When I woke up, my surroundings were pulsing with otherworldly energy. It was different from the glowing orbs I had once glimpsed in the starry sky, but the radiant details were similar. One of those irrelevant details was that I seemed to have reincarnated in a new form. Perhaps pushing that group of friends out of the way and taking their place in front of the moving truck was the key that opened the door to rebirth, but at this point, it didn't matter. At this time, I, who was once a normal high school student, was now merely a several-month-old baby.

The most striking and disconcerting thing was the language that was spoken around me, which seemed to belong to a civilization that resembled ancient Babylon. In addition to this, that unpleasant feeling that some snake-like insect was running through my veins and navigating my blood was another striking problem. But my surroundings glowed strangely, much like running through a burning hell.

My name is Yuto, by the way. I used to be a complicated teenager in the sense that a person would normally describe a teenager as such. My parents belonged to the normal working class, but let's say that their efforts were so great and arduous that we lived in a mansion, had more than five vehicles, servants on each floor, personal cooks, gardeners, cleaners, drivers, and general assistants for each of our family members residing in Japan. Despite all this, my parents always struggled, and they always loved me.

But I hated them.

As my brothers indulged in their wealth, with gold necklaces adorning their necks, wives, children, homes, land, and bank accounts filled with money from foreign countries, I felt as if I would have ended my life if I had been in their shoes. However, I was lucky to possess exceptional intelligence that prompted me to explore beyond conventional limits. As I entered my teens, my fascination with death, violence, and agony grew but eventually lost its appeal. My focus shifted to the personal challenge of pushing my body to the limit and exploring the edge of mortality. Thus began my grueling physical training, full of obstacles that I overcame with a simple desire to test the limits of my body.

But it seemed that now that training was a test imposed by fate itself. As time passed in this new world, I realized that those star-like orbs were magic, and my ability to detect and harness the magical energies that ran through every place in space I was in was due to my regimented training before dying. My familiarity with this energy was such that breathing and manipulating magic were equally difficult tasks. At this point, I could be sure that if it hadn't been for my intelligence, none of this would be possible.

But it wasn't just my magical abilities that benefited from my discipline and dedication. Through my tireless effort, I had taken my fitness to new heights of strength and endurance. I have witnessed as a believer that physical strength can be achieved through torturous training and unwavering commitment. I didn't even have to think about it, because the natural consideration to use and take advantage of my position as a baby to invest every ounce of free time in my training was a biological obligation of my body and mind.

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Unfortunately, amid my internal monologue about my outstanding abilities, I am abruptly interrupted by a sudden urge to relieve myself. I had momentarily forgotten that I was a human baby, and as such, I can't control my bowels. I would say that my pride and values prevent me from doing it, but I am ill-gotten scum with no empathy or love, so I listened carefully to the plea of my instinct and let it out. But with the same physical strength I'd honed through days and nights of tireless training, I forced my anal sphincter to contract, buying myself some time to find a suitable spot to relieve myself.

But it seemed that fate was not on my side, because the moment I turned onto my stomach, I could feel a sharp and intense pain that went through my body. My cry for help echoes through the halls, a piercing and urgent cry for help. But even in this sudden agony, I am reminded of the immense benefits my training has bestowed on me. Because it is only through the unwavering pursuit of discipline and strength that we can hope to overcome the challenges and obstacles that life throws our way. And while my current situation may be difficult, I am confident that my training has prepared me to face it with courage and resiliency.

Some thirteen years have passed since the fateful day when the secrets of magic were first revealed to me. Even now, the thrill of wielding such power is palpable, for with it, I can perform tasks that would be impossible for the human body alone. The sheer strength required to tear a hole in the ground or match the speed with which lightning descends from the heavens is nothing compared to the natural grace of my movements when backed by magic. And yet, for all its magnificence, one challenge remains that still eludes me: the modernity of my past.

It is true that magic has endowed me with greater physical resistance, allowing me to withstand attacks that would knock down even the toughest warrior. However, modernity is not a mere weapon, but a destructive force that is unrivaled by any other known to man. The mere thought of facing him fills me with foreboding, as he represents a level of power that is almost inconceivable.

However, I cannot simply give up on this quest, as to do so would betray the very essence of magic. To avoid a challenge simply because it seems insurmountable is to deny the very nature of what it means to be a practitioner of magic. No, I must continue honing my skills, pushing myself to the limit of my abilities, so that one day I can be ready to face any threat, no matter how formidable...

And yet, even as I contemplate the challenges ahead, I can't help but wonder if such a goal is worth pursuing. After all, it is just a weapon, created by mortals for destruction. Is it worth risking everything to overcome something that ultimately has no higher purpose?

But then the thought I had when I first understood magic comes back to me:

"The true power of magic lies not in what I can do, but in what it inspires me to do."

And so I continue on my quest, not because I seek to prove myself or achieve some small victory, but because I believe that by doing so, I am fulfilling the very essence of what it means to be a practitioner of magic.