CHAPTER 1: 

The world around Eryan spun as his eyes fluttered open, the sudden rush of information almost overwhelmed him. His head throbbed in pain, a sharp reminder of the fall he had just experienced. He tried to push himself up but found his body weak, unable to hold his own weight. The floor beneath him felt unfamiliar—smooth and cool, not the rough the concrete he was accustomed to.

Confusion clouded his thoughts, as his senses slowly began to adjust. He had fallen down the stairs—how? His mind was fuzzy, struggling to piece together what had just happened. But something else, something deeper, was awakening within him. Memories—old memories—began to surface, like distant echoes from a time long passed.

He reached up and touched his forehead, feeling the faint bruising from the fall, but as his fingers brushed his skin with pain a new realization hit him.

This wasn’t just the world he knew. This wasn’t the life he had lived. No… this wasn’t his life at all.

A strange hum, began to pulse in his mind. It was as if something ancient and powerful had unlocked within him. A sudden surge of wisdom seemed to course through his being. His past life, memories from a different world, flooded back in a chaotic torrent.

He remembered Earth—the life he had once lived. His name had been Eryan, but his existence had been completely different. He had been an ordinary person, working, studying, struggling through the motions of life. A simple life. Until it ended—abruptly, without warning. A tragic accident. Darkness. And then, rebirth.

Now, he was here—back in a new world, inhabiting the body of a young child, only five years old. A child with a father who was known as one of the best hunters in the village—a well respected figure among his peers. Eryan’s father, though skilled, was not extraordinary warrior. He was just… a man, and Eryan had no clear memory of him, but he now understood this was his father.

The wisdom from his past life hadn’t taken over the previous owner’s soul—no, it had merely opened up his own innate understanding, unlocking the potential he’d carried from his past existence. His mind, once simple, was now brimming with knowledge and insight that didn’t belong to a five-year-old. His understanding of the world around him was clear, as though he had lived decades more than his body’s age suggested.

As he lay there on the floor, the memories of his fall slowly came into focus. He had tripped on the stairs, likely due to his own uncoordinated movements—too much energy and not enough control over his tiny, developing body. The pain in his head and the bruises on his limbs were reminders of the fragility of this new life, and yet, he couldn’t shake the certainty that this body would grow quickly. Time would pass, and he would grow stronger.

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But for now, he was a child, and no one knew the truth. No one knew that this boy, this innocent five-year-old, had lived before. No one would understand the wisdom behind his eyes, the subtle confidence in his gaze. His parents, his father, believed him to be the same child they had raised from birth—a simple boy, eager to learn, full of potential, but unaware of the strangeness he carried.

Eryan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his swirling thoughts. His past life, his memories, were distant but so vivid. The life he had lived on Earth now felt like a dream. But in this world, where time moved differently, where his body was young again, the weight of those memories was both a blessing and a curse. He had the knowledge and wisdom of someone far older than his years, and yet, he had to pretend to be a mere child.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside—his mother, a kind and gentle woman who seemed unaware of the battle raging in Eryan’s mind. She knelt beside him, her expression one of concern.

“Eryan, you’ve fallen. Are you alright?” Her voice was soothing, but there was a trace of worry in her tone.

Eryan blinked up at her, nodding slightly, his eyes wide with an innocence he didn’t quite feel. “I’m fine, Mama,” he said softly, his voice clear but carrying a wisdom that seemed out of place for a child his age.

His mother smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You’re a strong boy. But be careful next time, alright? Your father will be upset if you hurt yourself.”

Eryan nodded again, though his mind was far away. His father—yes, his father would be upset. The man who was considered one of the best hunters in the village. Eryan didn’t remember much about him, not yet. He had to live in this world, in this body, pretending to be the boy they all thought he was. He couldn’t let them know the truth—at least, not yet.

“I will, Mama,” he replied softly, his voice betraying nothing of the depths of his awareness.

His mother helped him to his feet, supporting his small frame. As she led him back to his room, Eryan couldn’t help but wonder how long he would need to keep up the charade. How long could he pretend to be a normal boy when everything inside him screamed for more. But for now, he would have to keep it hidden, locked away behind the façade of a child.

But one thing was clear—he would grow. He would train. And when the time comes, he would use his power. He would n’t remain. just a simple boy. He will become something far greater, and his destiny would be shaped by the wisdom of his past life.

For now, though, he would play the role of a child. And no one would ever know that Eryan Thorne was more than just the son of a village hunter. He was someone far older, far wiser—and perhaps, in time, far more dangerous.