The story is of Viktor, in his past life as Arjun, he was counting his last breaths on earth, while laying on the deathbed cursing his misfortune, unaware that he was about to get a second chance at life, a do-over in another world, a chance at happ...
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Arjun found himself in a state of profound confusion. For all of his thirty-four Earth years as a billionaire businessman, he had commanded respect and authority, navigating the world with an iron fist and a heart cloaked in solitude. But now, he was merely a newborn baby boy, swaddled in coarse fabric, his body small, fragile, and utterly helpless.
The world around him was a cacophony of strange sounds and sights. Above him, a ceiling of thatched wood seemed to sway ominously. The scents wafting through the air were unfamiliar: the sharp tang of metal, the earthy aroma of damp hay, and something sweet lingering far off. As he craned his neck, which felt heavier than any weight he had ever lifted, he caught glimpses of shadows moving—a blurry parade of faces that had yet to settle into a familiar form.
His little heart raced. Where was he? A faint pull of memories danced at the edge of his consciousness, memories that didn't belong to this infant frame. He needed help. For the first time in his life, he felt the gentle squeeze of despair.
He let out a soft whimper, but it drew attention, albeit not of the kind he hoped. From the shadows emerged a creature that made his infantile mind shudder. A goblin, its greenish skin shimmering under the dim light, approached him with wide, hungry eyes. Fear gripped Arjun like a vice. Crying out was instinctive, his tiny voice heightened in pitch, bringing a torrent of anguish he never knew he could feel.
Just as the goblin reached out with clawed hands, a heroic figure burst into the small room. An adventurer clad in gleaming armor rammed his shield against the goblin, the noise ringing out like thunder amidst the stillness. "Nina, we have the little one here! Hurry!" he yelled, urgency woven into his voice.
With a heart trained for battle, he was swifter than the goblin could move, sweeping it aside as he rushed to Arjun. His instincts now roared as he instinctively slithered away from the danger, longing for safety in this strange yet terrifying world.
And soon, the adventurer's counterpart arrived. Nina was everything the tales of warriors spoke about: a beautiful blonde-haired woman with piercing blue eyes and a fierce intensity that radiated with kindness. She moved with purpose, wrapping her delicate arms around the trembling infant with gentle authority.
"There, there," she cooed, her soothing voice flickering like a calming candle amidst the storm. "It's okay. Everything is going to be fine now. You don't have to cry."
Nina's touch felt like a balm upon Arjun's tiny soul. The motherly warmth enveloping him was foreign yet deeply familiar, evoking an aching need buried deep within him.
Feeling her warmth coursing through him, Arjun's eyelids grew heavy. For the first time, he sensed something profound—a sense of belonging he had longed for yet never achieved. In a moment that felt like pure magic, he surrendered to the comfort of Nina's arms.
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