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

Third Person’s POV (12 yrs., 8 months) 


‘Ugh, what now?’ thought Ken, clearly he knows that he blacked out and his vision still hasn’t returned. All black and such, his eyebrows could only stay at a straight line as he stared dead ahead, arms crossed. 


At first he was surprised of the sudden turn of his situation, but seconds later he could only stare condescendingly at the message. 


‘I did not use or activated a spell that will allow me to use an astral form. What is going on?’ he thought to himself, albeit with a calm expression. “White are you there?” 


“Right here Ken.” said White appearing by his side in his sphere form. 


“Why do you sound worried?” Ken asked. 


“You flat out fainted on me, for a second I did not know what to do.” White explained, a mixture of worry and relief on his voice. 


Chapter 139 - Memory Strike