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Restart: Chapter 2

Funny thing though… I simply can’t remember how my previous life was like. Let alone the moments attached to strong emotions, but even the simple ones. I only remember having done some things worth mentioning and some not so much.

The only moment I remember is the one where I get shot and die. I just can’t simply forget that part. I only have the feelings, yet the memories attached to them are gone.

Then… Why do I still remember that wretched day? Why do I still remember that murderous woman?

Questions with no answers.

Well… What happened is now in the past. Early in my new life, I had decided that I would not grovel about my past life, but would enjoy every bit of the pleasures my new world has to offer.

And it did offer many things I felt I didn’t enjoy back on earth.

First of all, let me inform you about my new planet.

It is called by its inhabitants as Doressea.

This world is filled with beautiful sceneries. It is divided into 5 continents, although two of them are just a long patch of icy lands. They are situated on the north and south of the planet respectively.

The inhabitants of this planet named those icy lands as Northern Ice and Southern Ice. Such simple names, no need to complicate things.

Wedged between the two icy lands lies the three great continents.

First, I am going to talk about the continent in which I have been reincarnated.

Uran… Uran is the name of the continent in live in. Uran is divided into four countries. The Kingdom of Asper situated in the north, Kingdom of Teskia in the east. Ebros in the south, land locking the Kingdom of Teskia between them and the Kingdom of Asper. And located at the tail end of the Uran continent is the Kingdom of Aclos.

I will tell you about the other two continents at a time when it is necessary.

I am a citizen of the Kingdom of Asper. My birth happened within a house which belonged to the class of lower Lordships. All the houses belonging to this class owned private estates and pieces of land. It was given to them by the Kingship. These class of lower lords supplied the Kingdom of Asper with strong soldiers fit to Command its army. Almost all of high ranking soldiers, commanders and generals belonged to this class.

My new father was a Royal General in the service of the Kingdom of Asper. The Royal Generals are responsible for Commanding a certain portion of regiments of the army.

The Kingdom of Asper has four Royal Generals. It has been since its creation and I suspect it will carry on until the end of this Kingdom.

Each of the four Royal Generals were responsible for each side of the Kingdom. My father was responsible for the defence of the southern borders.

There is another class who is a step above us. They were the Nobles whose job was mainly to supply the Kingdom with officials.

Above them is the royal family and his Kingship.

Below us were the common populace whose job was to churn our social and economic wheel.

We have a beautiful country, but it is not with blemishes. The lower lords are prohibited into wielding political power and the Nobles are prohibited to spread their influence within the army.

This is sort of a prevention method the Royal family enforces. Although the latest royal generations are very weak. They don’t have much control over the whole Kingdom. Only because the Kingdom of Asper is served by soldiers who are loyal to the Kingship that the royal family has kept their control.

We are in an ongoing conflict with both the Kingdom of Teskia and Ebros. It is a tripartite war that we are a part of since our creation.

The fact that many people within all the continents can conjure magic adds a certain beauty as well as destructive touch upon this world in which I live in.

Ohh… I forgot to mention. Each country follows certain individuals who call themselves God of this planet and other God like individuals also exist in other continents as well.

All in all… I am surrounded by greedy and worthless politicians and monarchy, selfless and loyal soldiers, mute and suffering common populace, Magic wielders, Gods and the breathtaking beauty of this planet.

What more can you ask from this life?

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Restart: Chapter 1

Do you believe in reincarnations?

I didn’t. All I cared about was to live my life the way I wanted. I believed that a person’s life should be free and one should strive to do things which they were never supposed to do. Acting upon that belief, I accomplished many things. Some worth mentioning and many… Let’s just say it was better not to flaunt about it in the open.

Were there things I wished I hadn’t done?

Certainly!

Were there things I wished I could have done or could have done some things better?

Absolutely!

Let me give you an example.

One day, while I was on my morning run like usual… I heard some sounds of scuffling happening behind some trees. The bushes were thick so I couldn’t see immediately what was happening. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked closer to the area to see what was going on. Now, this was the part I regret doing.

Treading softly and slowly on the path filled with dead leaves, I made my way towards the area where I thought the commotion was happening. It took a few solid minutes for me to reach the tree line. Once I was there, I crouched and started to part the bushes slowly.

Although I failed to navigate through the bushes quietly, I was sure that the noise produced were not of any real concern. I was finally able to part the bushes on the other side which I thought would give me a clear picture of what exactly was happening. This is the part where I think I should have done better.

The image that waited for me was of a gun being pointed towards me. My body immediately froze, it didn’t even ask for my permission. Most of my body was still within the bushes while only my head was out in the clear. It took a few seconds for my brain to register the situation in front of me. The gun not only being pointed towards me, but it was aimed straight for my head.

The gun wielder was a women and from what I could gather in that short span of time, she would probably be in her late thirties. I noticed her hand was not wavering, which only pointed to the fact that she was not afraid of neither of the gun nor to shoot at someone.

She had long black hair which was parted in such a way that all of them rested over her right shoulder. Her close set of brown eyes really complimented her fair skin. She had worn a black jacket with black pants. If not for the fact that she had gun pointed at me, I would have surely complimented her. Even the cold look on her face supported the fact that I really…really should have done better.

Behind her, I saw a man with a pale complexion bound to a tree. Many strands of ropes ran over his body and over his legs. He had a gag on his mouth and terror within his eyes. The man may have been somewhere around late twenties. He was a bit on the shorter side, just barely few inches taller than the woman with the gun. He had a deep blue hoodie on him.

He was struggling to get out of his bound, but to no avail. The woman paid no attention to his struggle, but kept her cold gaze upon me. I tried to think of a way to get out of there quickly… Alas, I came up with nothing. The only rational thing I could do at that moment was to start a conversation with the woman. I had to succeed in my attempts or otherwise her irrational thinking might rob me of my life.

I cleared my throat and attempted to communicate.

Me: “E-Excuse me miss… C-could yo-you lower your weapon… Pl-please?”

There… A nice and peaceful question.

Her face stiffened and I felt her gaze being filled with anger and hate.

Woman: “ Another of these male trash…”

Her voice was definitely filled with hate. I tried to speak further, but was stopped by a loud bang.

Yep! The last thing I heard was the sound of the gun being fired and yes… That woman did shoot me.

Which brings me to my present situation. After that life ended, I was reincarnated again. This time, the place where I am now… Is very, very different from earth.

I still wonder… Why did she shoot me?