If I describe all the reincarnated lives I’ve lived already, individually I would call them cliché; but all of them together in a summary, then it would be an endlessly ongoing path. Although the road is almost the same most of the way, the crossroads available vary and taking the same paths on those crosses doesn’t guarantee the same scenery. Frankly, I grew bored of keeping track of the endless possibilities after the 345157th reincarnation… and it has been a very long time since that time.

Happiness, sadness, bliss, tragedies, nostalgia, madness, insanity, lethargy, anxiety, and all those emotion associated with sentient lives; I’ve experienced them all. It’s really a wonder how I’ve kept my sanity all this time… Though depending on your point of view, I would also be considered already insane since my first life, the oldest iteration of myself just before my first reincarnation.

I’ve met similar existences as myself, and a good lot of them were already broken beyond repair. Most of them immediately asked me to end them after learning that I could permanently erase memories of the soul. Ironically enough, no matter how clean I turn their souls into, they always end up becoming similar to their past iterations.

For this particular reincarnation, I walk as Servo Eonia. Amongst those who go beyond death, I am widely known as the “Eternal Contradiction”

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This world is known as Grefon: a super-sized habitable planet with 4 times the diameter of Earth and has three moons. Located on a habitable zone of a mid-sized yellow star the residents of this planet call Apolle, on some unnamed galaxy on a modified 3rd dimensional universe that doesn’t have a name of its own yet; I was born some twelve years and some months ago in the Empire of Tresola, conveniently located the center of a large temperate continent called Y’ster on a seriously large valley plain surrounded by the a thick horizontal oval-shaped Kretore Mountain range that only has decent land access on the south eastern and western portions.

The planet of Grefon has three humanly habitable super-continents. On the world map: Y’ster on the 10 o’clock position. Birneyto on the 3 o’clock, and Transvelia on the 7 o’clock sides of the map. Uninhabitable continents include the mana-irradiated Helione located at the center of the world map, Wandelia the newly-forming smaller molten rock and and volcano-infested continent south-east of Helion, and the literally magically frozen northern ice continent of Artica. Everywhere else on the map is either undiscovered minor islands or just plain oceans with the occasional monster-infested areas.

Racial discrimination doesn’t really have a place in this world since nobody on this rock can be classified into any individual race, since the biology of this world’s sentient beings have a human base at birth, then traits of the ‘other races’ start to become prominent from the age 7 and finalizes at late-adolescence. Research has proven that this ‘maturation phase’ is purely based on the mental influences of the person him/herself. Even with identical genes and living environment, it has been proven that the developed traits on individuals will have differences if not totally different.

Interestingly, this world has an actual deity who’s the center of this world’s single religion. I guess having an actual physical immortal god, or goddess for this matter, present solves most religious issues that usually plague the numerous worlds. Surprising fact is that the religion of this world, the Church of Isolde, isn’t brainwashing the normal citizenry, and is actually quite decent compared to other religions established by mortals on other planes. Note to self: Visit the local deity when appropriate. The Isoldian theocracy has country-sized territories on all three continents that manage the religious purposes on each continent.

Politics on the other hand is quite varied on each continent. Here in Y’ster, three countries are allied under the Empire of Tresola, while other major and minor countries are either in dubious alliances or are individuals. War is a thing, but nobody dares to do anything too drastic that would condemn them, lest they want to get smitten by the Church of Isolde. The same could be said on Birneyto and Transvelia, but Birneyto has it worst due to the local warlords vying for supremacy while Transvelia is more focused on fine arts and culture where war is rather done on the negotiation table than hitting each other with deadly weapons.

On the rankings of magical and scientific technologies, Y’ster is first on both, Transvelia behind only by a year or two due to their cultural affability, while Birneyto staggers by at least 10 years worth of technology outside their military.

As for myself, I am borne on the first month of the year 5592 I.Y. between my military-careered straight-laced father, Sven Eonia, and my researcher mother, Euphemia Eonia. My father’s appearance was that of a 6ft tall, slim but toned black haired and eyed oni, while my mother’s was of a 54 inch blonde and golden-eyed elven beauty. While I’m pretty sure my father is around the age of 31 when I was born, my mother’s true age is definitely not 16 as her appearance betrays as she exudes that ageless feeling I’m oh so used to.

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During this life’s infancy, I was severely questioning the preferences of my parents as they kept going at it like rabbits in rut whenever I wasn’t directly in their presence. Thanks to that, I have a little sister less than a year younger than me named Altina born at the end of the year 5592. A little sister who’s on the same school year as I am, hmm… where have I heard that from?...

For my standard reincarnating procedures, I will put a perfect façade of an average child till an appropriate time. My childhood goals include giving my little sister a good upbringing; make childhood friends while molding them into amiable personalities, if possible hide in their shadow of popularity while acting as the dependable, intelligent, and mature person. If possible, not engage in possibly romantic relationships unless it results from my hands being forced to act personally. Maintain amiable relations towards everyone else. Forge a strong body, mind, and magic while drawing attention away from myself. Lastly, while taking advantage of everything above, gather information about anything and everything important.

All of those were perfectly doable until the age of 7 where everyone would undergo maturation. Luckily, the major evolutions to my person would only sprout around the age of 12, like everyone else, and only developed 2 different magic eyes, and very potent pathways for mana and ki; both easily concealable with my extensive magical knowledge and mastery.

It was a good thing that the heterochromacy caused by my eyes weren’t unique in this world. To any lay-person that see me would only see as a calm and collected child with hints of good looks, stylish neatly-kept black hair that reaches my ears and eyebrows, and differently-colored eyes; the right colored dark purple, while liquid gold on the left. I use light refraction magic (not illusion magic since they’re easy to detect and dispel) to hide the black gothic clockwork on my left eye. While I was expecting the purple eye and is very familiar of its functions, the golden clockwork is something this world’s deity gave me. I’ll have to consult her on the ceremony all 12 year olds go through.

Yet even my extensive life experiences and perfected art of ‘hiding a tree in a forest’ could not save me from this world’s causality nor from my own beyond-death habits on that particular day.

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“Is your mother ready yet?” asked my father for the unknown’th time while nervously drinking the black tea I served him. Father, my sister, and I, are currently waiting for mother to finish dressing herself in the living room. While my father is obviously skittish despite his war veterancy, my little sister is intently staring with her steel blue eyes at her mobile gaming console(which is pretty popular to everyone, young or old) while using it as a mirror to fix her long calculatedly unkempt silky black hair.

Today is the so called ‘Graduation day’ for the elementary 6th grade of Tresola Royal Academy. The event also doubles as a presentation of the child to the goddess Isolde, and the granting of ‘Ark’s to the individuals in question. This has been a tradition to all countries who believe in her faith, or so I’ve been told.

These ‘Ark’s symbolizes the covenant between mortal and goddess in a form that adapts to the mortal user and confirms their belief to Isolde… is what the official statement is, but this ‘Ark’ is actually a soul-mirroring device. Sure, it can hold blessings and stuff from the goddess who supposedly gives out these devices, but anything you do with it after the granting is up to the user. If I heard right, they call it corruption when your Ark reflects the evil within, but I’m pretty sure those high up on the political and military ladder knows the real issue.

As my mother, now dressed in a low-cut dress that totally doesn’t adhere to her physical age or her petite physique, comes ramping down the staircase, my little sister glances at her shortly, throws a defeated sigh at me, and returns her attention to her game. Father on the other hand, drops his cup of tea with his mouth and eyes wide agape. I prevent the spilling accident with some well-placed telekinesis while thinking of ways to convince my immodest petite mother to become acceptably modest.

“Mother… at least a shawl… please, for father’s and everyone else’s sanity, please wear a shawl…” I plead in order to prevent mishaps on this supposedly important day.

“Fufufufu, of course dear, of course.” She replies as she throws an arduous glance to father who has yet to regain his composure. I can sense Altina rolling her eyes in disdain. I can only smile wryly and hold back a ‘get a room’ comment.

As our morning scuffle end, we head towards the academy for the graduation ceremony.

[Author's Footnote: I will PR and edit every few chapters, so I'll definitely put in future chapters when I last edited previous chapters.]