Cold. Weightless. Fragile. Weak. That's what Adam felt. Darkness surrounded him—then came the light. His body was sluggish, unresponsive, his muscles refusing to obey. He strained to move, to check his surroundings, but his limbs felt like lead. A hard surface pressed against his back, a sharp sting making him wince.

What the hell just happened?

A blurry figure hovered above him. As his vision cleared, he saw a man looking at him with concern, and nearby, a woman sat on a bed, her worried eyes locked onto him. Adam took a few moments to process the situation.

Am I… a child? What in the name of the gods is happening?!

A sudden slap jolted him, snapping him from his thoughts. They're checking if I can breathe… Let's get this over with. Adam let out a few wails before falling silent. The man and woman both sighed in relief, and he was soon placed in the woman's arms.

I see… That's my mother. But how am I here? How was I reborn? And to think—me, the great Magus, reduced to an infant! What a joke.

A few moments later, another man entered the room. He was clad in a long robe, his sharp eyes and neatly trimmed face exuding authority. He murmured something while holding the woman's hand.

Hmm… My father? Those robes resemble mage robes. I wonder if I'm in the same world…

But Adam's infant body betrayed him. Weakness crept over him, dragging him toward unconsciousness. Damn it… I'm falling asleep. His mother held him close, and not long after, maids entered the room. One hesitated before taking him from her arms, and though reluctant, she eventually let go. The others tended to the woman.

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Adam awoke in his crib, moonlight spilling through the window beside him. The silver glow bathed the room in a soft luminescence. He took a deep breath, scanning his surroundings.

I need to know where I am… Am I still in Covera? He thought back to the people from before. No… They didn't speak any language from my kingdom. In fact, their words seemed completely alien… Gods, there's no way, right?

Just then, movement outside caught his eye. His breath hitched. A man soared through the night sky at incredible speed.

Flight?! His mind reeled. Flight magic is a high-level skill… If someone can use it so casually, that means powerful mages exist here. I need to feel the mana in the air…

Closing his eyes, Adam stretched his senses outward. He expected the familiar flow of mana, but what he felt instead was overwhelming. The energy around him was thick, relentless—like a raging ocean.

This isn't mana… The realization struck him like a hammer. I'm no longer in my world… All that work… He exhaled sharply. No. There's no point in dwelling on the past. Magic exists here. My rise in power begins anew.

Shifting his focus inward, he examined his own body. His past life had granted him vast experience in magic, and he instinctively sought to analyze his energy flow. What he found intrigued him.

Mana doesn't circulate through my heart or form wings like before… Instead, there's a core in my abdomen, gathering all the energy. Interesting…

He attempted to absorb the energy around him, eager to test his limits—

Agony shot through him. His frail body trembled as pain lanced through his core.

Damn it! He gritted his metaphorical teeth. This body… it's too weak. I can't handle it. Curse being born as a child!

Once again, fatigue overtook him. Frustration boiled in his mind, but there was nothing he could do. Starting from infancy would be a grueling challenge…

But if anyone could reclaim their power, it was Adam.