Chapitre 1: Chapter 1: Rebirth
A cacophony of noises filled the air: distant murmurs, the rustling of fabric, and the faint clinking of metal. The darkness was all-encompassing, a warm and comforting void that wrapped around me like a blanket. Suddenly, a sharp pressure and an overwhelming urge to move disrupted my tranquil state. Instinctively, I fought against the confinement, my small body writhing and struggling.
Light. Blinding, harsh light assaulted my senses. I cried out, a high-pitched wail that pierced the air. My lungs burned with the effort, but it felt right, natural. I continued to cry, each breath drawing in the unfamiliar but vital air.
Hands, large and gentle, lifted me. I felt the warmth and heard soothing sounds, words that I couldn't yet comprehend. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw blurry shapes moving around me. A face loomed above, smiling down at me with an expression of pure love and relief. Tears streamed down the woman's cheeks, her chestnut hair falling in loose waves around her face.
"It's a boy," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Our son, Edward."
Another figure, larger and more imposing, leaned in. The man had a rugged, handsome face, and his eyes shone with pride. He gently took me from the woman, cradling me with surprising tenderness. "Welcome to the world, little one," he whispered.
Confusion swirled in my mind. The sensations, the emotions, the overwhelming reality of my situation—none of it made sense. I tried to focus, to grasp some understanding of what was happening. But my mind was still a tangled mess of fragmented memories and disjointed thoughts.
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Days passed in a blur of feedings, naps, and the gentle rocking of my cradle. Each day, I grew stronger, my body developing at an astounding rate. The faces of my parents, Thomas and Eliza, became familiar. Their voices were a constant source of comfort, their touch soothing my fears. They gave me a name: Edward. But the name felt strange, foreign. Deep inside, I knew it wasn't truly mine, but the knowledge of my past life remained buried, inaccessible.
As weeks turned into months, I began to notice peculiar things about my surroundings. The architecture of our home, the style of clothing my parents wore, and the language they spoke—all of it seemed vaguely familiar, yet different. I noticed the absence of modern technology—no buzzing of phones, no hum of refrigerators, no flicker of television screens. Instead, the warm glow of candlelight and the smell of burning wood permeated the air.
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My parents, Thomas and Eliza, were ordinary folk. Thomas worked the fields from dawn till dusk, his hands rough and calloused from years of labor. Eliza tended to the home, her days filled with cooking, cleaning, and caring for our small garden. Despite their simple life, there was a warmth and love in our household that I found comforting.
One afternoon, as I lay in my crib, I watched my father through the window. Thomas was chopping wood, his muscles straining with each swing of the axe. The sight of the weapon, gleaming in the sunlight, made my eyes widen. I had never seen a real axe before, only in books and movies. The realization hit me hard: this was not the world I once knew.
Eliza, noticing my fascination, lifted me from the crib and carried me outside. "Look, Edward," she said softly, pointing to a tree. "Your father is strong, isn't he?"
I gurgled in response, my tiny fingers reaching out towards the tree. I marveled at the sheer size and presence of nature around me. It was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle I remembered from my past life.
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As the days turned into months, my curiosity grew. I began to explore my surroundings more, crawling around the small house and yard. I listened to the conversations of the adults, trying to piece together the puzzle of my new reality.
One evening, as I sat on my father's knee, Thomas told me stories of legendary heroes and ancient battles. "Once, long ago," Thomas began, "there was a great war between humans and demons. Many brave warriors fought to protect our lands."
I listened intently, absorbing every word. The stories stirred something deep within me, a sense of familiarity that I couldn't quite place. The names, the places, the events—they all seemed to echo something from my buried memories.
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As I grew older, I began to recognize peculiar traits about myself. My ears were slightly pointed, unlike my parents'. My reflection in the water showed a boy with delicate features and strikingly green eyes. My parents never spoke of it directly, but I overheard enough conversations to piece together that my mother, Eliza, was part elf. This heritage explained my unusual appearance and perhaps some of my affinity for the natural world.
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Months turned into years, and by the time I was two years old, I had learned to speak in halting sentences. My parents were delighted with my progress, praising me for my quick learning. I began to explore my surroundings more, wandering around the house and the yard. I listened to the conversations of the adults, trying to piece together the puzzle of my new reality.
One day, as I played outside, I heard a group of villagers talking nearby. They mentioned the name of our village, and my heart skipped a beat. "Buina Village," one of them said. The name resonated within me, unlocking a flood of memories from my past life.
I remembered reading about Buina Village in "Mushoku Tensei," the series that had captivated me in my previous life. It was the home of Rudeus Greyrat, the protagonist. My mind raced as I tried to process the implications. I was in the same world, the same timeline, but a century before the events of the story I knew so well.
A sense of awe and trepidation filled me. I had knowledge of the future, of the events that would shape this world. But I was also acutely aware of the responsibility that came with that knowledge. My actions could alter the course of history, for better or worse.
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As I lay in bed that night, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling, I felt a sense of resolve. This was my second chance, a new beginning in a world of magic and adventure. I would use my knowledge wisely, to make a difference, to live without the regrets that had plagued my former life.
The journey ahead was uncertain, and I knew there would be challenges. But for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of purpose. This world was mine now, and I would embrace it fully, one small step at a time.
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With that thought, I closed my eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep, ready to face whatever the future held for me in this new, magical world.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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