Lying from the ground made Olen uncomfortable, luckily it wasn’t too solid, or else his face would crumple like a donkey dong. Instead, he felt like he was in a sandy dune but cold. This left him with a question lingering in his mind, “Am I supposed to be reincarnated with a system?” he thought doubtfully.

Shrugging off the thoughts from his mind, Olen stood up from the ground and shove off the snow smudged around his white robe, trying to recall his own situation before everything that had just happened.

"This isn't right why I am here?" Olen mumbled.

"don't tell me, I succeeded from the trial and reincarnated again, wait... that wasn't a reincarnation, that felt like more like a graveyard where the souls reside and take their rest" Olen thought, with confusion flashing in his eyes.

'I have no time for this I have to make for a shelter'

As Olen surveyed the endless expanse of snow before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He brushed off the snow from his white robes, trying to recall how he had ended up in this barren wasteland. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

The freezing winds bit at his skin, reminding him of the bitter cold that engulfed him. Olen pulled his hands from the buried snow and used the weight of his body to stand up. He couldn't believe that he was feeling his hands and feet again, something he had not experienced in years since a sickness had robbed him of his body. The feeling was foreign and overwhelming, bringing tears to his eyes.

But something was calling to him, a premonition of a presence lurking behind the snow. He felt a pull towards something familiar, a sword that he had grown dependent on in the Gate of Souls. Without hesitation, Olen trudged through the snow, desperately searching for the sword. And then, he heard it - a dull thud. And there it was, lying in the snow before him. The sword gleamed in the edges of the snow, its corner outlined with silvery metal and a platinum plate embedded throughout the blade. And apart from its appearance, the guard of the sword caught his attention, a crystal as blue as the sky lodged in the center.

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Olen couldn't shake off the feeling that the sword was calling out to him, and without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the hilt tightly. He closed his eyes, waiting for a blue screen to pop up.

And moments later...

Heavy breaths

Whether it was a second or a minute, time seemed to stand still as Olen opened his eyes. The sight before him left a chill running down his spine and he exclaimed in disbelief, “What the hell is this?!” as he dropped to his knees in defeat.

Olen stood up and took a deep breath, accepting the reality before him. He surveyed the endless field of snow, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him as he considered his chances of survival with nothing but a sword and snow to his name.

But, determined to survive, Olen rose to his feet and trudged forward through the snow, not daring to look back. Eventually, he saw something that gave him a glimmer of hope, only for that hope to be swiftly replaced by a feeling of dread as he approached it.

It was a pillar, shrouded in fog and flickering with ominous lights. It seemed to be calling out to him.

[Come to me]

[Your fate lies here in this pillar]

[Only worthy of the sword can hold its bearer]

With a deep breath, Olen steeled himself and approached the pillar, despite his intuition warning him of the unknown ahead. He tightened his grip on his sword, and his steps were heavy with tension.

As he reached the pillar, he found an ancient stone column carved with arcane symbols, supported by a massive base stone. Above the pillar, a steep slate was carved with a slit in the middle, resembling the pointed tip of a sword.

"A sword in a stone... but I get to return the sword to its rightful place," Olen murmured.

[Awaken me]

With both hands, he grasped the sword and with a mighty heave, he struck it back into its rightful place with an unrelenting force.

Bang

Olen was pushed back by the force and pulled away from the pillar. He stood in awe as he watched the energy in the area suddenly swell up and the pillar burst into flame, reaching high into the sky and leaving behind a swarm of sparks that gave warmth and heat to the entire area.

In a flash, a blue shard of crystal emerged from the pillar and slowly took the form of a giant crystal that looked similar to the one lodged in his sword.

And without warning, his vision turned upside down as the sight of the crystal slowly faded away from his eyes.