The story of a man named Satsuriku Tenshi who was chosen to be sent in another world which was heavily influenced by the gods of light and darkness. A man who loses his hope and lives a hopeless life gets chosen for greater good.
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The first few years of life are often a haze, but for Argus, every second of his rebirth was vivid. as if his awareness had sharpened. With that keen awareness, however, came echoes of a past he could never entirely escape. Memories—fragmented but powerful—lingered in his mind: a world bathed in harsh lights, a life filled with weariness, and a single act of sacrifice. But he chose not to dwell on the fragments. Now, he had a family—a world waiting to be discovered.
The first time he opened his eyes in this new world, he found himself looking up at two faces, soft and warm against the morning sun. His parents, Kaelen and Elysia, looked at him with a mixture of pride and wonder.
"Look at him, Kaelen," Elysia whispered, her voice a melody that filled the small room with warmth. She cradled Argus gently, her fingers brushing over his cheek. “Such intense eyes… it’s like he’s seeing everything for the first time.”
“He’ll grow strong,” Kaelen replied, his voice low and calm. “Just look at him, already so alert. He’ll be a fighter.”
Those words, spoken in a hushed tone, struck something within Argus. He had no words to respond, only a heartbeat that felt steady and determined. He could sense the power in his father—the careful balance between strength and gentleness in the way Kaelen held him.
Their home became Argus's entire world, and it was filled with simple yet profound moments that helped him begin anew. Kaelen, his father, was a skilled hunter with a quiet strength. He spent his days tracking through dense forests, always ensuring their small family had enough to eat. spent long days hunting and gathering, his skills with a bow and swords were amazing like a real warrior.
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Elysia, his mother, was his constant comfort. She would hum to him as she tended to their small garden, her laughter bubbling up as she recounted tales and sang old songs. Although she couldn’t wield magic herself, she never seemed to mind. She relied on Kaelen’s abilities to light the fire or effortlessly move heavy objects. Together, they created a sanctuary that radiated love, where Argus never felt lacking in anything. Their cottage, tucked just beyond the village, may not have been grand, but to him, it felt like a palace.
As she tucked him into bed, Argus gazed up at her, captivated by her voice. "Sweet dreams, little one," she whispered, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. He watched her, feeling a swell of something he hadn’t known in his past life—a quiet, unassuming peace.
As the years rolled by, time seemed to fly, and with each passing day, Argus became more fascinated by the world around him. Magic flowed through the air like an unseen current, woven into the very fabric of existence.
