On this day, over 70 years after he was born as a seed, Midas took a look at everything that he had not built with his own hands but had seen being built and sighed with complicated feelings.
There was just something about living these lives that was always complicated.
He wondered how he would feel if he did not know he would go back to his original body.
Midas sighed again after realising that he might go back to his original body only to die again because he failed to live up to some hidden condition that was being evaluated.
Fuck these Trials.
If Midas could, he would shove this Elder Tree right up the ass of whoever was in charge of them.
Maybe one day if he ever got strong enough… Just something to look forward to.
Midas turned his attention back to his body and sighed yet again for a different reason.
Why could he, not age gracefully like he did in his last life?
