"Why… why did my mother try to kill me?"
The question slipped out of him in a tiny voice that barely belonged to a living child.
It trembled through the cold dark like a weak candle trying to fight off the night.
"This was the first time I ever saw her. Why would she do that…? Did I do something wrong? What am I supposed to do…?"
He curled up on a worn bed stuffed with old straw.
The basement around him felt less like a room and more like a forgotten stone tomb buried under the earth.
He looked about four or five.
Too small for the pain burning through him.
His skin steamed with fever, giving off heat as if he had been lifted straight from a fire.
Sweat drenched the sheets until they clung to him like wet cloth.
Every breath he took wavered in rough shivers.
No hand reached to wipe his forehead.
No cup touched his lips.
No arms held him when he trembled.
Each twitch was a cruel echo of the moment he watched his mother call forth a spirit and order that strange shimmering creature to strike at her own child.
The moment her eyes held no warmth at all.
His sight blurred.
The ceiling twisted like it was melting.
His thoughts lost shape.
Then he fell.
Not outward.
Not from the bed, but inward, straight into a silent place where even suffering felt too scared to follow.
A cold voice that carried no hint of life echoed through the dark inside his mind.
[Ding. Unusual fluctuation in the host soul detected]
[Blessing of the Great Spirit inherited through bloodline is responding at full capacity]
[Severe soul damage confirmed. Estimated recovery time unknown]
The voice was calm, still far too old, as if it had been sleeping for an age and just now decided to rise.
[Alert. Extra anomaly discovered]
[Due to extreme trauma, the Blessing of the Great Spirit is attempting auxiliary correction.]
[Memory of the soul under torment has awakened. Warning. This action crosses the law of nature.
[Starting partial erasure]
[Erasure complete. Thirty-seven percent]
His eyes rolled back.
His mind sank.
Something pulled him deeper and deeper until it became hard to know if he still belonged to his own body.
He landed in something that looked like a dream
Yet felt far too sharp.
Far too real.
A Life Not His Own
He saw a man.
A grown man.
A stranger.
Someone from a place that had no magic, no mana, no monsters, no divine gifts.
Compared to the vast wild land, the boy knew, this other place felt small, calm, almost gentle, yet filled with its own strange charms.
The boy felt awake the entire time, yet he could not steer any of it.
He could only witness the man's life, as if he sat locked behind the man's eyes.
The man was born in a country named India, to two teachers who loved him deeply.
A home without riches, a home without hunger, but warm, full of care.
The child watched iron boxes called cars rush along roads.
He watched shining screens called TVs fill rooms with moving pictures.
He saw people hold small glowing rectangles that let them speak across cities.
He saw tall buildings, Hospitals, Schools, Courts, and Crowds who walked the streets without fear of beasts or raids.
A place where peace felt normal, not a miracle.
The reason for this peace kept showing itself.
Science.
A quiet practice that used thought and proof rather than mana or spells.
Time rushed forward.
The boy lived through years of school.
Lessons in biology, Chemistry, Math, Books stacked over desks, Tests, Dreams, Failures, Small victories.
The man grew and chose Biology as his field because he felt drawn to the mystery of life.
He earned a place in one of India's rare universities that taught genetic engineering.
There, he studied DNA, the tiny code that shapes every living thing.
He learned that by shifting only a few letters in that code, animals could change.
They could grow stronger, Healthier, and Different.
The boy watched farms, Labs, Fields, Endless hours of testing and studying.
He lived the man's life as if it were stitched into his own.
The Man Work
The man helped cows produce more milk.
He helped local cow breeds gain healthier fat.
He improved the meat in goats, Sheep, and Poultry.
He found strong traits in DNA and guided farmers to spread them through breeding.
He learned to work with DNA extraction, Gene sequencing, Genome mapping, CRISPR studies, and Checks on the embryo and sperm.
He traveled through fields, took samples of blood, milk, and hair.
He taught farmers and workers.
He protected rare native breeds from fading away.
He saved creatures that stood close to forever vanishing.
He lifted the lives of millions of farmers.
He gave everything he had.
Everything.
He never married.
He never formed love.
He never built a family.
Except he held one small joy close, Anime. Those strange and colorful tales from Japan filled his lonely nights.
When his parents died in a car accident, He aged alone.
He grew quiet, Day after day, until the day his body could not hold on.
When he died, He died with regret.
He had helped shape the lives of many, yet never shaped a family of his own.
Darkness took him.
The boy, now swimming in memories that did not belong to him, forgot who he truly was.
Man, Child, Earth, Some other land, He could not tell.
Everything faded into calm black.
Until,
[Ding. Blessing of the Great Spirit has preserved the individual soul]
[Unexpected anomaly discovered]
[The individual has gained forbidden knowledge of life]
[New Trait granted. Echo of Soul]
A final whisper brushed the darkness, Soft, Warm, almost like kindness.
Was that the voice of a goddess?
The dark trembled.
And the boy opened his eyes.
He was both startled and amazed when he heard that mechanical voice in his head.
In his world, this voice was usually known as the voice of the goddess of creation, Elaris.
She was the one who looked after every creature in this realm.
However, from his newly awakened memories, he realized that the voice was now, much like the trope of a man often seen in anime, a system...
'Not a goddess, but a system?!'