A formless existence soared through the void. No body. No voice. No thought beyond direction. It moved through the ever-dark, the between-space, where neither stars nor matter lived. The silence was absolute, yet there was no fear. Only purpose, That is the void between world. An empty space between two universes, the place where gods draw their creation and where our story begans. A soft blue hue marked its ephemeral presence, a soul with no anchor, moving toward something greater. A light appeared in the distance. Distant at first. Then blinding. The soul raced forward and then, impact.
Warmth.
Weight.
Sound.
He became aware of it all at once. Where there was once nothingness, now there was pressure. He floated in fluid, cradled by pulsing flesh. A heartbeat thumped, distant and steady. The walls around him were soft, alive, shifting slightly with movement. . It took a moment before the thought formed. 'I'm in a womb.'
His mind sharpened rapidly, faster than a newborn should ever comprehend. His surroundings confirmed it, the liquid, the rhythm, the darkness, and most of all the umbilical cord tethered to his abdomen. That meant, 'I died,' he thought, or rather, remembered.
There was no pain, only the echo of violence, he had been hit with a bat. He held a brief movement of hate for the result, he just found out that his long time girlfriend was actually just pretending to be with him so that she and her real boyfriend could have a stable life. I found out about it, can you imagine spending your entire life for a women then finding out she was using you. Worse when he turned to leave, that was when his best friend who had been with him, hit him with the bat.
He couldn't believe that he died just like that, but the harsh truth was certain. His last life had ended and this was a beginning of his new one. As he examined his confines, he noticed something odd. He wasn't alone. At least three other small shapes stirred near him. Similar sizes. Similar pulses. 'There are others?' He tried to count, three… no, possibly more. The space was tight, but the rhythmic motions and warmth told him these were other unborn children. His siblings.
'Can our mother even survive this?' he wondered, but the question held no weight. He had no answers. 'Should I kill them?' he asked a moment later, 'It would be more beneficial to receive all of the love and wealth rather than sharing it'. However he banished this thoughts, as his rational side kicked in 'I don't care for something like wealth, he could achieve it on his own like the last life, plus killing them is more pain then gain' So he turned to the more important question, the one every soul like his, reborn into a new world, would naturally ask:
'Do I have a cheat?'
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the world shifted.
[System Initialization Complete.]
A voice. No, a message echoed directly into his mind. At once, a glowing purple screen appeared in the space of his consciousness. It was unlike anything he had seen in his past life. Four delicate flower petals bloomed at each corner of the translucent display, gently rotating like drifting paper in an unseen breeze.
[Dimensional Transfer: Successful]
[Welcome, Host]
[Gift Assigned: True Magic Eye]
Before he could even formulate a response, the system surged. A sudden influx of data surged into his undeveloped brain like a wave crashing into an empty shell. Information, raw, complex, divine.
'What's a True Magic Eye—'
He perceived light that did not yet exist. He sensed colors that he couldn't remember from his past life, swirling shades beyond the human spectrum, bending and he could see more of the Visial light spectrum than before. He could even see the infrared and ultravilolent.
And then, he saw it. Something like wind. But not air. It danced through the womb like mist under moonlight. Fluid. Glowing. Alive. Threads of multi-colored essence swirled and curved through the walls of flesh and around each unborn child like a stream of silk.
It was beautiful. He had no name for it, but he knew instinctively: this was magic. Or rather, the energy behind it. He reached out with his small, developing hand, not through strength, but with intent. The colored wind responded. It flowed toward him, drifting into his body with no resistance. He felt it settle into his chest, warm and dense, like drinking liquid light. His heart accepted it. His body accepted it.
And his eyes, the True Magic Eyes, interpreted it. Not just as a glowing phenomenon, but as a system of rules, a language of power. The flow of energy. The rotations. The frequencies. He didn't need training, he understood it intricly something like crying. But he couldn't use it. Not yet. The knowledge clicked into place. This world's system required individuals to awaken their magical affinity before they could control or shape mana.
'So I'll need to wait.' But the frustration was brief. If anything, this only deepened his determination. He had been given a power even the gods might envy, a vision that rivaled the mind's eye of prophets and the gaze of dragons. And this time, he would not let his life go to waste.
{Time Skip}
The night sky stretched endlessly above. Stars blinked in silence, scattered like diamond dust across an obsidian dome. A soft breeze rolled across the land, brushing through trees and high balcony railings of a grand estate far removed from the common folk.
A boy stood beneath that sky. His hair was strange, grayish in base tone, streaked naturally with golden and purple bangs that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. It grew back in a swept pattern, leaving a straight, regal hairline that framed his youthful face with eerie precision.
But his most striking feature was his eyes. Dark brown in base, but carved with a strange design: a seven-blade sunburst radiating outward from the pupil, each ray alternating between gold and purple, glowing faintly even in darkness. It was as if his pupil was the sun and the seven blades were it's wrath.
They were eyes that saw far more than the world would ever be ready for. He was the soul that was reincarnated the last time we saw him.The boy looked skyward. Silent. Still. Reminiscing. A decade had passed since his reincarnation, ten long years of watching, listening, studying. He had not spoken of the system.