Opening his eyes, Jester faced the new world for the last time.
Born a few seconds ago, he couldn't hold back his tears.
His every sense was weakened, making it hard to perceive the surrounding space.
Though he could see the system messages.
«Archetype System V0.5»
«Reward: Bonus Skill Based On Your Archetype.» 'Damn, it's empty,' the child, barely opening his eyes, had to figure out the concealed system. It was dry, with no collected data, except for the mission asking him to obtain an archetype. He had never seen anything like it in his previous 12 lives. Despite being in a foreign and unprecedented situation, he came to terms with it and decided to wait until he grew up. It was fast, but he had lived many strange lives, and his thought process had changed. As his hearing returned, he stopped crying and heard several women chattering. He could speak over twenty languages and was fluent in most of them. The language he heard now was completely foreign, yet he could still comprehend it. It was as if he was listening to a translation. "Lisa, have you thought of a name for your boy?" someone asked his mother, to whom the boy turned his attention. She was a young woman with short black hair and a soft, friendly expression. She looked tired, and pain lingered on her face, but she thought about her son with incredible happiness. "Baki and I agreed on the name Jung, and we like the way it sounds." Then, she looked at her son and kissed him on the forehead. 'Guess my name is Jung now,' the boy thought, accepting the new name as easily as his mother's peck. He was a professional reincarnator and had changed so many parents that the entire process lost any signs of awkwardness. The name Jung was immediately added to the system's list, and each subsequent change would be recorded just as easily. As her supportive friends and his mother admired the baby, the door abruptly opened. First, snow and wind entered, followed by a young man with tears in his eyes. Baki, Jung's father, struggled to speak, his emotions overwhelming him. He looked at his wife, and then his son, tears rolling down his cheeks but still smiling. "Are you okay?" he asked his wife and cuddled his son. "Yes, yes, I'm okay," Lisa answered, her eyes welling with tears of joy. "You are too heavy," she laughed and pushed Baki's muscular body. The man obeyed his wife and looked at his offspring. He was a dark-haired young man with a stern, sharp face, yet his expression was so cheerful it seemed beyond his nature. "Hello, little Jung, I'm your daddy." Caressing his son's fingers, he tended to his small, delicate body. "And this is your great mommy. It's thanks to her you were born so healthy and strong." 'I like this guy,' Jung thought, looking at his father with unaccustomed eyes. He had never heard such dialogue and could already tell he was in a good family. Then his body ran out of energy, and he wanted to sleep. They led him to Lisa because it was important for a child to feel his mother's embrace for his first sleep. Jung slept soundly, unbothered by his new life or the alien system. A few hours later, he woke up hungry. The boy didn't hesitate and immediately started wailing, waking his parents, who were hugging each other. As his lips touched milk, he pooped and fell asleep right away—a routine he refined in his first few days. His moments of wakefulness were so few and short that for a week after birth, Jung heard practically nothing about the world. The following week, his energy increased a little. Although his passive days were spent eating, sleeping, or pooping, he gained a few extra hours to listen to his parents talk. He made numerous discoveries just by observing them. In this world, an archetype was a defining trait assigned from birth that shaped an individual's power, skills, and temperament, shaping their role and potential. Baki represented the Lover Archetype and was classified as a V tier. How to Unleash or develop the archetype was still inexplicable to Jung. But he could clearly remember his past life as a Lover Archetype. It was his original existence before his reincarnations even started. He lived on Earth, leading a peaceful life, and fell in love for the first and last time. As for his mother, she was the Sage Archetype, representing the same tier. Jung didn't forget his sage days, either. Randomly selecting an archetype, he tried to explain his uniqueness. Of course, he found no success in it. Then, one time, he saw how Baki cured Lisa's fatigue just by speaking to her. Guessing that this ability belonged to the Lover Archetype, he saw colourful patterns dancing around his parents. A few months later, the same thing happened when Lisa was reading a book, and he saw beautiful particles floating towards her as if the knowledge itself indicated her progress. Soon, such sights were no longer unfamiliar to Jung. He discovered people were born with archetypes and usually began unleashing them at age 10. Each person was given a specific one, and as a rule, it was impossible to change. 'I don't have one because I have already gone through every archetype?' He thought, wishing to grow up quickly to study this fascinating world. It seemed monsters were dropping special items called pills, and they could strengthen archetypes. Jung was two years old when his sister Elara was born, marking a life-changing moment even for him. Elara was an albino, with white hair and light eye pigment. However, the child was courageous and energetic, maybe even more than Jung, but according to the doctors, she wouldn't live past 20. Her albinism wasn't at fault. The specialist said Elara had a rare disease, and albinism was one of its manifestations. She would need help from her archetype, not external forces but internal ones, meaning saving her life was in her own hands. Even though Jung had experienced twelve lifetimes, he had never had a sibling before. Being an older brother was new to him, which made him as attentive as his parents. At age two, Jung spoke fluently, and he could also have witty and cunning conversations, constantly pranking Baki. 'Time passes slowly,' he thought bitterly, looking at Elara happily. The sleeping girl was the creature Jung wanted to protect at all costs. Still, he was bored. Three years had never passed so slowly, and who knew how many more it would take for him to unleash the archetype? Maskera wasn't a safe planet, and it resembled Earth right after the Middle Ages. The situation about monsters was worse than he initially thought. He lived in a peaceful city, yet no one felt completely safe. The world was covered with monsters, and survival wasn't for the weak. "Why doesn't it work? How do I unlock the archetype?" Jung said wistfully as he flipped through the illustrated pages. [To Get The Archetype, You Have To Kill The Corresponding Archetype!] This was the voice of a woman Jung heard in the dark space after his death. He didn't think he'd ever hear an answer from the system and was quite surprised. "Wait, you can talk?"