After being massacred vigorously in his past life, and now floating in to nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance?

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"What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." 
'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought

The Third Party

3rd Person’s POV (12 yrs. and 8 months old) 


A glint of red shone from the humanoid’s eyes and turned around to walk into the forest, Ken’s face scrunched up in confusion, he circulated his mana to prepare defensive spells if need be, he cannot take any chances. 


“Flin, are you done with your spell?” Ken asked, Flin nodded, and summoned an orb atop his hands, as a bright white magic circle with a touch of sky blue, appeared below his feet that reached up to twice the magic circle Granarados conjured. 


“Spirit Magic: Tied Fate.” He chanted, the magic circle turned bright as tendrils of white wrapped around the monsters then turned into chains that suffocated the monsters both werewolves and ogres alike slowly in its tightening grip, shrieks echoed from the cries of monsters. 


Chapter 39 - Ashes