Chapter 3: Second Lifetime

He wakes up in a body of a young child who seems to be 14 yrs old. According to his search this child died from

an unidentified illness all alone in this house which made him successfully possessed the body but the curse marks are still in his skin which made him realized his soul was the one who is curse not his body.

"Damn it..why a child of all people!?" He cursed.

He looked around the rundown house only to find out that there's nothing useful around, when he was on the way to the door he saw a broken mirror. Zyanya picked up the mirror and looked at his reflection. In the reflection he sees a young man with shoulder length black hair and a beautiful pair of azure eyes. "This body kinda resembles my real body.." there was one reason he chose this body, it's because of the birthdate. Back in the Ao empire they believed that your birthdate tells a lot about you although Zyanya doesn't believe in those stuff he still chose the body which shares the same birthdate as him.

"I guess I have to work hard in this life.." Zyanya heads outside the house only to find that he is currently in a poor village, it doesn't seem like he is in the Ao empire for he never saw such poor village during his reign.

In this life he struggled to live but he managed it somehow, he had an idea to create his biological son by using his own blood and alchemy he learned in his previous life. In the palace he used to read all the books stored in the library and part of his education is to learn different kinds of magic, while playing around in the library he stumbled upon the book of alchemy so during his free time he practiced secretly.

The floor was covered in strange symbols and markings, Zyanya stood in the middle of those markings holding a small knife. He raise up the knife and cuts his palm, red blood slowly drips down his hand. When the drop of blood reached the floor the symbols glowed.

It took him three attempts to successfully create a human but in the law of alchemy there's always a price for everything .. that person that he created had a curse in him which is the curse of emotions, which means whenever he shows emotions the environment will react for example, when he cries it will rain. Zyanya was pissed by this and curse the gods and himself for not being careful. This child was innocent yet it was his own fault at the same time.. He named the infant Yasuo and raise that child as his own, teaching him all he could. When one day in the day of Zyanya's 20th birthday there are many people who are dressed in black suddenly surrounded them while they were passing by the forest. Zyanya who was holding yasuo in his arm suddenly alarmed and ask who they were but the people didn't respond and suddenly attacked them in a fast manner. Zyanya put aside his son and fights all the man in black but there seem to be no end, he couldn't use his full power since he isn't in his real body.

After he finish them all he was heavily injured, zyanya drag his dying body and carry his son in his arms using his last strength he puts his power and memories inside yasuo and leave a note inside yasuo's clothes then hide him under the root of a big tree.

"Father…are you.." Yasuo's eyes filled with tears while holding his father's bloody hands.

"Yasuo..remember what I taught you..father is sorry…" Zyanya struggled to speak but forced himself to embrace the young boy in front of him.

"No…let me take you to the physician!" His tears started dripping down his face,suddenly the rain starts pouring down.

"No matter where you are…you are..my son" Zyanya casted a spell on Yasuo making him slowly losing his consciousness. Yasuo's eyes starting to become blurry his hands tightly hold his father's back. Zyanya smiled and carefully lay down Yasuo's body and slowly walk away.

He doesn't know where to go, he doesn't have a place called home in this world. Upon walking with his last strength he saw a flower field this remind him of his final resting place in his previous life. He laid down in the sea of flowers and gradually his body temperature is rapidly decreasing, his eyes feel heavy and eventually he accepted his final rest. In that moment zyanya ended his second life on his 20th birthday.

A monk passing by the forest saw the gruesome scene, the monk prayed before taking another step to leave but he saw the young boy unconscious under the tree. The monk took the boy with him and eventually sheltered him.