Chapter 2: Home.

Sitting atop a cliff I opened my eyes slowly coming back to reality.

'Yes, this is my reality now. ' I muttered to myself. I then directed my gaze to what's up front.

The horizon drew a clear line across the vastness. A clear distinction is made visible from this tantalising line. It may be imaginary, a mirage, or is there in reality. Nobody really knows, especially if I'm in this position.

Splash!

The waves crashed at the foot of the cliff. Wind blowing against my face and carried a hint of saltiness. Plastered against my face I feel lost...

'This is my home. I have a family. I am born in this world. I am reborn'. These were things running through my mind. My soul experienced two lifetimes, its crazy but it happened. Anyways, what's done has been done.

After all, I'm a dude who already died once and because of old age at that. So, I really can't complain for God who knows for giving me a second lifetime that has my memories intact.

As for the reason...

I cannot explain it in anyway possible if I go by what I learned from school. Thus, it only leaves one option. Grade 8th syndrome. You can't really call it grade 8 syndrome as I did not experienced it but the belief and my suspicion that brought me here is related to it.

'I was a virgin.'

I never tasted the forbidden fruit nor have any relationships in my past lifetime.

I am considered a wizard in accordance to the code of being a virgin at 30 years old; you'll be a wizard, reached 60s and your a sage and die a virgin; a grandmagus that has a chance to reincarnate.

Now of course that was just weeb thinking in my teens but considering the situation I am in right now.

Sigh...

That sigh contained something so heavy, either anxiousness or even worry.

But.

I straightened my back and stood proud with my back like a pencil. 'Going through that analogy, I'll just accept it that "that" dumb belief actually worked.' I thought to myself. And I guess even though I ready passed that stage and was no longer an otaku and the like, it still somehow continued to work.

Going back to where I was.

I was in this world. I got born on some secluded village that is considered quite mediocre in size but is prosperous and peaceful. My mother was in her 30s when she gave birth to me so she's already on the way to being old, it's a good thing that she's a housewife or else I'm a afraid of her body not being able to take it. As to why I think that, well I'm a modern man and to be here in a secluded village without developed medicine institutes and proper health care services then I doubt that my worry is meaningless. My dad works as a carpenter and is the one who's sustaining our source of income which would be bad if he got sick so likewise with my mother I took special care of him. And as to why I'm suddenly over protective and careful about them well I don't have that much of an attachment to my family on my past lifetime so with me being a reborn person I specially took care of them much more than others at my age, also I felt like I missed something from my past lifetime tags why I want to spend time with them as much as possible.

I started remembering my memories when I was five through severe headaches and have to slowly accept and integrate them as my own. And it continued until I was ten as 'damn' the memories of a lifetime is not a joke especially in its sheer volume.

I sat up from the cliff and patted my butt. Looking back to the 'sea' once more I turned and left.

Slowly treading through the slope I stopped by a hut. This hut is made by me and the garden that's at the front is also planted by me. The reason why I did this is to gain extra income to help my parents when they retire, leaving me no thee choice but to hide it from them.

After catching a glimpse of it. I made my way back to the main road, the way to the cliff, and proceeded to go down the slope.

Reaching the civilization, I saw the town not far away and rushed to get back home. Running through the streets I came to a halt when a house made of brick and wood came to my sight. It is a pretty common building here as it is effecient for the residents here and also our house is no exception just a little bit different in design as I said my father is a carpenter and has some tastes.

I stopped at the front door.

I raised my hand and knocked on it then grabbed the handle and opened it.

I walked in the building.

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"A building I call home."