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An 8-year-old boy with memories of the 22nd century from a star called Earth, now living in a world where.....
The sun cast a warm, golden hue across the landscape, bathing the forests, meadows, and mountains in its gentle embrace.
This realm was unlike any on Earth; it thrummed with a deep, ancient magic that seemed to breathe life into every corner of the world.
The sky was a vibrant blend of azure and lavender, where majestic winged beasts soared gracefully, their calls echoing across the peaks.
In this world, power was not determined by wealth or status alone but by the spirit, one could awaken.
Spirit beasts creatures born of raw energy and Beast egg or Beast's soul were coveted and revered. These beings, once bonded with a human or any of the other sentient races, could amplify their partner's abilities, forming a symbiotic relationship that defined the balance of power.
Spirit eggs, scattered across the lands, were treasures fiercely sought after.
Each egg held potential, a chance to hatch a beast of incredible might or subtle wisdom. To the untrained eye, these eggs appeared as smooth normal eggs, some were stone-like orbs, and some blended with nature and became a part of them.
But to those with magic coursing through their veins, they shimmered faintly with an otherworldly glow, hinting at the life within.
Often Beast fight to death with one another for leadership or territorial land to rule.
In the death fight when a beast dies, sometimes they become the beast's soul and it can bond with other beasts leave like a parasite, or form a contract with other Races.
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Fowad Benit a human who used to live on Earth star in the 22nd century. Died by a falling building kun gets reincarnated in a fallen Nobel family.
Fowad Benit sat cross-legged on the mossy ground in a secluded glen, the cool earth grounding him as he focused on the ancient symbols drawn before him.
At just eight years old, Fowad possessed a gaze far more intense than any child his age. There was a knowingness in his emerald eyes, a depth that spoke of years and experiences unfathomable to those around him.
And indeed, it was true; for though his body was that of a child, his soul carried the memories of a life lived on Earth star, a world of the science and technology where no magic exists.
He had been an ordinary man once, swallowed by the mundane routines of an existence tethered to logic and science.
He remembered the towering metal cities, the relentless hum of machines, and the skies smudged with pollution. It was a place where belief in the mystical was scoffed at, and legends were confined to the pages of old books.
But here, everything was different. Here, magic was not only believed but lived.
The Benit family, once a formidable name among the human clans, now languished in obscurity. Their manor, once resplendent with banners of red and gold, stood weather-worn and silent, its halls echoing only with whispers of the past.
They live in the village as a common people near a dangerous forest. Fowad's father, Sadi Benit, bore the weight of their lost legacy with quiet resolve. The man's shoulders, broad from years of labor, were bent from an invisible burden a burden he shared only with his son.
"Focus, Fowad," Sadi's voice came, rich and deep. It startled the boy out of his reverie. The man stood at the edge of the clearing, his silhouette strong against the backdrop of the forest. Sadi's dark hair, streaked with silver, was tied back, and his sharp features carried a solemn expression. "
If you are to awaken your spirit, you must first attune yourself to the world around you. Breathe with it. Let its rhythm guide you."
Fowad nodded, pushing aside the wave of nostalgia that often threatened to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes and let the sounds of the glen seep into him the sound of leaves, the distant chirp of birds, and the low hum of magic that seemed to pulse beneath the surface.
He had done this countless times over the past few years, yet each attempt brought him no closer to hatching his spirit egg.
His Father Sadi Benit only able to save Fowad and before he left he took their family legacy a spirit egg which passed down by generations. Their ancestors told them this egg would only hatch when someone with the fate to change the world was born.
Fowad's father's only hope is now if somehow Fowad is able to hatch the egg we can rebuild our family and free our family members from the clutches of evil.
He glanced at the small egg nestled in the crook of his arm.
Unlike the brilliant eggs prized by the wealthy, this one was a muted, unremarkable grey, almost as if it held no magic at all.
But Fowad knew better; he sensed a quiet power within it, slumbering, waiting.
"Patience," he whispered to himself, repeating the mantra Sadi had taught him.
He reached deep, not just into the well of his young body's power but into the echoes of his past life memories of algorithms, logical strategies, and the mechanical precision of Earth.
He attempted to merge them with the fluidity and unpredictability of this realm's magic, creating an approach that was uniquely his own.
"Why does it come so easily to others?" he muttered, frustration coloring his tone.
Sadi's expression softened, and he approached, placing a calloused hand on Fowad's shoulder. "You are different, my son. You carry the weight of our family. It is not a gift, but also a challenge.
The path to awakening your spirit will be unlike any other. But know this when you do, it will change everything."
There was a pause as if Sadi wanted to say more but held back. Instead, he stood and gestured for Fowad to rise. "Come, let's head back.
The forest grows restless as dusk approaches, and there are rumors of rogue beasts prowling beyond the western ridge."
Fowad complied, clutching the egg to his chest as he followed his father through the dense undergrowth.
The sky darkened, stars pricking the canvas above like shards of glass, their cold light reflecting the mysteries this world held.
And within the shadows, unseen eyes followed them, a silent reminder that secrets and dangers often lay in wait...
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