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When I was 16, I came across a book that I became obsessed with reading almost every day. I was excited and anxious when I heard that the writer was in the process of writing the sequel. When it did come out, I read both repeatedly because I loved them, just like when I first read them. Dragons, magic, demons, and war romance are all you would want from a fantasy novel. When I got an opportunity to go to a book signing, I jumped with joy to get my favorite author's autograph. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me that I worked extra hours even though I was still in school to save up and go. It wasn't long after I was on cloud nine with joy, but for some reason, I started coughing and couldn't stop even when the red liquid came out of my mouth as I coughed. I don't remember much after that. Most likely, I died due to something unknown.

Fifty years ago, two families had a falling out due to different beliefs pitting against each other. The Takeo family used more harmful cultivation methods than some referred to as demonic and cruel. Although the Takeo family wasn't the only family who practiced these demonic arts, they were the ones to invent such cultivation and honed it to the highest degree. The other family is the Mieko family. Not much is known about their cultivation, but it is known that the result of such cultivation is less crude, unlike the Takeo family practiced arts. The only thing preventing those two families from fighting in a practitioner war is my family and the monsters that roam outside the walls. My family is the Asami family specializes in medicine and poisons. We are also a family specializing in arts similar to that ninjutsu or assassination. Due to my family's knowledge of toxins, we also worked to hone our abilities to cure others; this side of us is known through the city as the healers. With my family standing in the town as the most significant known doctors, we stand neutral when it comes to cultivation since our cultivation could be seen as crueler than the Takeo family. But that fact is unknown to the world.

I'll be straight; this isn't my first life. My name is Anne, but in my past life, it was Kathrine. When I died, I didn't get hit by truck-san, nor was it cancer. I had an autoimmune disorder, although I won't go into detail. It was painful; I spent over half of my life in and out of the hospital because of it. I was never a fortunate person. I was clumsy, and my family had a lot of health complications. Sooner or later, my body couldn't hold out, and I collapsed. I don't know how long I was on the ground when I came to I departed that world at the age of 23. At first, I was confused and scared that I couldn't see straight and that things were too bright. I was scared because things were either too weak or too strong for me to handle. It wasn't until the third day of being in this world that I realized that i didn't make it the day I collapsed and that I was someone else entirely and that I was an infant. But let us not have me get too far ahead of you. I still need a story so let me tell you my tale.