Xelar, now trapped in the chubby body of a human child he had inadvertently chosen, sat on the edge of a modest wooden bed.

His new fingers poked disapprovingly at the unfamiliar flesh that seems to quiver with every movement.

"Let's see..." he muttered, his strange high-pitched voice echoing strangely in the cramped room.

His gaze, once capable of spanning galaxies, now narrowed at his reflection in a small, dusty mirror.

The image staring back at him was disheartening.

An obese child with a round face framed by short, unkempt black hair.

His eyes were so tiny they resembled small black beans.

"If I don't focus, I might not even see them properly." he grumbled.

"It would have been so much better if I had possessed the other kid's body." he sighed deeply, a mix of regret and disbelief in his tone.

The room was sparse, furnished with just the essentials— a wooden bed, a small table cluttered with fruits and snacks, and a broken wardrobe.

A patch in the roof allowed a beam of sunlight to filter through, highlighting the dust in the air.

As he attempted to stand, a sudden wave of dizziness engulfed him, causing his new body to wobble uncontrollably.

Desperately, he reached out and grasped the bedpost for support.

His new body's weight felt foreign, a stark contrast to the weightlessness of his former existence where gravity had been merely theoretical.

He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath—the first voluntary breath in a body that seemed more prison than vessel.

The air felt thick in his lungs, heavy and humid compared to the crisp void of space he was accustomed to.

Opening his eyes, he gazed down at the simple wooden floor.

Each grain and knot in the wood, details he would have never noticed before, now stood out starkly.

"I must adapt, learn, and perhaps even thrive." he resolved.

It was not just about mastering this body, but about understanding the life it lived—the fears, the joys, and the mundane nuances of human existence.

With a newfound determination tinged with existential curiosity, he pushed away from the bedpost, ready to explore his new reality.

Taking a deep breath, he mustered his courage and took a tentative step forward, then another, gradually gaining confidence with each stride.

"Walking… a basic human function, should be simple enough." he coached himself.

Each step forward felt like a little win yet tinged with an odd sensation of being firmly rooted to the ground.

Just as he was beginning to grasp the mechanics of walking, his stomach emitted a loud, insistent growl.

RUMMMBLE

"Now, it seems, this body demands nourishment. How tedious."

He shuffled toward the table, intent on reaching the snacks.

Misjudging his width, he stumbled.

THUUDD!

He crashed to the floor.

"ARRRRGGHHHH, why is this so difficult?!" he shouted, frustration boiling over.

Trying to push himself up, he found his breath short and his efforts feeble.

HUFF HUFF

Xelar lay there, breathing heavily, his cheek pressed against the cool floor.

"Of all the cosmic forces, gravity on Vesta is the most treacherous." he muttered sarcastically, mustering his strength for another attempt.

With considerable effort, he managed to sit up, resting against the bed.

"Perhaps mastering this body will be my greatest challenge yet,." he mused, a wry smile creeping across his face.

As Xelar finally steadied himself and reached for a piece of fruit on the table, a boy about his age, with tousled brown hair and curious black eyes, and a scrawny build with fair skin, burst into the room.

The boy's initial concern quickly gave way to amusement as he noticed Xelar's clumsy attempt at navigating his new body.

"Oh, Lucas! Making a mess as usual?"

Ben's laughter filled the cramped room as he hurried over to help.

"Let's get you cleaned up. You can't attend Master Eldin's lessons looking like that."

Xelar, still grappling with his new identity and flaring temper, shot the boy a glare.

"And who might you be to tell me what to do?" he snapped, his patience thinning.

The boy, unfazed, grinned broadly.

"It's me, Ben! Your partner in crime and the only one who puts up with your antics. Remember?"

Xelar paused, taking a deep breath to access Lucas's memories.

Images and feelings flooded in—the town, their shared past, and their exploits.

"Ah, right. Ben." he acknowledged grudgingly, his tone softening.

"So, in this life, I am Lucas." he acknowledged grudgingly, his tone softening as he connected the dots between his cosmic past and his current existence.

"I see, so this body's name is Lucas and he's 9 years old." Lucas realized internally, parsing through his memories.

The memories unfolded further.

Lucas was abandoned shortly after birth, left on the doorstep of a humble cottage at the outskirts of Greenvale—a bustling town known for its lively market and close-knit community. Growing up in an informal orphanage, he had little, but the company of other children like him.

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"This kid here, his name is Ben," Lucas identified, as more memories clarified Ben's role in Lucas's life.

"He's Lucas's one and only friend, always around when mischief calls."

Ben, noticing Lucas's distant gaze, waved a hand in front of his face.

"Lucas! You zoned out there for a second, buddy." Ben's eyes twinkled mischievously as he waved a hand in front of Lucas's face.

"Everything cool?"

Snapping back to reality, Lucas looked at Ben.

"Yes, Ben, just lost in thought. Thanks for the help." he responded, mimicking the vocal patterns and tone he found in Lucas's memories.

"Alright, let's tidy you up. I have got something to show you." Ben said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

After helping Lucas clean up and eat.

Ben eyed him with a mix of curiosity and concern as they stepped out into the bustling streets of the town.

"You alright, Lucas? You seem... off today." Ben remarked, squinting slightly as if trying to read Lucas's thoughts.

Lucas, still adjusting to his flood of human memories and his new, cumbersome body, shrugged noncommittally.

"Just one of those days, I guess." he muttered, his voice tinged with a regal indifference that felt oddly out of place in his new form.

As they walked towards the modest building where Master Eldin held his lessons, Lucas's attention was drawn to the lively market nearby.

His senses, though acutely sharp, were overwhelmed by the myriad smells and sounds of the market in full swing just a few streets away.

"This place is...chaotic..." he commented, his tone carrying a mix of disdain and curiosity.

"It's market day, best day of the week!" Ben said enthusiastically, pulling him along.

"You'll see, it's a blast after class."

Inside, the classroom was simple and unadorned, with rows of wooden benches filled with children of various ages, all turning to stare as Lucas and Ben entered.

Lucas felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, memories of being the subject of ridicule flooding back.

He clenched his fists but kept his composure, his face a mask of aloof dignity.

"Ah, there you are, boys." Master Eldin greeted them, his eyes lingering on Lucas with a touch of surprise.

"Please, join us without further disruption." he added, nodding towards two empty seats at the back.

Lucas followed Ben, his movements measured and deliberate.

The whispers and giggles from the other students brushed off him like mere dust.

He seated himself with a grace that seemed too refined for the shabby surroundings.

As Eldin's lesson on ancient battles and heroic deeds unfolded, Lucas found his thoughts drifting—not to cosmic battles, but to the trivial squabbles of these mere mortals.

Yet, there was something inherently... human in their struggles that intrigued him.

A crumpled piece of paper hit the back of Lucas's head.

As the paper struck him, a flicker of his former life flashed before his eyes—vast universal scale battles, where stars and planets were his playthings, and his word a command that could shape or shatter galaxies.

The stark contrast between then and now, where a simple paper ball could stir such disruption, was not just ironic but deeply unsettling.

"From commanding the universe to being mocked by these insignificant beings." Lucas thought bitterly, the memory of his boundless power clashing vividly with the reality of his fragile, new form.

Turning around, he caught the smirking face of a boy across the aisle.

"Watch it, fatty." the boy whispered venomously.

Lucas's face tightened, his eyes turning cold and distant.

The air seemed to thicken as he delivered his icy response.

'Interesting... This brat dares to insult the great me...' he mused internally.

Aloud, he said, his voice soft yet carrying a chilling edge, "You play with forces you do not comprehend, young one."

The room fell silent for a heartbeat—and then erupted in laughter.

Laughter swelled like a tidal wave, relentless and suffocating, freezing Lucas in place as it clawed at his pride.

Each laugh was a reminder of his diminished state, a public stripping of the dignity he had once held as inviolable.

The mockery was more than an insult—it was a denial of the immense identity he once wielded freely across the stars.

For a split second, a reckless idea zipped through Lucas's mind.

"Should I just blow up this planet? It'd be so easy..."

A dangerous glint flashed in Lucas's eyes, quickly masked as he watched the children's mocking faces.

The urge to let loose the immense force he had bottled up inside was like a burning rush in his blood.

But as quickly as the dark thought surfaced, he dismissed it.

'No, wreaking havoc isn't why I'm here.' he scolded himself internally.

Despite the sting of humiliation, he recognized the importance of restraint.

This was not just a test of adapting to human frailties but a profound challenge to master his impulses under the weight of mortal limitations.

Lucas felt a flush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks, but it was now mixed with a solemn resolution.

The laughter around him had not diminished, but his response to it had transformed.

He was not just a former cosmic overlord learning to walk in a child's body; he was a cosmic being learning what it meant to be human.

The audacity of the pudgy Lucas making such a grandiose statement was too much for the children.

They knew him only as the clumsy, overweight boy who couldn't run a lap around the field without huffing.

"HAHAHA! Oh, I'm so scared!" the boy mocked, sarcasm thick in his tone as others joined in.

They rolled on the floor, clutching their sides in exaggerated fear.

"Please, don't unleash your mighty powers on us, mighty Lucas!"

Lucas felt a flush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks, his fists clenching at his sides.

The laughter was a harsh reminder of his current limitations and the wide gap between his former omnipotence and his current frail human form.

Master Eldin, noticing the escalation, clapped his hands sharply, commanding attention.

"Enough!" he said firmly, his voice cutting through the laughter.

"We are here to learn, not to belittle each other. Lucas, please, join me at the front."

As Lucas walked to the front of the class, his steps measured and his head held high despite the burning in his cheeks, he felt the weight of every gaze.

Master Eldin gave him a subtle, sympathetic glance before addressing the class.

"Remember, tomorrow is a significant day. The mage and warrior academies will be here to assess your aptitudes."

"This is a mandatory session for all who are of age 9 and above." Eldin announced, moving on to set the stage for the next day's events.

Lucas, now standing slightly apart, managed to collect himself.

He couldn't let these petty taunts unnerve him—not when he had faced several life threatening situation.

"A test of aptitude... perhaps this will provide the challenge I seek." he mused, his resolve hardening.

After the lesson, as the children began to disperse, Ben approached Lucas, a concerned look on his face.

"Ignore them, Lucas. They don't know any better. How about we head to the market for a bit?"

Lucas nodded slightly, a faint smile breaking through his frustration.

"That sounds good." he responded.

As they stepped out into the sunshine, the warmth seemed to wash over Lucas, soothing his rattled nerves.

The market buzzed with vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the scorn he had just endured, alive with the din of chatter and clatter of stalls.

Navigating through the crowd, Lucas allowed the sights and sounds to captivate his senses—vendors calling out their wares, children laughing as they darted between the stalls, the aroma of fresh bread and spices mixing in the air.

It was a small step toward something new, a momentary escape that hinted at the vastness of the world awaiting him.

For Lucas, it was the first hint that this new, ordinary life might hold its own kind of extraordinary adventures.