The Zephyr family? I thought, feeling a sense of disbelief. Was I really in a different world, in a different time and place? It seemed impossible, and yet, the evidence was right in front of me.
After I woke up, I made my way to the library, a grand room filled with books and scrolls of all kinds. It was my sanctuary, the place where I could retreat to when I needed to think or study. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of leather and ink that permeated the air.
As I sat down at my desk, I began to sort through my memories, trying to make sense of the new world I found myself in. I remembered snippets of the novel I was in, the story of the Hero who rose to power and saved the land from darkness.
But I also remembered my previous life, the memories of the world I left behind.
I was in disbelief, not because of my reincarnation but because of where I found myself after reincarnating. I was reincarnated in a novel called "Ascension of the Hero."
And I was the elder brother of one of the Heroines of this novel.
My sister, the heroine of the novel I now found myself in, was the darling of the family, the apple of my parent's eye. She was still less than a year old right now.
Despite our privileged position, however, I could sense that there was tension beneath the surface. My parents had different views on how to rule over their lands and subjects, with my father believing in a strong-arm approach and my mother being more compassionate towards the commoners.
But I was determined to change all that. With my power and knowledge, I could bring my family together and help them find a balance.
The world I found myself in was a fantasy world where nobles ruled over commoners, and magic was commonplace. The power dynamic between the classes was a source of constant tension, with some nobles abusing their power and treating the commoners as little more than slaves.
This world had everything you could imagine.
The forests were filled with elves, whose graceful movements and ethereal beauty left me in awe. They were known for their affinity for nature and their potent magical abilities.
Dwarves, on the other hand, were sturdy and hardworking, with a love for mining and crafting. They were renowned for their metallurgy and were responsible for creating some of the most potent magical artifacts in the world.
But there were also other beings, ones whose existence was shrouded in mystery and legend, the dragons. Fierce and mighty creatures with scales that glinted in the sunlight. They were said to possess incredible strength and wisdom.
And then there were the gods, the beings who had created this world and wielded unimaginable power. They were worshipped by many, and their blessings could grant incredible abilities to those deemed worthy.
But it wasn't just about the creatures and beings. The paths to power were numerous and varied. Mages could specialize in elemental magic, manipulating the forces of nature to their will. They could also delve into dark magic, summoning demons and other nefarious creatures to do their bidding.
Swordsmen, on the other hand, honed their bodies and minds to the point where they could move faster than the eye could see and cut through anything in their path. They could also gain powerful abilities by mastering the different schools of swordsmanship, each with its own unique style and technique.
I didn't care about the greater good. I only cared about my family, loved ones, and no one else. I was ready to use my powers to crush anyone who dared to threaten my family.
I didn't care if I was seen as a hero or a villain. As long as my loved ones were safe, that was all that mattered.
A sense of excitement and determination filled me as I realized the possibilities that lay ahead. I was determined to make the most of my second chance.