The sparkling lights of the city of Nusantara stretched as far as the eye could see, like sparkling stars at night. The city that never sleeps is filled with dreams and hopes that continue to shine, tirelessly. In the midst of the glittering city, a luxury car drove quietly across a quiet road, through the silent night.

Inside the car, a twelve-year-old boy sat in the back seat, his gaze blankly staring out the window. His name was Aldric Putra Aztono, the heir to a wealthy family renowned throughout the country. His life was filled with luxury, love, and attention from his parents—Adhitama Aztono, a successful businessman, and Syarah Utami, a famous philanthropist. Although his family was full of love, tonight Aldric was lost in his own thoughts, as if he was piecing together memories from their family vacation that had just ended.

"What's wrong, honey?" His mother's soft voice, Syarah, brought him out of his reverie. Aldric turned his head slowly, seeing his mother's warm smile that always calmed his heart.

"No, it's nothing, Mom," Aldric answered with a faint smile, although it was clear that something was bothering his mind.

"Didn't you enjoy our holiday today?" his mother asked again, her tone full of concern.

Before Aldric could answer, his father, Adhitama, turned his head from behind the wheel for a moment, glancing at Aldric through the rearview mirror. "Don't worry Mom, son. Instead of daydreaming, why don't you open the box next to you?"

Aldric glanced at the small box lying on the chair beside him. A neat gift box, inviting curiosity. However, before he could reach for it, his father's cell phone rang. Adhitama, who was focused on driving, answered the call quickly, his voice turning serious as he spoke to his business partner.

With curiosity slowly growing, Aldric opened the box. Inside, was a brand-new game console, a model that had not even been released to the public yet.

"Wow... this is it?" Her eyes widened, her face lit up with joy.

"That's right," his father replied, still busy with a call on his cell phone. "It's from Grandpa, a gift to apologize for not being able to join us today."

In an instant, Aldric's world felt perfect. The console in his hand was something he had wanted for a long time, and his grandfather's kindness always managed to make him smile. He forgot the anxiety that had previously haunted his mind, and immediately played the game console with the game he had been waiting for. Making Aldric drown and focus on the game.

However, Aldric did not know that today was the day when that happiness would not last long.

Suddenly, the loud sound of screeching brakes shattered the tranquility of the night. It was followed by a crash of metal so loud, it threw Aldric's body backward. His mother's screams echoed in his ears, and in a split second, everything changed.

Aldric's world went dark. Excruciating pain coursed through his body, but what hurt the most was the sound of his mother's cries slowly fading away, lost amidst the chaos. In the darkness that swallowed him, Aldric felt something missing from him—a loss that would change his life forever.

Aldric woke up in a pristine white hospital room, the sound of machines humming softly filling the silence. It didn't take long for the doctors to tell him what had happened. His parents... were gone, killed in a tragic accident that left him an orphan.

His world collapsed, and the funeral was a blur in his memory. Family members he barely knew came to offer condolences, but nothing could fill the void in his heart. After the funeral, Aldric was taken in by the only person who truly cared and loved him—his grandfather, Drian Den Aztono .

Drian Den Aztono is a legend in the business world, the founder of Azton Games , a gaming company that has revolutionized the entertainment industry. To the world, Drian is a tough and intelligent businessman. To Aldric, he is a new source of comfort and stability, even though the boy's heart is still filled with the sadness of losing his parents.

For years, Aldric lived under his grandfather's care, enjoying a life of luxury and comfort once again. He was pampered, even too pampered, as Drian tried to fill the emptiness Aldric felt. However, Aldric found escape in one thing: video games .

Drian always told Aldric about his ideas in making games, the storyline of the game and so on to try to entertain him. So that made Aldric very obsessed, spending hours playing games in his grandfather's studio, playing the latest releases and studying the details of game design. Drian, although strict with his business partners, but his love for his grandson made Drian very pampering. He even let Aldric sit in on meetings with developers, giving insight into the world of game making.

When Aldric turned eighteen, he was no longer just a player. Within him grew a desire to succeed in making his own game creations. He began working as a junior staff at Azton Games, determined to follow in his grandfather's footsteps. However, once again happiness did not last long to accompany Aldric.

Drian Azton died just weeks after Aldric started working at the company. His will clearly stated that Aldric was the rightful heir to both the family fortune and the company. However, soon after his grandfather passed away, his distant relatives who had been in the shadows took advantage. Using legal loopholes and underhanded tactics, they took everything that belonged to Aldric. Confused and devastated, he lost the family fortune and his position in the company.

Two Years Later

Now twenty years old, Aldric stood in front of the gates of the gaming office that he once considered his second home. His once neat and dignified suit and clothes were now worn out, and his shoes were starting to wear out, but they were the only clothes he had from his glory days. He had applied for jobs in various places in the gaming industry, trying to get back on his feet in the world that had once been his, but all the doors were firmly closed.

"Rejected… again," he muttered, staring at the letter in his hand before crumpling it up and throwing it into the nearest trash can.

His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since yesterday. Desperately, he walked through the city streets, feeling more like a shadow than a person. He found a quiet corner near a building and sat down, his back leaning against the cold, rough wall.

In his heart, a deep sadness continued to haunt him. "If reincarnation were real," he whispered to himself, "I would rather be reborn as a seed... something small and insignificant, at least I wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Just as those words were spoken, a strange sound was heard—a "Ding" like the sound of a bell rang in Aldric's ears. Startled, Aldric looked around, but the street was deserted. Then, a clear and calm voice echoed in his mind.

" Request accepted. Your kindness will never be forgotten. Processing… "

Aldric stood up, his eyes darting around looking for the source of the voice. But no one was there. "Who is speaking? Show yourself!"

Before he could think further, the sound of brakes suddenly broke the silence. A bus, out of control, was speeding towards a small child crossing the road. Without thinking, Aldric ran as fast as he could, pushing the child to safety just in time.

Pain. A searing, stinging pain took over his body as the bus slammed into him, sending him flying to the ground. He could hear the whispers of the gathering crowd, his vision starting to blur. His chest felt heavy, and his breathing was getting harder.

" Process complete. Beginning soul transfer… Searching for suitable vessel… Vessel found. Transferring soul to Askahan world. "

The voice returned, this time not just in his head, but echoing around him as his world slowly faded away.

" Welcome, seed of the great Yggdra tree, to your new life. Skills and abilities have been granted. May you grow and flourish under the shade of the world tree. "

And just like that, Aldric Putra Aztono, a child who once lived in luxury, fell into darkness, his soul moved to a new world, a new life… one that would change Askahan's destiny forever.