Fiction Is My Reality

[JAMES P.O.V]

This world is plain. Yet I live in it.

In this world, humans are limited and weak. Frail yet thriving. And the thought of us being held down by the 'rules' of this reality is annoying.

But hope has always been a concept humans are fond of. And I cling onto it dearly.

Since I was 10 years old, I have been obsessed with the idea with superpowers, dragons, magic, and advanced technology. And although the future exists, I was born in a time where Iphones maybe one of the greatest pieces of technology to date.

But I stumbled over something interesting while diving into many concepts humans discovered/'created'. A guy named David Lewis came up with an idea. The idea that there are indeed other universes that all coexist with each other.

So I've made a board to stitch similar ideas constructed by humans to ignite that fire of hope that kindles inside me. That maybe, I was born in the wrong universe. Maybe, I can be reborn and placed in my rightful universe.

I searched multiple fields of study from Theoretical Physics to Theology and I found a recurring theme of rebirth and other worlds existing. Samsara, the cycle of death and rebirth. Jesus Christ, a man who was a god in a human's body, died and was reborn again. Odin, reborn anew with greater strength than ever, M.W.I, other worlds simultaneously existing all at once with different versions of ourselves living within each or some.

But as consistent as this theory maybe.....there's no evidence for such. All of these pieces of evidence stems from the minds of man. This only proves the Collective Unconscious to be true.

To cope with this realization, I attached myself with this hope and exercised my body. Attemptibg to reach the physical limit of humans through any means necessary.

I'd have sex with multiple women to produce Oxytocins in the brain and direct what may be a sex addiction to most toward the evolution of my body.

I'd enter herbology, creating my own medicine to boost my health and physical performances.

Meditate to increase my concentration. Learned Ballet and entered Gymnastic torunaments to master and control my own body. Brazillian Jiujitsu matches, Arm Wrestling Tournaments, Boxing, anything dealing with combat. I've even entered the military at the age of 40. All while clinging to this 'false sense of hope' that I was in the wrong universe.

But while I was in my dorm room, reading manhwa, the base was invading by foreign soldiers. As much as I wish I could, as much martial arts I knew, and no matter how many of the soldiers I took down that day; that one bullet that pierced my heart was enough to put me down. And as soon as the darkness enveloped my eyes, a light shone brightly and a woman held me in her arms. Was this it? Did I finally achieve my dream?

Third P.O.V

A woman with black hair, fair peach skin, and dark brown eyes looked down at her child. But unlike othr mothers that'd smile and be gleeful at their child's birth, her face was one of erratic disappointment. "He does not have the Mark Of Tyranny?"

(What are they saying?) James was confused.

A man in black stood in front of her. "Indeed, your majesty. He holds the mark of the commonfolk. The Mark Of Verde."

She clicked her teeth. "This is embarassing."

Busting through the door and entering the room was a man with a crown on his head and a suit of armor engulfed in a golden hue. "Is the child born yet?"

The woman's face immediately changed expressions. A smile warped her face. "Yes dear, it is a boy."

He walked up to her with his hands open. She lends the baby to him and the older man holds him close and gently. "He's.....he's beautiful."

(Is this guy my father?)

"Welcome to the world, Terrence."

From then on, life was great.

[Terrence P.O.V]

5 years has gone by since I was reborn in this world. I've mainly been focused on three things. Controlling my body accurately, sensing the energy of this world, and learning the language the people of this world speaks.

It only took me a year to decipher their language through tongue and another year to speak properly. But it took me around 3 years to become attune with this body's senses. But thats only because the senses of a toddler are terrible. Now, I can sense the mana in my body and in the area. To keep this body fresh and new, I perform Tai Chi exercises in the morning from moonfall to sunrise. Then, i focus the rest of the day on mana refinement, reading, watching the knights train, and eating.

Apparently there's been rumors around the castle of me becoming fat in the future. Like that is actually going to happen. Speaking of the residents of the castle, my mother seems to be avoiding me and only pays attention to her first born and third born. While this doesn't bother me, maybe it has something to do with this crest on the back of my hand.

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[Third P.O.V]

"Do you mind repeating yourself?" King Massador's expression was as open as a book.

"Prince Terrence frequently visits the knight's courtyard and observes their training regimine." A man in a tuxedo said to King Massador. This was the head butler of the castle, Reginald.

"Terrence is interested in the way of the sword?..... heh." He chuckled a little. "As I thought, no matter the mark they are born with, the love for the sword is in their blood. Reginald."

"Yes Sire?" (Reginald)

"See if the boy is interested in learning swordsmanship. Ask him if he would like to become a swordsman." While he could simply just appoint a swordsman to teach Terrence, Massador is big on consent. If his child did not want to become a swordsman and only wanted to look at them train and fight then making him a student of a swordsman would be a waste of time and money.

"I shall. Also, I believe Prince Terrence has a magic affinity, Your Majesty." He informed Massador.

"And what lead you to that conclusion, Reginald?" Massador caressed his beard.

"I sense mana, strong mana from that boy. Higher than any of the other masters when they were his age, sir." Reginald informed the king.

"Higher than Star as well?" He asked.

"I believe so, sir." Reginald responded.

"That is....remarkable. Thank you for the report, Reginald. You may take your leave." He gestured the butler to head out.

"Thank you for your time, my liege." The butler bowed before his king and exited the room.

While carressing his beard, Massador thought of his son. "Interested in the knights and has an affinity with magic. Was his mark evaluation misjudged?"