Lying from the ground made Olen uncomfortable, luckily it wasn’t too solid, or else his face would crumple like a donkey dong. Instead, he felt like he was in a sandy dune but cold. This left him with a question lingering in his mind, “Am I supposed to be reincarnated with a system?” he thought doubtfully.

Shrugging off the thoughts from his mind, Olen stood up from the ground and shove off the snow smudged around his white robe, trying to recall his own situation before everything that had just happened.

"This isn't right why I am here?" Olen mumbled.

"don't tell me, I succeeded from the trial and reincarnated again, wait... that wasn't a reincarnation, that felt like more like a place where the souls reside and take their rest" Olen walked back and forth in confusion talking himself to the air.

'I have no time for this I have to make for a shelter'

After making his mind up, a sudden blistering cold swept past him, Olen suddenly struck to him that the place he was currently standing is an endless field of snow stretched out before him, nothing but dismantled rocks and frozen lakes covering everything beyond the horizon.

Reminded by the freezing winds, Olen urged his feet, as he pulled up his hands buried in the snow supporting his body to stand up from the ground. He felt the cold crawling through his skin. He stood dazed for a while, as he let the foreign sensation run through his body. Suddenly tears formed in his eyes, as he never thought that he would now be able to feel his hands and feet for the first long years he had since the time before he lost his body to the sickness he contracted not long after.

It took him for a while to notice the feeling, as his mind refused to see the reality in front of him, but now, even for the blistering cold touching his skin, he never felt more alive than he had in his life before. He thought that he could jump over the snow just to be able to feel the foreign feeling run through his body.

But alas, something was urging him, a premonition of a presence coming behind the snow, he felt like there was a presence calling out to him. First, it was the sword a familiar dependency he had grown when he was in the Gate of Souls, and the other felt like an aura similar to the sword. It was calling out to its aura, one that he had his soul fused with.

Without a thought, Olen ram through the snow hoping that the lost sword could be just anywhere underneath, and after a period of time a *thud* can be heard, and a sword lying down in the snow appeared right before his eyes.

Looking at the sword from the distance, the edges of the sword seem to gleam with silvery metal, outlining a platinum plate that is embedded throughout in the middle of the blade focal point. However, the guard of the sword took most of the attention. From which a crystal as blue as the sky lodged in the center of the sword serving as its core.

Whether it was too bland or anticipation for the coming of the system, Olen just stood before the sword indifferently while looking at it and thought 'weird, I feel like its calling for me' Olen then proceed to reach out his hand on the hilt and grasp it tightly as he can and closed his eyes waiting for a blue screen to pop out. And moments later…

*Heavy breaths*

Whether a second pass by or a minute later, it felt like the world stayed still for a split second. Olen opened his eyes and what he saw before him left a shudder deep in his bones and said…

“What in a name of shenanigans is this!” Olen howled as he bent down on his knees in defeat.

Olen stood up from the ground and shook his head in acceptance of the reality in front of him. Looking at the encompassing snow before him. He felt disheartened at the prospect of him surviving in this winter without anything but a sword and snow right before his eyes.

Olen rose up from his feet and decided to march through the snow without looking back as he has no choice but to do so. Reaping his reward, Olen finally saw something unusual that he hoped to be a sign of shelter. But instead, a creepy feeling courses through him, as his heart skips a beat at the sight in front of him.

It was a pillar, covered with fog flickering with ominous lights floating throughout it. It was calling me.

[Come to me]

[Your fate lies here in this pillar]

[Only worthy of the sword can hold its bearer]

Taking a deep breath, Olen then set his resolve and decided to get near to the pillar and take a look at it, despite his intuition screaming at the unknown ahead of him. Olen tightened his grip over his sword, as his steps heaved a deep breath of tension.

Arriving at the pillar, what appeared in front of him is a stone pillar carved with ancient language supported by a paddle stone beneath it. And above the pillar, a steep slate was carved atop from it, with a slit in the middle resembling that of a pointed sword struck from it.

“Sword in a stone… but I get to take the sword back to its place...”

[Awaken me]

Olen reached out for his other hand, gripping it with his two hands, raising it in the sky, and from it, a great momentum was bellowing. Olen then exerted his strength and struck the sword back with an unrelenting force to where it belonged.

*Bang*

Olen was pushed back by the force and pulled from a distance apart from it. Olen stood amazed as he watched the energy in the area suddenly swell up as the pillar began to ablaze like a roaring flame through the sky, leaving a spark of kindle swarming around in its place. Resulting in the entire area with a warm surface and temperature.

Within a flash, a floating bluish shard crystal instantly emerged floating atop the pillar as it slowly took the form of a giant crystal that looks similar to the crystal lodged within the sword.

And without a warning, his vision turned upside down, as the sight of the crystal slowly fades away from his own eyes.