Dae-Woon blinked, disoriented, as his gaze shifted from the unfamiliar ceiling to the warmth of a man’s arms. His first instinct was confusion—who was this? The man was tall, with silver hair that shimmered like moonlight, and deep blue eyes that held a sense of joy. His brown tunic was simple but elegant, and his posture radiated calm assurance. He was speaking to someone, but Dae-Woon couldn’t quite make out the words.
Turning his head slowly, Dae-Woon’s gaze fell on a beautiful woman resting on the bed nearby. She looked to be in her twenties, with a gentle smile that softened her golden eyes. Her presence was calming, almost ethereal, and as she caught sight of him, her expression softened with something akin to recognition.
But the words they were speaking... they were foreign. A language he couldn’t comprehend. Dae-Woon furrowed his brow, his mind struggling to catch the meaning behind their voices. Was this... where was he? Why couldn't he understand them? His confusion deepened as the man’s tone grew more reassuring, though it felt distant.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in his mind—a clear, emotionless tone. “Initialization complete. Loading data.”
A sharp pain shot through Dae-Woon’s skull, so intense that it felt like his head might explode. His breath caught in his throat, and a strangled gasp escaped as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't hold back, and before he knew it, he was crying uncontrollably. The man, startled, quickly adjusted his hold on Dae-Woon, trying to calm him.
The pain ebbed away just as quickly as it came, leaving Dae-Woon dizzy and disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world around him swirled like a blur. And then, in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing on a jagged rock in the middle of a dark void. The sensation of weightlessness clung to him, as though he were lost in a dream.
The voice returned, deeper this time. “Welcome, host Dae-Woon, to the planet of Niphus.”
Niphus? The name echoed in his mind, but the world around him remained unfathomable. The voice continued as if sensing his confusion.
“The body of Son Dae-Woong has perished on Earth due to a fatal accident—a car accident caused by an intoxicated driver. As the purpose of life was not fulfilled by the host, he has been reincarnated by the Noctivane System, the system of life and death, into the body of an infant on the planet Niphus.”
He was confused, however, before he could think further, everything seemed to collapse. He was pulled back into the warmth of the woman’s arms. The man, clearly unsettled by the infant’s relentless crying, handed the child over to her.
Dae-Woon’s mind raced. He looked up at the woman’s face—impossibly beautiful, with glowing golden eyes and golden hair that shimmered like sunlight. This had to be his new mother. She spoke softly, her voice like a melody that soothed his frantic thoughts.
“Hi, baby. Are we finally awake?”
Before Dae-Woon could fully grasp what was happening, the door creaked open. A tall man entered, dressed in a flowing white robe with golden embroidery. His presence was imposing yet dignified. He approached Dae-Woon and, without a word, placed his hands over Dae-Woon’s chest. A strange energy surged through the air, and he began to chant in an archaic language.
Golden light enveloped Dae-Woon, and he could feel the power resonating deep within him. The man’s voice carried both authority and warmth as he spoke.
“Your name shall be Vestian, named after the eternal flame of Ves, the progenitor of all light. You shall never falter nor fade, for you are bound to an authority beyond time—ever enduring and never unseen.”
As the man finished speaking, a translucent blue screen appeared in front of Dae-Woon, displaying strange information.
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Name: Vestian
The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
Status: Commoner
Level: 01
Age: 0 yrs, 7 hrs, 34 min, 49s
Race: Human
HP: 100
MP: (LOCKED)
Strength Framework: (LOCKED)
Wealth Framework: (LOCKED)
Title: (Reincarnator)
Missions:
* Receive a name (Complete) [Reward: 50 SFP + 50 WFP]
* (Automatic) Skip 3 years [Reward: Unlocking system features]
Cultivation: (LOCKED)
Skills: None
Potential: Magic (9 stars), Martial Arts (7 stars)
Agility: 0
Intellect: 47
Strength: 0
System Points: SFP: 50, MFP: 50
System Store: (LOCKED)
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Dae-Woon stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar terms. His mind swam as he tried to grasp the concept of this "system." What were these strange measurements? What did it all mean?
Suddenly, a soft beep filled the air. The voice returned.
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“Mission: (Automatic) Skip 3 years [Reward: Unlocking system features].”
[Initializing time skip]
[Deleting memories as an infant]
[Speeding up perception of time]
[Terminating time skip]
[Loading memories during time skip]
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A shift in reality. The world around him blurred, and Dae-Woon felt as if time itself were bending. When the sensation faded, Vestian found himself back in a familiar room. The stone brick walls were rough but solid, and the faint scent of wood smoke and herbs lingered in the air. The room was modest, yet it held a rustic charm. A small hearth in the corner provided warmth, and the wooden furniture—simple but functional—completed the homely feel. A bed made of thick hay wrapped in rough linen lay against one wall, with a woollen blanket resting on top. Near the bed, a large wooden chest stood, its surface worn but sturdy. The floor creaked with every step, the uneven wooden planks telling a story of years of use.
“Vestian, dinner is ready,” his mother called, her voice gentle yet commanding.
The warmth in her tone brought a strange comfort to Dae-Woon’s heart. He turned and saw her—Isabella, a former adventurer and healer. She smiled at him as she worked near the hearth, her golden eyes glowing softly in the flickering light.
As Dae-Woon made his way to the rustic dining table, his eyes landed on three bowls of soup and pasta she had prepared. The scent of the food filled the room, simple yet nourishing.
The door opened, and in walked Arthur, his father. Tall, with a presence that seemed to fill the room, he wore leather armour, a stark contrast to his wife’s peaceful demeanour. A former adventurer himself, Arthur now served as a knight for the Arctoth Duchy. His tier 3 knight rank meant he could harness aura in battle, his sword spirit abilities making him a formidable force. In his arms, he held a one-year-old child—Dae-Woon’s younger sibling, Alea.
As they all gathered around the table, Dae-Woon felt a strange sense of belonging. Though this life was foreign, the warmth of the moment, and the comforting presence of his family, offered a kind of solace.