**Prologue**
Cold… Even though it's still daytime, why does my entire body feel so cold?
Ah… right… I'm… DEAD.
But how is it possible that I still have consciousness? A dead person shouldn't be able to think like this. And where am I? Is my soul still in my body? But why can I still think?
"Mag....nus…"
"Em-peror…"
Hmm? Who's calling me? It sounded like a group of voices just now, calling me "Emperor"
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Before my death, I was an emperor—not just any emperor, but a king among kings. An "Emperor among Emperors", "the Great Emperor", or as people called me, "Magnus Imperator". I was the ruler of this world, the one who governed it all. For centuries, I ruled this world. But… maybe due to the limits of age? I couldn't remain here any longer. Even my doctors and I were baffled at how I managed to live for centuries despite being just an ordinary human.
From that direction… It feels like someone is calling me. For some reason, I feel drawn to the faint light amidst the darkness that surrounds me. I move toward the light, and as I emerge, I find myself before a massive crowd. Or rather, a massive crowd gathered near my coffin. Leaders from across the globe have come to witness my passing. Hundreds of thousands of important figures from every corner of the world are attending my funeral.
Is my death truly this mourned? I feel slightly moved.
"Ughhh, Emperor… Why… Why did you leave this world behind…?" I hear a sobbing voice from someone attending the funeral.
"Magnus… Huaaa… Magnus… I… I can't live in this world without you…" Another voice crying out reaches me.
Who are these people? Why can't I see or remember clearly who they are? But honestly, I feel a bit touched hearing so many people weeping over my departure.
Just as I process these emotions, my soul begins to fade, like particles of light dissolving into the air. I'm not foolish enough to ask what's happening to me. At this moment, I realize that… I…
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... AM DISAPPEARING.
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Or so I thought.
But after what felt like an endless void of darkness, I returned to the world. But… is this the same world? Is this the concept of reincarnation often portrayed in comics and novels? I always thought it was just a fairy tale.
I have been reborn. More precisely, I've reincarnated as a baby. Yet, I still vividly remember all the knowledge and skills I accumulated in my previous life as an emperor.
To be honest, I'm tired of being an emperor.
BUT WHAT'S THIS? HAHAHAHAHA!
Did you expect me to say I want to live peacefully, avoid standing out, hide my power, and all that nonsense you often see in cowardly and foolish comic and novel characters? Me? The man who bore the title "Magnus Imperator"? That's utter nonsense.
I've been born into a new world, and once again, I will dominate it! To hell with the cowardly ideals of those idiotic characters who shy away from the spotlight.
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~~Prologue End~~
~~To Be Continued~~