In the bustling capital city of Kathmandu, nestled amidst the Himalayan foothills, there resided a seemingly ordinary young boy by the name of Alex. He was a student in the 10th grade, diligently attending school day after day, yet harboring a profound aversion to the rigors of academia. Alex had a spirit that yearned for freedom, a soul that hungered to break free from the constraints imposed upon him by both society's rules and the formidable reputation of his parents.

His days were consumed by a constant struggle between the desires of his heart and the boundaries that held him in check. He yearned for a life unrestrained, one where he could follow the whispers of his own ambitions and heed the call of adventure without fearing judgment or the repercussions of familial expectations.

While education might have been his parents' wish, Alex harbored a fervent passion for something entirely different. Hidden beneath the facade of an obedient son lay an ardent love for the captivating tales spun within the pages of Eastern fantasy novels. These intricate worlds of mysticism, martial arts, and the profound concept of Cultivation spoke to his soul. It was a secret passion that he nurtured, allowing him to escape into realms where the boundaries of possibility transcended the mundane confines of reality.

One fateful day, as Alex made his way back home through the chaotic streets of Kathmandu, fate intervened with cruel swiftness. A truck, roaring at a reckless speed of 150 kilometers per hour, collided with him. In that terrifying moment, life hung in the balance.

As the world dimmed around him, Alex's thoughts turned introspective. He pondered the tragic trajectory his life had taken, filled with unfulfilled dreams and stifled aspirations. A profound sense of sorrow washed over him. He realized that his existence had been marked by conformity and restraint, unable to embrace the desires that burned within him.

In his final moments, a poignant plea echoed within his consciousness. "Ahh, how sorrowful my life has been," he thought, his voice trailing off as he teetered on the precipice of death. "Oh, deity or force of the universe, if you exist, grant me but one last opportunity. Reincarnate me into an Eastern fantasy world, where my spirit can soar unburdened, free from the shackles of societal norms and moral constraints. I will seize this second chance with unwavering determination, living life on my own terms, heedless of any limitations."

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After Alex's last desperate plea for reincarnation, he found himself in a disconcerting state of existence. Instead of drifting into the afterlife or experiencing some divine intervention, he awoke to an endless void, cloaked in darkness, unable to move or sense anything around him. Days turned into weeks, but there were no signs of any deity or the fulfillment of his wish.

As despair began to settle in, Alex couldn't help but feel that this stagnant darkness was a form of punishment for his audacious request for freedom. Nine long months passed, and still, nothing changed. Alex's hope for reincarnation dwindled with each passing moment.

Then, suddenly, he was abruptly pulled from the abyss of darkness. He couldn't comprehend who or what had brought him out, and his eyes remained stubbornly shut. All he could hear were voices.

"Congratulations, Madam Yue, it's a healthy boy," an elderly voice declared.

"Give me my son," a youthful and melodious voice of a woman demanded, filled with love.

In his mother's arms, Alex felt the tender strokes of her hand running through his short hair, the purest manifestation of maternal affection.

"My son is so beautiful. I'm sure he will be a heartthrob in the future with his charm," Lady Yue proclaimed, her voice brimming with pride and joy.

However, their moment was interrupted by the arrival of a middle-aged man, Wang Wei, whose face was etched with worry and fatherly love.

"Yue, give me our son," he implored.

"Okay, okay, take him," Lady Yue acquiesced, carefully transferring Alex into his father's arms, mindful not to awaken the slumbering infant.

Wei, now holding his son, continued the gentle ritual of stroking his short hair, revealing his own profound paternal love.

"Yue, what should we name our son?" Wei inquired, deferring to Lady Yue as the mother and giver of birth.

After a brief contemplation, she responded, "How about Wang Liu or Wang Xu?"

"I believe Wang Liu is the best choice for our son's name," Wei decided.

"Very well, from this moment onward, our son shall be known as Wang Liu, the heir of the Wang family," Lady Yue declared, raising her voice slightly so that the servants present would be privy to the momentous occasion.

And so, amidst the warmth of their love and the anticipation of a bright future, Wang Liu began his journey as the cherished son of the Wang family, his name destined to carry the weight of legacy and aspiration.

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