People called the 'Voice of Samsara' the Six Spirits who watched over the universe, the system that had protected them since the last apocalyptic event—a cataclysm that the older generation still spoke of as the end of days.
Once the ritual concluded, involving gods and believers from all corners of the cosmos, the blue spirit spoke directly to all living beings beneath its glow.
"Rejoice, my children! Our saviors are coming. They will be born across the universe—a thousand strong, blessed by the grace of the seven sages in the sky. These thousand minds will drive back the void that seeks to corrupt us all with its madness."
"Seven seats of transcendence have risen in the lands above the skies. To all those with arcane power, this is your chance to become a Celestial. Seek out and claim your destiny. This is your opportunity to become a savior and fight the darkness that threatens to corrupt your world. True immortality awaits you upon one of these seats."
Arcanes across the universe who heard the voice were ecstatic. The chance to claim a divine throne was one that no one wanted to miss. A seat of transcendence offered unimaginable power, even by Arcane standards. If an Arcane could move a mountain with their skills and spells, a Celestial could shift an entire planetary system. The scale was immense, even by supernatural measures. And so, the whole universe erupted in excitement when the system revealed the effects of the ritual.
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One cycle after the system announcement, with the Big Dipper shining in the sky and a full moon glowing brightly, the planet Vega was alive with anticipation. Vega, the farming capital of the Bingan Empire, was a bountiful planet in the Human Realm of the Samsara Universe. Known for its mana-rich plants and abundant food supplies, Vega provided nourishment to the entire empire, thanks to its warm summers, good supply of moisture, and rich soil. It was here that the Bhairava household stood, a proud dukedom within the Bingan Empire, led by Duke Kal Bhairava.
“How long has it been since the labor has begun Master Kai?” Kal asked for the hundredth time.
“18 hours my lord. She is very near. The big dipper is still hanging brightly in the sky. You need not worry, my lord. Your child will be born under the grace of seven sages.” Master Kai assured Kal as he tended to Duchess Vritta’s painful contractions.
As the full moon, which had hung brightly for so long, was now beginning its descent in the sky, and the pressure in the air grew heavier with every passing minute.
Inside the birthing chamber, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of tension and hope. Mana runes formed intricate healing formations, steadily thrumming with a gentle green light that pulsed in rhythm with each contraction, sending waves of healing energy at regular intervals throughout the chamber.
Vritta lay on the birthing bed, gripping Duke Kal's hand as she breathed through the pain.
Master Kai said "One more push and the head will be out"
Vritta pushes as hard as she can
Master Kai said "One more push and the head will be out"
Vritta pushes as hard as she can
Master Kai said "One more push and the head will be out"
Vritta barked "YOU PROMISED THAT THE HEAD WILL BE OUT LIKE 10 PUSHES AGO WHAT THE F*** KAI"
Master Kai looked at Kal and asked "Who said that?? Me??? Noooooo... Must've been an echo, right Kal!"
Master Kai's joke managed to ease Vritta's tension just enough. Almost as if responding to the lighter mood, the baby's head finally emerged, right as the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, filling the room with a golden warmth.
Master Kai expertly used his aura to gently guide the newborn's shoulders out, allowing the rest of the baby's slippery body to slide freely naturally.
Gale - Siphon - Cleanse
An apprentice healer stepped forward, carefully suctioning the amniotic fluid from the newborn's mouth and nose using a wind spell. She then used a simple cleaning spell to wipe away any remaining fluids from the newborn's body.
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Ren took his first breath. It felt strange but oddly satisfying, as though he wasn't merely breathing air but something more. Before understanding anything, he could feel the world. Warmth followed, enveloping him as the healing master wrapped him in mana blankets. He blinked, his eyes unable to focus, catching only shifting blurs of blue and gold—shapes without definition that nonetheless gave him a deep sense of safety.
"He is so beautiful! Oh my God, Vri. He's amazing. Look, he's staring right into my eyes!" Kal couldn't contain his joy as he held his son.
Vritta cried tears of joy, overwhelmed with emotion as she watched her husband bond with their son.
Ren felt a familiar presence nearby. His senses identified this being as someone who would protect him at all costs. He wanted to be close to her. Despite having lived for millions of years as an old man, guiding civilizations to flourish and developing a will hardened by countless challenges, he couldn't suppress the emotions he felt as a newborn. They all felt so natural, easy, and comforting.
So, he reached his tiny hand out wanting to be near the person.
"Ahh, look at him. He wants to go to mommy," Kal said as he gently placed Ren in Vritta's arms.
Ren felt his mother's trembling yet steady arms pull him close, and her heartbeat was familiar, a rhythm he vaguely remembered from when he was still in her womb, a sound that had always been there, keeping him entertained.
Master Kai took his time checking both the mother and the newborn before exiting the room to let the other family members in. As soon as he opened the doors to signal that visitors could start coming in one by one, two children zoomed past him, rushing straight to Vritta.
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"Mom, mom, mom! Let me see! LET ME SEE!" Six-year-old Rakita bounced up and down, desperate for her mom's attention.
Twelve-year-old Vira, on the other hand, was much calmer. He simply smiled and raised his arms, signaling for his mom to hand over his baby brother.
Barely ten seconds had passed since Vira began playfully talking to his baby brother when Rakita, impatient as ever, started making a fuss.
"MY TURN! MY TURN! MY TURN!"
Vira chuckled and carefully passed Ren to Rakita, who eagerly reached out, her small arms struggling to hold the baby properly due to her young age. She tried her hardest, her tiny face scrunched in concentration as she adjusted Ren in her grip.
"Mom, can I show him off to everyone else in the manor? Please!" Rakita asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Vritta shook her head gently, a soft smile on her face. "Not yet, sweetheart. Your baby brother needs to rest for now. There will be plenty of time for that later."
Rakita pouted but nodded, carefully looking down at her baby brother, happy that she was no longer the youngest in the Bhairava family.
Meanwhile, Ren, having just been handed around like some prized artifact, felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. He could barely make sense of anything—these loud voices, new faces, and why on earth he felt like he should know them all. He was tired, he was hungry, and, honestly, being a newborn was not as simple as he'd hoped.
He opened his mouth to demand some sustenance, but all that came out was a series of wails, the typical cries of a helpless baby. He could almost feel his old self cringing, his ancient pride protesting as the cries filled the room.
Just great, well atleast Maya and Ira aren’t here to make fun of me.
Ren thought, his tiny stomach rumbling.
Here I am, a million-year-old immortal, and this is what it's come to? Crying for food like some helpless little creature. No wise words, no powerful commands—just... wailing. Incredible. Truly the height of dignity.
Rakita’s eyes widened, looking at her mom. "Mom! He's crying! I think he's hungry!"
Ren mentally sighed. Thanks for pointing that out, kid. Really needed that observation.
He was stuck in this tiny body, needing everything from everyone else—and there was no skipping this part of life.
Ren's first month was a strange mix of confusion and discovery. Days and nights, thankfully they existed in this world, went by in a blur. Ren was embarrassed to even think about them. Crying seemed to be his default mode for getting food. Sleep was his constant companion, especially when he was nestled in his mother's arms. And then there was the dreaded pooping. Ren despised it, and as a former champion of humanity, having to experience it again was almost unbearable.
At least the presence of magic made the cleaning process quick and easy. That was the only thing that helped him stay sane—within mere seconds, the attendants would cast a spell, and voilà, he was clean again.
Slowly, Ren began to recognize the people around him. He knew his brother, Vira, by his calm voice and the steady way he held him. He recognized his sister, Rakita, by her enthusiasm and endless chatter, always bouncing around and trying to get his attention. His father, Kal, was the one with the deep laughter and warm arms.
And then there were the attendants, who took care of him whenever his parents were busy. They were kind enough, although Ren often felt like he was just a tiny parcel being passed around. He figured them out by the different ways they carried him and the sounds of their voices. Some spoke to him in soft whispers, others hummed, and a few simply took care of business with a brisk, no-nonsense attitude.
But his favorite time of the day, without question, was when his mother took him and Rakita for a walk through the palace corridors. The architecture fascinated him. It was nothing like what he had seen in his previous life—this palace had sprawling courtyards, elegant columns, and walls lined with smooth, polished stone. It was a masterpiece, and Ren could almost appreciate the craftsmanship, despite his blurry vision and limited ability to comprehend.
One day, as Vritta carried him and Rakita skipped by her side, they were joined by Kal, who had just returned from the fields. Kal smiled at his wife and ruffled Rakita’s hair, then looked down at Ren.
"Look at our little guy, already taking in the sights," Kal said with a chuckle.
Rakita jumped in, "He's gonna love the palace, right, mom? I bet he wants to see everything, just like me!"
A flying vessel shaped like a bird flew through the sky as the family walked through the fields. At first, Ren thought it was just some huge beast of this world. But the way it moved and the light reflected off its metallic exoskeleton told him otherwise. It wasn't a bird—it was a machine.
Oh, sweet god! Ren thought. That is a very good sign. At least there's some technological development in this magical world. What a relief.
Kal, noticing the sudden smile on his son's face, laughed. "Do you like the ship, little guy? Want to go on a ride?" Kal pointed at the trade ship soaring overhead, carrying goods from the fields to the trade capital of the Bingan Empire.
Ren's eyes widened at the thought. Yes, boy, I want to see that flying machine! Take me to it right now! he thought, but all that came out was a gurgle and an excited little kick of his feet.
Rakita, always ready to interpret her baby brother, shouted, "See! He does want to go! Look at him kicking!"
Kal laughed, "Well, we'll have to ask your mom about that one. Maybe when he's a little older and can hold on better."
Vritta rolled her eyes with a playful smile. "Oh, you two! He is just a baby, Kal. Let’s try and keep our feet on the ground for now."
Rakita huffed, "But, Mom!"
Vritta chimed in, shaking her head, "I think Ren would rather not be thrown around in the sky just yet, Raki."
By the time the family returned to the palace, Ren was out like a light, a line of drool shamelessly dribbling onto his dad's shirt.
Later that night, Ren awoke to find his crib had been moved near the window, which was, surprisingly, wide open.
Hmm, Mom would never leave a window open near me, let alone let me sleep beside it this late at night. Strange.
Ren was perplexed. In his one month of life, he had never been left unattended, especially in such an unfamiliar situation. The windows in his room were always closed, the curtains drawn, and a magical barrier placed around his crib. But none of that had happened tonight. It was, indeed, strange.
Ren cautiously looked out the window and saw a beautiful blue moon hanging in the sky. The light radiating from it was unusually bright, far more vivid than any other night he could recall. Its glow fell directly onto his crib, bathing him in a mystical moonlight.
While Ren was still trying to figure out what on earth was happening, a white humanoid rabbit flew into view, twirling effortlessly through the sky. It paused mid-air, lining itself up perfectly between Ren and the moon, casting a long, eerie shadow over him.
Did that rabbit seriously just spin 360 degrees in the air mid-jump... without any external force?
You are afflicted with the poison Lunar Dust.
Poison! How? Who? The Window! The Rabbit!
You are dead! Your soul remains…
Here we go again! Sweet resurrection.
Skill RRR activating…..