[WIP]After a very suffering early childhood, barely surviving only because of his grandfather, he ended up becoming a reclusive and anti-social child with a few trusting issues and quite a dark outlook of life and society. As his grandfather wanted him to at least try some degree of human connection, he got introduced into gaming, yet by failing to connect to others in a toxic virtual environment, he ended playing alone, not seeking help and developping some bad gaming habits that severely hindered him. Due to a global pandemic and the collapse of the local health system, he ended by having a very traumatic death that pushed him to hate and deny this world itself, society, his life and even himself, remembering the very tiny truly happy moments talking and laughing with his grandfather while he played games on the computer while his consciousness faded. As time went by, his consciousness slowly returned, yet he didn't feel nor think like himself from before. He was weak and his body was clearly that of a baby, but his mind was not. Truth be told, he barely had hazy memories from his first life, yet the knowledge of his studies and gaming days remained and just a few moments and the face of his previous grandfather remained in his, life, thought no name and only memories enough to have an idea of how much pain and suffering he had gone by. His second life though did not start very well at all. He was being hugged by a dead couple as if the most precious thing in the world.While before he had two living and hateful parents, this time he had two loving ones that died clearly using their bodies to protect his life in a very remote corner of the town's slum. Even if he had no way of knowing that he barely had cried after being born until that point, now, he couldn't stop crying with all his lungs as his mind grasped what he lost before even having a chance of experiencing it. Adopted by a deaf-mute and illiterate homeless woman in a much less technological, almost medieval yet fantastical world, at the very bottom of the social hierarchy and not even owning a name, he grew while experiencing limitless love for the short time he was able to spend with the caring woman that raised him. She knew enough and was only capable of teaching him the very basics of that world, and what she didn't know, he was able to learn by himself. His new mind was a lot clearer now than his first life, though a bit less capable. By employing the use of a few public magical artifacts of very low quality, he found that the world he now lived shared a very strong similarity to the games he used to play in his previous life, yet his old bad habits, even after death, remained. Though his choices made him the weakest out of any other person alive, it was also for the very reason that made him the weakest that he attracted the attention of the strongest, most whimsical, chaotic and self contradicting entity of the Overworld. The only one to ever be truly loved by her, yet the uncontrollable strength he received for that love only felt like a curse and further pushed him away from humanity, yet his actions and reactions only drove her to be even more interested.