Authors note:
Well I had my little fun and hopeful it will teach those who only read fictions with at least 10 chapters in them. It was also interesting to see the results of this experiment.
If there is interest, I will continue the story with real size chapters, similar to my other works. Otherwise, well it will remain as such.
You decide :)
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The beginning and the end
One's fate can be fortunate or riddled with bad luck. It can be epic, plain or boring. The situation I found myself in was just depressing. There was no upside to my situation, none at all.
I had held memories of two unique past lives and was now experiencing my third one. Yes you guessed it, this is another RE story. If this is not your cup of tea, you are free to stop reading this. However you will never know of my epic story. I promise you, this story is not what you are expecting.
Let me first tell you of my first life. It was a normal and everyday life, not really noteworthy. I had plenty of hobbies and was moderately skilled in many things. I could read, write and do basic arithmetic. I could also drive standard and repair any damage caused by the sudden appearance of a street lights. Those buggers loved to pop out of nowhere just as I would test the limit of my tire`s grip.
I could also draw and program in the most advanced languages like VBA. I also enjoyed reading light novels, manga and watching anime at work.
I had been a long time visitor to a site called RoyalRoadL (RRL) where I could read all the Fan Fictions, (FF’s) I wanted for free. One day I decided to contribute to the community and stop being a leecher.
I gathered all my courage and wrote my first fiction. I was happy with my masterpiece and the fact it was in the top fifty best rated fictions on the site, it had many positive reviews. It would, however, prove to be the cause of my death.
One day, confident in my newly mastered skill, I decided to poke the sleeping dragon. I am now on my third life and I still can`t figure out the logic behind my actions. I was advised many times not to take on the challenge.
I had constantly heard of the many deaths of the wannabe authors caused by his hands. That same day, I was told to save myself and to rethink my plan. I had however thought it to be all a joke, so I asked Ramz to review my work.
"It made me puke after 4 lines", was the high praised review I had received.
I, an unknown aspiring author, was just another notch on his achievement list. With a single well-structured line, he had cut my life. This was how I died for the first time.
Was it due to my own beliefs, or did the masses of Reincarnation stories create a new reality. I cannot tell for sure how or why, but I was reborn as a baby in a fantasy world
I was reborn for the first time and I can say that my second life was a lot more fun. I will not go into detail, as anyone who read another RE story before will find very standard and boring life.
I, myself, have ready many RE stories in my past life. Now that I was walking in the same footsteps as my past heroes, I would use their stories as a guideline for my own. I would treat their lives as a manual for my chance at fame.
Just as one would hope, I was reborn into a rich family with a mage for a mother and a swordsman father. They were of course both under 20, it would be weird to have fantasy parents skilled in parenting.
Even as a new born baby, I had little trouble understanding the language of this world. It only took me five days to grasp all the small details. But as a baby there was nothing for me to do. Spending all days within my crib, I could only gather information on the world I was in.
By the time I was two month old, I had already mastered reading. As to all the second life manuals, I kept this a secret for my new parents. Being only a baby, I could not move about freely, what little reading I did, I did it while in the arms of my meal provider or her partner.
I tried to follow the written examples and give a perverted look at the sight of the naked boobs, I however lacked the much required skill to do so. Guess me not being a perverted virgin in my previous life had come to haunt me. I would be like my hero.
That of course did not mean that I did not enjoy their feel, though the nourishment they provided was still the main reason I spend so much time attached to them.
I could not wait to learn to walk and start my secret visit into the library that I knew would have existed. It would be there that according to the manuals I have read, I would find the magic texts to teach myself how to use magic. I was very eager to learn about casting magic with any incantations, how else could I show my unique powers.
I was also looking forward to seeing the surprised expression on my young parents at seeing a 2 month old use magic.
It all went according to plan. It did not take me long to learn to walk and I was soon able to sneak inside the huge library with at least one hundred books. As expected, I found the textbooks covering the secret knowledge of magic to be placed on the lower shelves, just within the tiny reach of a month old child.
Like all fantasy parents described in so many novels, mine paid little attention to my wondering about. As for the nanny, they could not bother hiring one.
Having already learned to read, I was impatient to try out the basic spells written within the old books. What little mana supply I had, was exhausted quickly causing me to faint on the spot. They should really keep such dangerous books at least on a 3rd shelf, somewhere outside an infant`s reach.
Ahh, the peaceful days of being a young child sure past by fast. I was growing at a fast rate like all children my age and would soon be five years old.
In the past five years I had continued to visit the large library every time I had free time. I was the only one who used the books that were stored within. I had figured this library was my mother’s idea, as all the books contained inside had to do with magic.
As I continued to cultivate my mana pool and my mastery over this wonderful art, I also grew in my physical size. Once I was able to reach the second shelf, I had found that the new books I was able to read covered more advanced types of magic. This pattern repeated itself with the top most shelves proving to be of most interest. It was a well-planned system.
My frequent visits to the library, did not mean that I was a loner as a kid. I had no issues with visiting the park with my loving parents. Even playing with the young kids of similar age proved to be lots of fun. At first it was not to stand out, or be considered a rich snob that I partook in such plays. It however proved to be a good way to relax, even if I was a 25 year old man inside.
Even after all this time, I could still remember the RE manuals I read in my previous life. I swore to use this knowledge well in this life time, it did not however mean that I would follow them to every letter.
When I was about 3 years old, I had already mastered highest level of magic mentioned within the many books I my personal library. It should go without saying, I had cultivated my mana pool far beyond any child close to my age. Even most adults would pale in comparison.
I had debated for some time between learning swordsmanship or trying to create this worlds version of a gun. However, I had little knowledge in gun construction and it somehow felt unnatural to use guns when I held such superb control over magic.
As a result, I had decided to wait for my father to ignore common sense and my mother's concerns of teaching a young growing child how do use sharp metal blades. I was already 3, according to most RE stories, I should soon be entrusted with my own metal tool commonly used for claiming lives , aka: my own sword. I could barely wait.
I was 25 years old when I faced my first rebirth. My lucky new parents were only 18 and 19 years old. I would have been their elder have we met in my past life, this however did not mean that I did not consider them my parents, nor that I did not love them. I loved my clearly too young parents and was thankful to them for giving me a second chance.
I was also grateful to them for feeding me, protecting me and giving me the tools I needed to archive my goals. No infant child can survive without the love and care of its parents, I was no exception.
I showed my love and respect for them by never using their names to address them. I would never do something so disrespectful. Not even in the retelling of my epic story would I dare to call them that. I had several variations of names I used to show my adoration, such simple words as 'Mama' and 'Papa' were however mostly used. I felt blessed to have a loving family that cared for me.
Pa did not fail my expectations and started teaching me swordsmanship when I was only six. Mom was not happy at this fact, but he had his way with her. He promised to let me only use a wooden sword to build my strength, he would not let me hold a metal blade until he felt me ready. I gave him credit for his smart decision.
Being just reborn six short years ago, I had plenty of time on my hands. I was even glad at the care he showed a fragile child of my age. My magic master of a mother, however did not want me to be a muscle head. She agreed to have him train me on a small condition of teaching me reading, writing and magic.
I never let her know of my ability to read, nor of my mastery of magic. Though I never gave much thought to writing, in all the rest I was beyond exception. I also held the memory of my previous life, some knowledge like math was still of use even in this world.
It came as quite a shock to my mom when she learned I had surpassed her in many fields. It was also a welcome indication on how OP I was becoming. It should also be mentioned, I had borrowed the idea from me RE manuals and used my vast magical power to reinforce my feeble body during a spar against my pa. This helped offset my father's believe that I was a simple six year old.
Having both witnessed my exception abilities, my loving parent quickly decided by themselves to hire tutors to advance my skills. I was, of course, against such ideas. I might not have been a normal child when it came to what I was capable of, this did not however mean that I wanted to be cooped inside the house under constant watch.
I was mentally 31 years old and wanted to have the freedom that came with being an underage child. I wanted to be able to play outside, to run around and make as many cheerful memories as time allowed. Like in any world, the concept of work existed even here. I was intent on enjoying fully what little time I had before getting sucked into the rhythm of a working man.
I had used all the tools at my disposal, the maturity that came of being 25 and the cute puppy eyes of a six year old. It was a deadly combination, not even a puppy could compete.
My parents were well connected in all sort of circles, it did not take them long to get me admitted to a nearby school.
As adults we forget how harsh the school life really was, only recalling the biased perceptions. This world was much the same. I would soon find out that I had made a terrible mistake.
That is not to say that the school life did not offer any fun experiences. I was almost seven when I started attending school, everyone else would start at eight or nine. Due to my advanced knowledge of every subject I was right away advanced to be with thirteen and fourteen year olds, but even there I felt out of place. This was the final year before starting specialized training, it was the highest class they could put me in.
Besides the difference in age, I managed to befriend everyone in my new class. The girls found me to be adorable and the guys were forced to go along with the girls they had one sided crushes on. Boys will be boys. I also made friends of my own age, who found me to be amazing.
I held zero romantic interest in my classmates. Sure, I found them cute, but that was it. They were still too young and innocent for anything more than simple adoration. Even by the standards of this world, they still had four to five years to go before starting their parenthood adventures. There was another small problem, even if I had wanted to have a special relationship with the lolis, my seven year old body was too young to follow though.
Within a year I had graduated from general studies and had enrolled to study advanced magic.
I was lucky to be reborn in this large town. They had one of the best magic school on the continent and libraries that would blow your mind. I was still young and wished not to separate from my family just yet. With the school being in the same town, I could continue my studies and continue to enjoy the benefits of home cooked meals.
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I feel that at this time, I should explain a little bit about the magic of this world.
Around the time I was enrolling into the magic specialized school, I learned of the seven existing tiers of spells. Ranging from one to seven, the spells where classed according to the difficulty of casting them and the amount of mana they required. The effect of the spell also played a role in its evaluation.
The school which I had started attending housed many renowned magicians skilled in 3rd tier spells. Only the dean of the department of magic could boast to have master the fourth tier. I should mention that in the recorded history of human kind, only a single human was ever noted to use 6th tier spells.
It came to my own surprise as well as to the dean himself. On my enrolment there, I was already capable of casting fourth level spells. I would continue my studies of magic under the dean himself, the only person capable of guiding me. He swore to try his best to advance my magic powers.
Around the same time as I was shaming the renowned magicians, I also reached the limit of my father's training. I felt for a moment that he himself had read my RE manuals when he announced his summoning of the master he himself had learned the sword from. He also mentioned of wanting to send me to be a private tutor of a distant relative’s daughter.
As mentioned before, I was not ready to live the comforts of my home, I had no other option than to kill this flag. I did not wish to be sent into slavery to teach someone's stubborn daughter. I have read how such stories turned out to end.
I was well off on my way to becoming an OverPowered Main Character. Though I still fell behind most OP MC I read about in my RE manuals. I was not as perverted as some and even had friends of all genders and age. I was also not able to run 100km per hour with half of ton of weights for an entire day.
That did not mean that I considered myself to be a failure. I was simply above average in most things outside the field of magic. Magic was were my skill really shone.
When I was not in school researching how to advance my art and outside the constant harassment of my new sword master, I started visiting a large library within my school's grounds. However large I thought the library of my home to be, it was nothing compared to my new place of study.
I could not even begin to count the number of books that I could read for free, it was a heaven for any leecher. It was within this secluded library that I found the secrets texts on forgotten, lost and forbidden sells. I had set a new personal goal of learning each and every one.
Five years past at a blink of an eye. I had learned all I could from both the dean and the library I frequented. It was time for my graduation.
I was starting to feel very confident in myself. I was only twelve years old when I graduated from the advanced magic school. Thanks to the teachings I received and my private search for knowledge, I had archived what no other human have done before. I had become the first seventh tier mage.
My sword skills had also advanced to master’s level. Based solely on the skill with the sword, there was no one who could rival me in town. Even my master who was renowned to be the best, would lose 2 out of 3 matches. If I used magic to enhance myself, my master would not even have time to react before facing defeat. I could finally call myself OP.
I was already twelve years old, I, like the rest of the Overpowred characters I read within my RE manuals, was eager to go on my first adventure. My dear mother, bless her caring soul, was against this reckless endower. No matter how OP I was, I was but a child in her eyes. Even my father found it hard to approve my desires. Only my respected sword teacher helped argue on my selfish behalf.
"Your son wields abnormal skills which could rival the gods themselves. Able to rain chaos on the world unopposed if he so desired. There is no danger in letting him explore the safe forests for a day or two." Those were not the exact words my honorable sword master used. It was, however, how I perceived them.
I had received the blessing and at the age of twelve went on my first adventure. I was only allowed to go out for 3 short days and was warned by my parents of the punishment that would await were I not back by then. Of course they had no way of punishing the all powerful me, but I would not give them a reason to find that out.
It was a lot of fun killing orcs and goblins with both my sword and the AOE spells, however, I was running out of ideas on how to end their lives. I had tried burning them, but found vulgar smell impossible to tolerate. I shot holes in their bodies with all types of magic, but could not stand the sight of their spilt guts. I used the winds to smash them against rocks, the stink of their blood was intoxicating.
I tried really hard to find a way to end their lives without causing myself mental damage. In the then I ended up banishing them to the middle of a sea about 1,000km away. This was however not much fun. One hit kills are very boring, they could not even stand my weakest spells.
There was also the issue of the large amount of items they would drop. Having forget to visit the basement of a total stranger, I had not special magic items to carry all the loot. I could only take what I thought to have the highest value.
I spent close to a day hunting helpless monsters that meant me no harm at all. Having grown tired of the massacre I caused, I had decided to head back early on.
Like any good overpowered main character, I had already mastered a teleportation spell. There was however, no harm in taking my time to return on foot. I was still having fun admiring the scenery and picking up all sort of mushrooms.
It was on my way back that I first swore to never trust the words of others.
I was taken in awe, just standing there, admiring the majestic presence of the golden dragon before me. It was, however, not very impressed with me intruding on its territory and was very ready to teach me a lesson on how OP I was.
All the textbooks I have read so far, even the teachers at the advanced magic school, underlined the same single fact: The highest level of magic was the seventh tier. They never mentioned if this applied only to us humans. It could also be that they forgot to send a copy of those books to the dragon race.
From its single fire breath attack, I could tell he knew not of the seventh tier spell limit I had limited myself to. My sixth tier magic shield in which I held so much pride, was shattered instantly under the heat of the dragons flame.
It was under such unfortunate circumstances that I began my third life.
As I died I thought back on all the precious spells I learned, of everyone that I could never cast again. I liked my second life, I liked being a magician, alas it was all over now.
Before I knew it, I came to feel the same sensation as when I died for the first time, I knew I was being reborn once more. Third time the chance, they always say.
I tried to open my eyes, only to find I had none. I also failed to move my nonexistent limbs. I was able to feel the warmth on top of me and the embrace of the stones below me. I could also make out the touch of the gentle breath. In an environment where I could neither see, hear nor move, I was able to find peace.
I felt quite lucky on the surprise discovery of the mana pool from my second life. I could only assume that since the mana was the power of a soul, it was not strange that it followed me after my unfortunate encounter with a golden dragon. I wonder if I died because I thought it to be cute.
I was also very thankful to be able to cast my spells without an incantation, the missing mouth would have hindered my magical abilities otherwise.
The first spell I cast, was an easy fourth tier spell, I leaned only in a case of finding myself inside a dark cave without a torch. It could also be very useful should I be blinded. This simple spell was used to perceive my surroundings without having to use my eyes.
I was glad of having spent the ten seconds to learn it.
I cast it without a second thought, but was not prepared what would it would reveal.
A golden dragon who did not share the humans' understanding of magic, the same dragon that ended my underpowered life, was sitting peacefully about three meters away from me.
It did not take me long to figure it out, the un-hatched eggs it guarded were a dead giveaway, I was inside his.... no, HER nest.
Was I one of those eggs she guarded when she killed my old self? Would my third life be that of a dragon, RAWR? It somehow felt different from that, I failed to understand how, just knew it to be so.
I was not sure why I did not notice her right away, but a simple looking teenage girl was standing only a step from me. Seeing how the awake dragon paid no attention to this weird girl, I could tell somehow she was not a human.
She held some small black device against her ear.
"Mom, I know....I know already will you relax, this is not my first time doing this.........agh, why do you always have to bring that up..... IT WAS ONLY THAT ONE TIME!", she lowered her voice and added, " and the one before that... ok so I might not have the best track record, but that does not mean it will happen again....
Mom!!! I know our family reputation depends on me passing this test .... Aghh!!! I know you pulled a special favor to give me this chance..... I know, I won't skew up again. "
After talking to someone on the end of what could only be assumed to be a cell phone, the teenage girl looked at the black device in her hand and remarked in a sarcastic voice, "Gee, thanks for push of confidence."
Holding the object in both hands, her fingers vanished in a blur as they went to a much familiar action from my first life.
"So what if I have made some small mistakes in the past, to begin with she was the one who insisted on me taking this job. Aghh!!! She makes me SOOOO mad."
She continued taping at the innocent device with an even greater speed and force.
"There sent. Now they can't complain about me not doing my job properly." The strangely dressed girl looked for the first time in my direction and added, "Look at the lucky you, not only do you have this beautiful young girl handle your soul, you even get to be reborn as a golden dragon."
The girl I would not call beautiful myself, bent town and patted me. "Grow up to be a strong dragon and maybe one day you can help me with my mo.... you don't look like an egg....."
I could see the girl's expression change into shock and terror unknown to mortal man. "....It can't be....WHY!??!! WHY ARE YOU THERE??!!!"
The teenage girl started pacing from place to place until " AH! I know!"
She chanted something in a language unknown to me and quickly a small parchment appeared in her hand. As I was using a spell to see about, I had no issue of reading what was written there.
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Name: Trevor Dubois
Sex: M
Soul Grade: SS
Karma: Good
Cause of death: Natural Causes
Approved for rebirth: Yes
Species of rebirth: Golden Dragon
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She did not spend much time before starting another chant. This time a standard looking HB pencil formed in her free hand.
The teenage girl used the summoned magic tool one can buy at any corner store, to erase the words "Golden Dragon" and wrote something in their place before causing the two items to disappear.
I could see she was content with her quick thinking as she left as well, leaving only the words "Now I won't get into trouble and you get to live for a long time. Everyone is happy in the end. I did a good job, Yep, job well done, nothing to complain about at ALL."
"...." I was lost for words, why oh why did she write that out of all the possibilities.
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Name: Trevor Dubois
Sex: M
Soul Grade: SS
Karma: Good
Cause of death: Natural Causes
Approved for rebirth: Yes
Species of rebirth: Overweight pebble
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'Why 'overweight'? Why not 'oversized' or simply 'large'? Did pebbles even have an ideal wait? Would my new life start with a diet???' Were the thoughts that rushed my soul's mind.