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...
The sun had begun to set over Valfonia Town, bathing the cobblestone streets and timber-framed buildings in a warm golden hue. The bustling sounds of merchants closing their stalls faded into the distance, replaced by the more inviting hum of chatter and laughter emanating from the Rapid River Tavern. This large establishment was not just a haven for weary adventurers but also a place where stories intermixed, fortunes swapped, and bonds forged.
Inside the tavern, the crackling fire cast playful shadows on the walls, and the rich scent of roasted meat wafted through the air, mingling with the distant melody of a bard strumming a lute. As the A-rank adventurers of The Guardians of Vianden settled into their respective rooms to unwind after a long day of quests and battles, a small figure stirred in the corner of the common room.
The otherworlder, dismissed as merely a baby, opened his eyes for the first time, gazing curiously at the wooden beams overhead. His last memories felt like fragments of a distant past, a life filled with luxury, fame, betrayal and a bittersweet love he had lost. Somewhere along the lines of reincarnation, he had become a newborn boy in a world brimming with magic and peril. He blinked once, then again, struggling to comprehend the environment spinning around him with a sense of wonder and confusion. The taste of magic lingered in the air, and he could sense energies pulsing and shifting just beyond his grasp.
His new reality began settling in; he was no longer a billionaire businessman but a small boy, an otherworlder—a mere child, in a place that was not his own. He could feel the urgency to understand the people around him. Tenacious memories of his past life emerged, but they felt like dreams that slipped away before he could truly grasp them.
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The otherworlder, a mere infant in this new world, lay nestled in a sturdy wooden cradle, unaware of his former life's grandeur and tragedy. Yet, even in his slumbering state, remnants of memories began to flicker in his mind. His prior existence surged back like a tide. A silent voice echoed within him, Fifteen days ago, I was living my best life. Well, that's what I thought, until my business partner Jerry betrayed me and the company, taking everything away. Then a week later, the one I loved—the one I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with—would leave me for dead. Just like that, my life was over. Well, that's what I thought until I opened my eyes sixteen hours ago to find myself in an unfamiliar world.
The warmth and comfort of the cradle faded, and the otherworlder subtly blinked his bright brown eyes open, taking in the bedroom around him. He felt a sense of peace that he hadn't known for years. Perhaps this was a second chance—a do-over, a thought echoed through him like an incantation. As a baby, in a fantasy world unlike anything I've ever imagined.
As he observed the room, the heroes of this world moved gracefully. They were known as The Guardians of Vianden, a prestigious group of adventurers who had found him when he lay abandoned in an empty home. Their warm smiles and gentle affection pulled him from his lingering nightmares.
