To the the untrained eye, it would seem as if the 18 year old Issac was a normal man who was conscripted into the army to be cannon fodder in the upcoming conflicts of the empire of kazzart, but if you look a little bit closer, you will see a man that, because of immensely bad luck, is already combat hardened and scarred. Infact, he already died once as a 4 year old and got reincarnated.

Issac had fairly developed muscles, cyan blue eyes, no faicial hair, and had more scars and burn marks them I can bring myself to bother to start mentioning.

After about two years of being human, he felt he was different. He always felt out of place, or to be more accurate, superior.

Unlike regular humans, he gained a basic understanding of he's environment and the language of he's parents about 5 days after he was born. When he was a 1year old he could already talk language fluidly, as well as understanding how much his luck sucked in comparison to those around him.

Why did he think his luck sucked? Well, considering the fact that there were about 7 cult raids against the village he lived in, and the cultists attempted to kidnap specifically him multiple times, all the bandits, the forest troll the one time 3 low rank wind elementals went mad, and a goblin village that was built nearby his Village and it still hadn't been dealt with probably cut it.

And how did he know that was unusual?

Because in the rate that people were losing their lives there was no way any human villages could exist like that, and as his father sometimes needed to leave to trade with people from nearby villages, or people from other villages came to trade with him.

How did he know other human villages wouldn't be able to deal with all these things? Because his parents (and most of the village) talked about how Magnus, one of the guardsmen of the village, was a prodigy, with a VI (6) in swordsmanship, and could deal with pretty much anything god sent Their way.

But, as people sometimes do, when Issac reached the age of 3, and Magnus gained swordsmanship VIII (8) at an incredible rate because of all the monster attacks. went to the capital, to try and find a job as a guard of a nobleman. Issac didn't have the luxury to know if he succeeded.

It was a regular night for Issac. Crickets were heard in the background, it was unusually quiet recently. Perhaps Their bad luck was over. It had been about a year since Magnus left, an-

The sound of an explosion interrupted he's line of thought he ran to wake up he's parents, and just as he reached Their doors, they exploded. He was knocked over by the shockwave. He slowly opened he's eyes. Their house was on a hill, and allowed for a nice view of the village.

His parents were dead, only piles of ash were left.

He looked in horror, people screaming, houses on fire, the raiders seemed to ride on horses while firing projectiles at the village. A unit of them seemed to stand still and wait.

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All the guards were dead. the sky was filled with arrows that split up upon reaching a high enough and fire balls that destroyed houses. When the barrage ended, some of those creatures with swords, spears and long maces of materials he didn't recognize marched into the village.

He got a better look at the monsters. They didn't ride on horses, the bottom part of their bodies was a black horse, the top was almost human, except they had red skin and they seem to have natural red plate armor somehow grow out of them. They also had long red horns.

Their leader, or at least who looked like their leader had four hands and held a sword in each one, wherever he stepped was set on fire. He's horns were also longer.

He slowly walked, admiring the chaos, as stepped on dead body's and cut down any living being anywhere near him, even his own troops sometimes on accident, if they got to close. It seemed like he couldn't control himself.

He walked up the house, seemingly knowing exactly where Issac was.

Issac ran and hid under his bed. The thing finally got up and searched the house. Issac didn't even dare to breathe. After a long search, under some strange miracle, he survived. However, all the food, people and animals were killed. He figured he wouldn't be able to do anything else. Until help arrives he'll either starve to death, or knowing he's luck, if he'll go anywhere near the forest to gather food he'll die after an hour. So, with seemingly no other choice, he took a sword from one of the guards corpses, he's hands were shaking, fearing what's to come after death. Well, he'll know soon enough, might as well not suffer when he could just end it now right?

And than he cut himself in the throat.

think you can escape your own fate Issac? Not under my watch... You will pay for your sin. I am sorry my child. Goodbye.

Issac remembered things. It was beautiful, creation of a galaxy. Stars, Planets, moons, astroids, life. Life. How insignificant. How short. Whenever others more powerful say, in this universe, you must do. Why? Because the strong said so. However, you have to be careful. when others that are weaker than you band together, they might just about become stronger than you.

So, try not to offend to many people, or no matter how powerful you are, you'll lose.

The power level of entities where that law becomes false is with the celestial guardians.

They held the fate of all in their respective galaxies at the palm of their hands, but weren't allowed to interrupt or stop other guardians from doing things on their galaxies, or change things in the galaxies of other guardians.

Or at least that issac thought.

Issac woke up on he's bed at the barracks he was stationed at.

He didn't understand what the meaning of the message was still. He did notice however, that as time went the dream went on for longer. The dream returned once every three days give or take. He remembered how for his first years in this new life, even thinking about the message gave him nightmares. His bad luck proceeded with him to his next life, basically proving he's theory about him having bad luck.

So that was neat. Anyways, he decided to take the role Magnus had in his first life, except he would train himself. When Magnus left his was about 16, and Issac reached he's level by the age of 12, as it seemed the attacks against him were much harsher on his second life, and also got stronger over time.

"Alright ya lazy bastards, times short and there's a lot more training to do before you're out of here, and join the front lines, and I want at least half of you to go back to your families, understood?!"

The rest of the people in the barracks woke up quickly, took their weapons and held them against their hearts.

Soon all of them were done they all said together: sir yes sir!

Issac mentally sighed, and hoped he would be sent to a facility with more advanced training soon, something that would compliment he's X (10) in swordsmanship.