Serkan woke up to another shitty day. Beer bottles and plates of dried noodle pieces stared at his face next to his bed. He hadn't been able to get out of this state since he graduated from university. He had been in this state for almost four months. His dirty and filthy life was never cleaned up. He didn't even have a girlfriend or a normal friend after his last girlfriend. The only person he could call a friend was Mehmet from elementary school. The reason was that they went to the same schools since elementary school. Mehmet finished high school first and Serkan finished high school second. That same year, they applied to the Materials Science and Engineering Department at Çukurova University and were accepted on the first try. He brushed his messy hair with his hand and looked at the computer in front of him. He had forgotten about it last night. A video on YouTube was still playing. A bald guy was talking about survival tactics. He spent his days with such videos these days. He

William felt very lonely right now. The vulnerability of being in a baby's body in an unknown world and the fear and excitement of beginning a new life surrounded him. He knew he had to get rid of the thought of loneliness. He wanted to forget his past life bit by bit, but he could not control his mind. One of the three thoughts that came to his mind when he could not move in his cradle was his past life. There was one person in particular that he always remembered. He wasn't even that upset about his family anymore, but when her face came to mind, he couldn't help but dream again. He still remembered Merve with her moon-like face. Despite such strange and unfortunate events, Merve was still the number one in his mind. Perhaps it was an illusion he felt from remembering the thought of unfinished business. Even if he was a baby in a cradle, every time he thought of Merve, the baby's face, the strange smile, and the drooling mouth that he could not speak showed how much he could regret

William felt that time was moving faster in this world than before. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed and he had turned two. Choice Day was still vivid in his memory as if it were yesterday. In this world, you couldn't celebrate your birthday whenever you wanted, but you could celebrate your birthday when you turned one, when you took your first step into adulthood (16), or when you became a truly strong and respected person. Even if William had a noble father, he probably wouldn't celebrate another birthday until he was sixteen. He was sitting in front of his teacher right now, listening intently. "William, there isn't much I can teach you about the Argos language. I thought I could only teach you some normal reading and writing tricks, but you exceeded my expectations! You soaked up everything I gave you like a sponge. I think you're now as good at Argos as I am. Today I have officially stopped teaching you the Argos language. Now we will move on to other lessons." The pr

Like the sunrise and sunset, time continued to flow. When William turned five, he had the opportunity to see his sister for the first time. Theo had given a great feast when he received happy news from his only daughter. When Valynn turned sixteen, when the mages went to the academy(royal academy) to find new talents, they discovered that she was gifted and accepted her into their tower. She would then be trained as a mage. His mother was overjoyed to hear this news, even more than Theo. Since she was a mage herself and William wanted to train as a warrior for the time being, she was pleased and proud to be the daughter of the one who would carry on her legacy of knowledge. Valynn's affinity was for water and flame, but the affinity she received from her father was so small that she only needed to use it to start a fire. Since it was Valynn's last visit to her home before she began her long apprenticeship, Sophia told her all she knew about water magic. William could tell when he

Not lacking in motivation, William immersed himself in meditation. He knew now that he would have to continue with meditation rather than physical training. His next suffering would probably not be physical but mental. Two weeks after opening the first meridian, he was able to open the second meridian and a month later the third, the healing meridian. This meridian, just like its name, had increased his healing speed to an insane level. When he cut his hand with a small dagger, he saw that the wound, which normally took a few hours to heal, healed in about half an hour. 'This world is truly magical,' he thought. Since he had opened all three meridians in a month and a half, he wanted to spend the rest of his time building up spiritual energy to attack the other meridian, but the facts disappointed him. He felt that things were beginning to get difficult. Even the sum of the spiritual energy he had accumulated for the first three meridians was not even half of the spiritual energy he