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) 


The sun was slowly showing on the area where Ken laid, as the barrier slowly lifted, there he was taking a leisure nap as everything around him slowly turned alive, his spell giving vitality to the ground and plants near him. 


His scythe slowly floated from his back and up the sky for about 500 feet, pulsed once its silver magic and disappeared. 


A flower bed formed at his position along with vines creeping towards him that formed a blanket atop him, the vines were harmless to him, but deadly to anyone who would come to try and touch or take him for they would strangle and poison anyone to death. 


A countermeasure to anything that may come to disturb him, that’s right, the guy doesn’t want anyone to disturb him when he’s asleep like this, in this type of condition. Let’s not forget a pillow of straws protruding, wrapped in large leaves on his head, and he is now settled to sleep. 


Chapter 41 - Garden of Flowers