the beginning after the end perfect duo

Reborn Into Another World

I was floating in darkness, weightless and silent, the kind of empty void that feels suffocating but oddly peaceful. There was no sound, no sensation. Just me, alone in a vast, infinite space. The stillness was both unsettling and strangely comforting, as if time had forgotten me. But then, in the distance, a faint light appeared—just a speck at first, but it grew closer with every passing moment. It wasn't an overwhelming brightness, but a soft, almost gentle glow that pulled me in, like a warm hand guiding me through the darkness.

As the light came closer, I began to regain awareness of my body. Was this... a dream? No, it couldn't be. I had been asleep, but this didn't feel like the normal disorienting haze of waking up from a deep slumber. It felt more real, more tangible.

The light, though faint, was growing clearer, sharper—until I could make out the shapes around it. There were voices, too, echoing softly in the distance. Words I couldn't fully understand, but they seemed familiar.

"Congratulations, Miss Leywin. You have two healthy children."

The words pierced through my confusion, and I felt my heart race. The name struck a chord deep inside me. Miss Leywin? I knew that name—how could I not? Alice Leywin. Was this... was this the world?

It clicked. Like a missing puzzle piece falling into place. The stories, the characters, the world I had read about in novels... Was I really in The Beginning After The End?

Suddenly, a thought hit me—Am I one of the Leywin children? The thought felt absurd at first. How could it be? But the more I thought about it, the more everything seemed to align. The voices, the setting, the feeling of a new, unfamiliar body—it had to be real.

I took a slow, steadying breath as I processed what this meant. If I was indeed in this world, then I had already lived through the events of the story. Arthur Leywin. I remembered him clearly. I remembered the battles he fought, the decisions he made... and the sacrifices. And I was supposed to be his twin brother.

Wait, I was supposed to be Arthur's twin? It felt unreal. I had memories of my old life, of school and mundane things—but this new reality, this strange, magical world, felt like it belonged to someone else.

I shifted my focus, attempting to take stock of myself. My body was different, smaller than I remembered. My clothes—familiar, simple attire—told me that I had been reincarnated as a child. But was I a child in a different world, or was this truly a new start for me?

I stretched out my hand, inspecting it. There were traces of mana, just beneath the surface of my skin. The aura, the subtle flow of energy that could be felt but not seen, was there—just as it had been in the stories. But my mana felt... different. It was faint, barely a whisper, like the first flickers of a flame yet to catch. Was I already attuned to magic?

I had no idea what to expect. What was my purpose here? Was I meant to be an observer of Arthur's life? Or did I have a role to play? I had no answers yet.

The thought of my past life crossed my mind, but I quickly pushed it aside. I needed to focus on this new reality, on what I could control here. There was no point in obsessing over past lives. There was only now.

A soft pressure, almost like a breath, whispered across my mind, and with it came the next realization: I had to get stronger. This was no ordinary world. Magic was everywhere, a force of nature that could be wielded by those with the skill and will to use it. If I was truly Arthur's brother, then the only way to survive—and to make sure history didn't repeat itself—was to become powerful, fast.

But how to do that? The steps were simple, almost instinctual. I needed to build my mana core. I remembered the basics, from the knowledge of the world I had gained—meditation, channeling, focusing on the internal flow of mana. The process was clear in my mind, even if my body was still uncoordinated.