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A brilliant attorney, an indifferent partner, and a fool naive enough to be betrayed. I am Araki Yuma.

With a sharp mind and an unwavering sense of justice, I climbed to the top of the legal world at a young age, only to be poisoned and left for dead. But fate had other plans.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a place beyond comprehension—an endless hall of towering pillars, each bearing the name of a god. A voice resonated in my mind, revealing the truth: I had been granted a second chance. Not in my own body, not in my own world, but as someone who had devoted themselves entirely to the gods.

"Choose," the voice commanded. "Select a god, and they shall bestow their blessing upon you."

One by one, I read the inscriptions—War, Agriculture, Magic, Love, Strength, Life, Resilience, Speed, Ocean, Wind, Disease, Healing... And then, I saw it.

The Goddess of Wisdom—Minerva.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand upon the pillar. A brilliant golden light engulfed me, dissolving my body into shimmering dust. And when my consciousness returned, I found myself hunched over a desk, drooling onto a stack of documents.

This was my new reality. A world governed by divine laws, where power meant survival. This time, I wouldn't be a fool. This time, I would use my mind, my knowledge, and the wisdom of the goddess to shape my destiny.

After all, the courtroom was merely one battlefield—now, an entire world awaited my verdict.

The Reborn Attorney's Divine Deal

He lifted his head from the desk he had been resting on and wiped both sides of his cheeks with the back of his gloved hands. As he looked around, he saw dozens of sheets of paper with scribbles scattered across his desk, along with three pens, one of which had leaked ink.

"Things aren't going too well, huh?"

He got up from his chair, placed his hands on his hips, and stretched backward. Hearing a few cracks from his spine, he rolled his shoulders forward and felt a sense of relief.

His room had wooden floors, and as if having three closed windows wasn't enough, black curtains also blocked almost all incoming light. Finding the dim illumination from the wall-mounted gas lamps insufficient, he pulled one of the curtains aside and opened the window. In front of him lay a descending path, a barren land with sparse trees, and faintly visible city walls in the distance.

"Those must be the city walls. And this must be where I'm staying."

He returned to his desk and glanced over the scribbled pages. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his head. Clenching his teeth, he placed a hand over his left temple and collapsed into his chair.

A radiant ballroom, condescending gazes, the warmth of a woman's embrace, the sound of a carriage, gravestones, and a harsh slap. Though he hadn't regained all the memories of this body, enough of Rosweld White's past had flooded his mind to awaken deep emotions. He couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face. As he sat back against the uncomfortable wooden chair, he took a deep breath.

"At the very least, I should respect these emotions. I won't pursue your desires, Rosweld White. But I will make sure your name shines—of course, in the style of Araki Yuma."

After half an hour, he sorted the scattered papers on his desk into three piles: those with only scribbles, those with a mix of writing and scribbles, and those completely filled with text. Before reading the notes, he turned to the bookshelf behind him and scanned the titles. Most of them were fictional novels. He could only find two books containing useful information. Their titles were The Hierarchy and System of Nobility and The Necessities of the Bourgeois Class.

"It looks like he wanted to restore his family's former glory. That makes sense. And judging by the books he chose, he was trying to understand how to play the game. Unfortunately, I have no fresh memories to rely on. This will be tough. First, I need to gather as much information as I can from this room, then familiarize myself with my surroundings."

For two days, Araki Yuma devoted himself to reading both books and jotting down notes on a few clean pages. Once he finished, he sorted his notes into two categories. By the time he was done, he had neatly arranged everything in front of him...

REMEMBERING – THE WEIGHT OF HEART-SHAKING EMOTIONS