I wade through a thick swamp. Floating above

us is Sharsha and riding my back like her boat to safety is of course Adria. Ren is making use of his ability to not get wet.

Haaa Adria what will I ever do with you.

Although I did make his technique I do not cultivate in it so I can not use it. And Adria could use her technique to remove the mud from her after drying it out enough it falls away on its own..

Make no mistake my ability would easily let me pass through this swamp with ease. It's just that….

My technique is amazing which is why i’m saving it, yep that's it. It’s also hard to use but if done correctly I could gain the strength of a god or have the seas part when I approach but see the problem is the price of use that my ability has on the body. If I were to use it now I would consider myself far too weak to do anything of value. My abilities cost to use ratio is immense. It let me do some amazing stuff in my last life. Like reincarnation. It also allowed me to make the dark elves. Although the race known as dark elves. You ask why I made their race. The same reason God made humans. Because he could.

Which is way i’m right now Adria’s farrier system. What I should push Adria off. I’m not a heartless monster so I will let her ride me now.

My ability is called ‘ The one who stands above all’ or the ‘The one above all’ for short. That's you’re only hint for now. Be happy you even get one hint.

But i’m in a bragging mood and have nothing to brag about. After all the angels fly because they take themselves lightly. So my hint is me taking myself lightly.

“ Were getting closer to the ruins I saw before. For ruins their in amazingly good condition” I heard the voice of Ren in my ears. Adria looks like she seen a ghost and is desperately looking for the source of the voice. Although she still clinging to my back she also looks like she could jump to any moment.

It's almost like a cat. I reach up over my head and poke her between the brown and she frown at me before smacking my head lightly. And then with a “hmpf” she twists so she can face away from me.

She stays like that until on one of the overhanging branches we see a black and white bird. It seems to be stripped in a perfectly way so that it is exactly equal in portions of black and white. I ask Adria hoping to get some kick out of her answer “ Is that a black bird with white stripes or a white bird with black stripes?”

She turns forwards and stares deeply at the bird. I continue to walk. Once the bird was gone from view I feel Adria lean forward and whisper in my ear “ I think it was an invisible bird that had been painted in stripes so we wouldn’t bump into it”

I give a strange smile to her answer. I nod and she too nods in a great sage like manner. It at this point I realised that she is both mature and immature for her age. I smile at her and ask “ How do you know that everything is not invisible?”

Her mouth gaped open and she completely lost in what to say. She just starts rubbing my head “ Are you invisible” I giggle to myself “ Yes but I don’t remember how to go back to being invisible. Isn’t it the same with everyone”. I can practically she the steam blowing from her ears as her tiny mind works in extreme to make sense of the pointless rumblings until it looks like a light appears behind her head and as she smiles and says “ I understand now. Thanks Varon”.

This time it's me who has to think deeply about what we were saying in a desperate hope of understanding a child’s inner thoughts. Some might say that pointless but when said child is a superhuman cannibal then things are different.

“ Hey Varon I have a question” oh that’s rare. For Adria to ask something of me. I wonder “ Is eating people bad” well we both knew it would come someday. Is this how parents giving the ‘talk’ feel.

“Their is a black and a white side to everything.” But that didn’t seem to work for Adria “ I don’t understand is it morally wrong. That what Ren said. He said I should be very careful because what I do is sickening and most people will have a strong negative reaction to me. They will hate me for what I do” oh yeah I guess they would. But she had one more line to say “ What is right and wrong. Is it another cage of god?”

I thought for a bit . And then I gave my honest answer “ Justice and evil is a game people play to past time. Some just take the game more seriously or less seriously than others. They have convinced themself that it is not a game. And that good and evil are not the same thing but are enemies. But when you stop to think about it evil cannot exist without good and good does not work without evil. They need each other. They are two sides of the same coin. But because of the game we play where we decided that some things are better than the other to do. We get involved in the game. And soon it's no longer a game to people but a important part of their lives.

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Do as you please. We don’t have to play the game just because everyone else is. Ok Adria, me and you can play whatever game we want. But unfortunately we aren't free of the rules just yet.” Adria seemed to be a bit confused but accepted the answer. She seemed to be in deep though again.

I heard Ren call out “ I’m not sure that was the answer” but surprising it was Sharshe who defended it with a “ Master Varon is truly wise. Ren he has passed on a great life lesson today and you should take note of it. After all morals is not the only game people can take to seriously.”

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I swim through the waters of nature. Slowly quietly gaining distance. I sense that the death is getting closer. But I move closer, faster and with a sharper direction.

I draw my sword. Some say a king may command their sword. But that is not true. A sword to a sword king is an equal.

Soon the fight will begin. Just one hour away now.

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I take my first step towards the new me. Soon. I will be reborn. Recrafted into a image of my liking. The weakness that is humanity will soon be discarded for a much greater form. It won’t be long now. I transcend the step of a broken temple.

I reach the door to the front of the temple.

On this door is a magical drawing of a black serpent with wings. The serpent has looped itself around a blade that's all seem to be falling to the ground. Forever closer but never their. At the tip of in this case the bottom of the sword a red runs from it to the fall like a waterfall of blood.

And the world Lugar de descanso final de muertes are painted in a running red paint that despite everything it is still wet and dripping. Honestly that painting is quite an illusion. Sharsha calls out from behind. “ This is as far as well go. Even dragons cannot find a way to enter pass this door. By force or other means. It's a soul door. Only certain soul can open it.”

Then it was the mailman who spoke next “ In my tribe it was told to us that only the second coming of death would open this door. In other words if the door was to open then it would mean that the first sign of the apocalypse had arrived. The dragon of death to my tribe. The death god to the cuilts and the black serpent to the historians. Well I hope you got what you were coming for.”

I do not listen and instead press my hand against the door. Sharsha speaks in a coy manner next “ Varon don’t be sill-“ but before she can finish speaking there is a click as the door gently opens and I take my first step inside.

It is remarkable. The inside of the 6 meter tall door to the 30 meter tall temple is about 500 meters tall. And looks to stretch on as far as the eye can see.

But what more. “ Impossible. That just can’t be…” Sharsha reels back in shock and horror. That's right this entire place is built for one thing. For approximately 3000 years my followers slaved away all working on one single things. A magic formation. A five 0.7 km by 7 km a single magic formation.

In other word all this for a single spell. A spell called Хоёр дахь ирэлт. It took another thousand years just to power this place. In comparison a 3 meter magic formation is beyond the level of most magic kings.

It's the true purpose was to do one thing. Confirm the assist me in my recantation. See my ability to return was successful. I knew it would be but I cannot control the when where or who I return as. And so this facility was built. And today approximately 30,000 years after my death I have returned . By the time I leave today I will have taken a step towards a more perfect form. Its to change my race back to dragon and release my sealed technique.

That's right all this is so my body and soul can handle my technique. Of course this is not the only magic formation I have made. In truth I made three one for the body, the mind and the soul. I do not know the location of the one for my soul but the one for my mind is most likely… back home. Well I don’t know the details of its location but I could probably work out where it is in relation to the other two.

I walk in with a brisk pace. I turn to she Sharsha is hyperventilating she taking a notebook out of her pocket and frantically sibling things down. I am glad I chose wisely to take her here. See the magician level and swordsman level of the ancient days was much higher than it was now. The reason was simply. There was two. The first and the biggest was me and Red. I removed any other industries that had any level of strength accept those who I controlled. This was by the end of my last life. And in doing so I destroyed any records of knowledge that could be hurtful to me. And I horded them away in the only place I knew would be safe… me.

But then Red fell to a trap and I knew it would take a long time for her to be ready to return so I reincarnated myself. But before I did so I places two fail safes in place. The frist is most likely the temple that mother performed the ritual inside. In other words my recaination has not gone to plan. At this moment I cannot tell what went wrong only that something has. So in this room I also intend to seek out what the problem was. Then I will return scout out the temple that mother spoke of. But that might take years of hard work which is why I have chosen to come here first.

So I ask Sharshe Do you see the beauty of my place.” I was very clear on the my part. She smart so i’m sure she can tell what I am insinuating by calling this place mine. She seems to be swimming though much chaos. I see that Adria holds the amazement of a child looking at the structures grandeur. Ren looks at the drawings on the door. And then to me. And his eyes show much disbelief. It must be terrifying for him to even hold such thoughts. And the mailman has not enter yet.

It means but one thing for this door to be opened. The it will so be the beginning of end and I will have returned in full and truth.