His eyes slowly flutter open—not to the ground, not to fire, not to the world he just left. Everything around him is white. Endless, pure white. The air feels... unreal. Weightless. Timeless.
In front of him stands a beautiful woman, seated calmly on an ornate white sofa that seemingly floats in this space. Her eyes glow faintly, her presence too perfect to be human.
"You died, child. But don't be afraid. You're not in Hell... not yet."
She tilts her head with a gentle smile, as if amused.
"I am the goddess who brought you here."
"...Goddess?"
As the word leaves his mouth, something feels… wrong. His voice sounds distant, hollow, echoing strangely—as if it's not coming from a mouth at all. He tries to move, but there's no weight, no limbs, no heartbeat.
Then he looks down—only to realize… there's no body.
Floating where he should be standing is a glowing orb, faintly pulsing with light. A soul. His soul.
"W-What the hell...? I—I'm not… me? This isn't my body… I'm just… this?"
The realization hits like thunder. He's not human anymore. Not even alive. Just a spiritual fragment suspended in this blinding white void.
The goddess, still seated on the sofa, watches him with an unreadable smile—unbothered, as if she's seen this a thousand times.
"Oh? You noticed. Yes… your human body was left behind. Crushed. Broken. Dead."
Her tone sharpens slightly.
"This is your soul's true form. Pure. Raw. And untouched by the chains of flesh."
"...Why? Why am I like this? I didn't ask for this!''
His voice shakes—not from fear, but something deeper. A pain he doesn't understand.
His glow flickers violently, as if his soul itself is trembling. Rage. Confusion. Sorrow. All compressed into a single, flickering light.
"You will understand, in time. That pain… will become your greatest weapon. And your curse."
"What do you mean… 'curse'?! What the hell are you talking about?!"
The soul flickers again, more violently. The calm of the white world cracks slightly as if responding to his fury. The goddess remains still, her eyes filled with an unsettling serenity.
"You suffered more than any soul should have. Abandoned by those who should have loved you. Betrayed. Beaten. Killed."
She closes her eyes for a moment, voice almost mournful.
"I saw it all. And this world… is my gift to you. For surviving it."
"A gift?! You call this a gift?! I didn't want this! I told you—leave me alone!"
The soul pulses like a dying star—wild and unstable.
"I never asked for another life! Not your pity. Not your blessing. Just leave me the hell alone!"
"...Trust me. This time… everything will be alright."
The white space begins to ripple, and the goddess raises her hand. A soft, golden symbol glows behind her like a divine seal. It hums with quiet power.
"And this time, my blessing will be with you. You may not want it now… but you'll need it. More than you know."
"...Fine."
His voice is low, quiet. Not from peace — but exhaustion. He's tired of fighting, tired of feeling.
"If this is all I've got left… I'll take it. But don't expect me to thank you."
The goddess smiles — not with joy, but with something deeper… relief, maybe. Or sadness.
"Then it's decided. From this moment forward, your soul belongs to another world. But you won't go empty-handed."
She raises her hand again, this time pointing toward his flickering soul.
"I've granted you a skill.
"...Why would you give me anything?"
"Because everyone in this world have power like this"
A faint golden sigil forms above the spirit, rotating slowly. Light pulses as her voice continues.
Your primary skill is called Echoes of the Forgotten. It allows you to hear past events in specific locations—whispers left behind by time itself. As you grow stronger, this ability will evolve. You will begin to see the past... as if walking through shadows of history."
The spirit light trembles faintly. Curious… but cautious.
"Your secondary skill... is Void Reclaim ''Void… Reclaim?''
"A rare gift. A dangerous curse.
If you activate this ability in time, you can absorb the skill of anyone who attacks you.
When you do... that enemy will never be able to use that skill again or create it.
And the skill you take? It will evolve. Grow stronger than it ever was."
The flickering soul stirs with sudden interest... and fear.
"But beware—this power has a cost.
If the enemy's skill is too powerful…
If your body and soul cannot handle it…
It will destroy you from the inside."
Her voice lingers in the air, heavy with warning. This is not a path of peace. This is a path of blades, fire… and impossible growth.
"To use this gift, you must grow stronger than the skills you steal.
You must earn the strength to survive them."
"Wait… I still don't get it. You're saying these powers are mine, but—what exactly am I supposed to—"
"That's all the time we have. You'll understand the rest… eventually."
"Wait! No—hold on! At least tell me how to control them!"
Before he can finish his sentence, the space around him begins to distort. The soft white light fractures like broken glass, and a swirling vortex of color erupts beneath him. His spiritual form trembles as he's pulled downward—dragged into the unknown.
''Live...and be happy.''
In a flash of binding light, he's gone.
The void he leave behind falls silent.
A soft breeze brushes against his skin.
Warmth.
For the first time in what feels like forever, he feels...warm.
The boy's eyes flutter open. The blinding white of the divine realm is gone, replaced by a soft glow — sunlight filtering through green leaves above. Birds chirp faintly in the distance, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air.
He's no longer a spirit. He's... a baby.
"...What is this place? Did she really… reincarnate me?"
A pair of gentle hands lift him up. A woman with soft eyes and long, dark hair purple eyes cradles him lovingly against her chest. Her touch is warm — real. Beside her, a man with kind features smiles, eyes shimmering with joy and tears his hairs were silver.
"He's beautiful…right selene''
Yes caden he's "Our little miracle."
This warmth… this love… It feels real. Too real.
He doesn't cry. He simply stares — quiet, cautious.
Because even in this peaceful moment, the weight of his past life lingers behind his new eyes. The pain. The hatred. The memories.
And somewhere, deep inside him… the skills slumber.
But here, in this moment, his new parents smile at him, filled with hope for the future.
"Selene... Look at him. His eyes... are purple they're just like yours. "
He leans in closer, gently touching baby forehead, his voice full of warmth and admiration.
"And his hair... are silver It's just like yours, Caden."
She looks down at baby, her fingers lightly brushing his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Leo… Yes, Leo Vallis."
For a brief moment, Leo's heart skips a beat. The name "Leo Vallis" feels like it belongs to him, like it's his identity, his second chance at life. But deep inside, something stirs — the slumbering darkness of his past life, the knowledge that things may never be as simple as they seem. Time moves forward. The world around Leo shifts as days blend into months, and the warmth of his new family becomes a steady, comforting presence in his life. He grows, both physically and mentally, though the shadow of his past never fully fades.
Leo learns quickly that in this world, everyone has a skill — a unique power that sets them apart, something they're born with, something that defines their existence.
Skills... Everyone in this world has one. I need to understand mine, but... how do I even begin?
Leo's days are filled with discovery. His father, is a formidable swordsman with a special affinity for Caden's fire abilities are impressive — he can summon flames that dance at his will, scorching anything in his path. But his second skill, that is something Leo has never seen before. Caden can enhance his physical strength to extraordinary levels, making him a force to be reckoned with.
Leo watches, captivated, as his father practices in the yard, effortlessly slicing through logs and boulders, his muscles rippling with each swing. But it's not just his swordsmanship that Leo admires — it's the sheer determination and confidence that radiates from Caden.
His mother, Selene, is different, but no less extraordinary. She has the ability to control Ice, using it to freeze anything she touches. Leo watches her conjure delicate sculptures of frost, her hands moving gracefully in the air as cold air swirls around her. But it's her second skill that fascinates Leo most: Healing.
With a mere touch, Selene can heal minor wounds, her fingers glowing a soft blue as they restore the skin to its unblemished state. Watching his mother care for others with such tenderness, Leo begins to understand the profound power in gentleness — something he never experienced in his past life Their skills... they're so natural, so effortless. Dad's fire magic,enhance strength and Mom's ice,healing both so powerful and graceful. But me? I don't even know the full extent of my skills yet. What if I can't control them? What if they're not enough?
That thought lingered day and night. It clung to him like a shadow — not in fear, but in hunger. A hunger to learn, to grow, to understand this new world he had been thrown into.
So he made a decision — a quiet one, known to no one but himself.
I will learn. I have to.
But there was a problem.
He couldn't read.
He couldn't write.
He couldn't even speak the language properly.