Let me tell you the story of a common man.
He worked tirelessly—day in, day out—without rest, joy, or reward. He never complained, never cursed the world, and never wished harm upon anyone. His life was defined by relentless labor and a heart full of kindness. Yet, in the end, it was that very kindness that led to his death.
His name was Alen.
He worked for a massive corporation—one that wore a mask of professionalism but was rotten at its core. Fraud, embezzlement, and illegal dealings flowed through its veins. And when the truth came close to the surface, the company needed a scapegoat.
They chose Alen.
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The Man He Was
In a cold, overlit office, Alen once stayed three hours late helping a new intern fix a broken report—not because he had to, but because the kid was crying.
Another time, he gave his only lunch to a cleaning lady who hadn't eaten all day, saying with a smile,
"I skipped breakfast. This just balances it out."
On weekends, he visited a small orphanage to teach the kids math and English. The children would cheer when he entered, calling him "Teacher Sunshine."
He had no family. No close friends. Yet still, he gave everything he had to others.
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The Betrayal
One night, after another endless shift, Alen returned home... only to be ambushed.
Blindfolded. Beaten. Tortured.
They told him he had to sign a confession. He would take the fall for the company's crimes. And if he refused? They would kill everyone connected to him—people he'd barely spoken to but once helped.
At first, he resisted. But after days of starvation, electric shocks, and the screams of others played through speakers, he broke.
Tears welled in his eyes as he signed the papers.
"They don't deserve to die... not for me."
He barely got the ink to dry before the cold press of a gun met his forehead.
A shot rang out.
His lifeless body was dumped into the sea, swallowed by waves, as though he had never existed.
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A Soul in the Void
Yet, Alen didn't feel dead.
He drifted into a space unlike anything he'd known. An abyss—formless, endless, cold yet oddly comforting. It sucked at him, as if peeling away layers of identity, memory, and self.
Then came the voice.
"Alen, the kind guy... ha! Even gods have whispered your name."
A radiant figure emerged from the darkness. It had no face, no form, yet Alen felt its gaze.
"In your short life, your kindness touched the stars. You fed the hungry, sheltered the lonely, and gave hope where there was none. You have lived more nobly than kings and saints."
Alen was speechless.
"But I cannot return you to your world, nor rewind time. That would tear the fabric of reality."
"Instead, I offer you a new beginning."
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A Glimpse of the New World
The void shifted.
Suddenly, Alen stood atop a floating cliff under a lavender sky. Colossal dragons soared overhead, leaving trails of glowing mist in their wake. On the ground below, two warriors clashed. One split a mountain with a sword swing; the other stopped it with a single palm.
To the east, a mage floated in midair, surrounded by magic circles that shimmered like stars. He raised his hand, and a rain of golden fire fell upon an army of beasts.
"This is the world I will send you to," the figure said. "A realm where power is everything. Where some beings rival gods. This is a world of cultivation and chaos."
"They will cultivate Ki and Aura... but you—you—will wield Mana. You will be the only magician in a world ruled by warriors."
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The Second Chance
Alen, overwhelmed yet calm, looked at the figure with gratitude.
"I don't care what you call me—friend, master, or god. I'm just thankful... for one more chance."
The figure chuckled.
"Even in death, you remain kind. Now I understand why the divine call you Alen the Kind."
"These words are not mere flattery. They come from the Creator. Take pride in that."
The world began to fade as Alen's soul was pulled toward his new life.
"Wait," he whispered. "Before I go... may I ask for one selfish thing?"
"Speak."
"In my last life... I had no family. But I still risked my life to protect someone else's. Could I... have a loving family this time?"
"Granted," the voice replied. "Live well, Alen. This time... live for yourself too."
And with that, Alen—the man who died alone—was reborn into a world where magic and martial might would collide.
His story was only just beginning.
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