with it. People in his time knew that there would be things that would trigger progress to slowly move backward, and it seemed that this was what happened in this world.

The old man was not disappointed, but instead, he knew that he should still continue what he had in his mind before he went into his deep slumber.

"The capsule was created for us to sleep in, the holder of the ancient magic of the previous elven species." He mumbled once more, then slowly floated to the skies.

Another fragment struck his mind, and it was the deteriorating essence of mana in the surroundings. Even with how technology thrived, energy was still finite.

No one can create something from nothing. Its sole purpose is to convert in any way.

"So, the result of their studies was to lower technology and the population. But, I wonder how many years it has been like this? An ancient civilization to be considered in my time."

He again let out a sigh and continued to contemplate his mission in this life. This is another life, another chance, and even though it appeared that he was the strongest human because of his knowledge, he still wanted to continue the mission.

"I only have limited time, so pleasure won't do for me. Before that happens, I should find a person who can continue the knowledge from the past."

Expanding his knowledge will be his mission. And for it to be achieved, he at least needed a disciple he could teach.

"For goodness' sake, being poetic doesn't suit me."

...

The teenagers in the village started to have some fun. Their training just ended, and they decided to spend some time as normal teenagers.

Away from the early responsibilities of training, they had gathered in one open yard, different from the training grounds of the village where the dummies and target boards are.

"Punch! Punch!"

"Uppercut!"

"Give him a hook!"

For some reason, the definition and essence were still around the nature of fighting. Two teenagers were inside the circle of other teenagers. They were beating each other with the knowledge they got from training.

It was a match.

After some punches and kicks, with a few basic movements applied, the crowd of teenagers acknowledged the winner of the game. They laughed and booed at the loser of the game.

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"You still suck!"

However, when another person of their age passed, their attention was divided. Some of them looked at the teenage boy who wore clean clothes and passed in a different direction than them.

"Hey! Lazy! Come here!"

They were pertaining to Kaian. And as he was a bit famous among the teenagers his age, sometimes he was picked as the laughingstock.

Kaian was also trying hard to not be seen by them, but, as he had been called, two options rang in his head.

'Whether I run away, or approach them when they call me.'

However, Kaian decided not to acknowledge their call and ignored them. He then simply rolled his eyes back to where he was going and continued walking.

"...! What?! You dare to ignore us?"

They were about to chase the unbothered Kaian when suddenly Kaian's father approached him. They were given no choice but to stop and just have indignant faces as they watched them.

"Tsk."

Kaian had already calculated it in a short time. Despite that tight, short situation he had, he knew that he could still dodge trouble since his father, at this time, would always return home, which he was not wrong.

Using his gifts, he could always get through troubles that until now, he still hadn't failed.

"Kaian, your friends called you. Why didn't you approach them?"

Kaian simply gave his father a different smile and said, "They are not my friends, Father."

And listening to that, Renardo was dejected by Kaian's attitude. He had always thought of Kaian bringing a friend to their house, but he could not push his son to do what he didn't like.

He could only release a sigh as they arrived at their house.

Renardo always thought that his son was normal. But, as he grew, he could see that Kaian was growing distant from the kids of his age. He always thought that he would at least try to socialize with others, but Kaian's curiosity was not about other people.

Did they raise a unique kid?

Was the form of their education for him and their way of raising him different from the norm? He knew that he had always been lenient to Kaian and didn't push the responsibilities onto him. But, is it time for him to do something about this matter?

Renardo's wife, Isabella, thinks differently.

Isabella held accountability for the way of growing Kaian, and she knew that nothing was wrong with it. They had always noticed that Kaian was different, but it didn't change the fact that he was kind and smart. With that, their method was clearly better than others.

Despite being called ugly names, Kaian still remained nonchalant and calm, which she could be proud of. And other neighbors were mature enough to understand that Kaian was different from other kids. But, there were still some that couldn't accept Kaian's difference.

However, Kaian didn't even let others bother him. He was still fulfilled the way he thought life was. It was as if his previous life was that of someone who grew tired of living normally.