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Transcendence: A Father's Second Chance

Marcus Branford was once a revered general, known for his victories on the battlefield and feared by his enemies. But in his final moments, he was betrayed by his closest friend, General Reinar Vandel, and left to die with nothing but regret weighing on his soul. He had devoted his entire life to war, sacrificing love, family, and peace in his quest for power and glory. In his dying breath, Marcus is offered a chance for redemption—a second life, free from the bloodshed and destruction he once embraced. He awakens as Elias Marlowe, a mild-mannered scholar and father of two in a peaceful village far from the ravages of war. Now living the life of a man who has struggled to connect with his wife and children, Marcus must learn to navigate a new world filled with love, responsibility, and the consequences of choices made before he arrived. But this second chance comes with challenges. As Elias, Marcus must rebuild relationships he never truly earned, all while grappling with his inner demons and violent past. His wife, Clara, harbors long-buried pain, and his children, Kael and Sylvie, hardly know the man he has become. Slowly, Marcus realizes that this new life requires a different kind of strength—one that has nothing to do with swords and warfare, but everything to do with healing the heart. Can a man born for battle learn the ways of a peaceful life? And will the shadows of his past allow him to protect this new family, or will history repeat itself in a different form? Transcendence: A Father's Second Chance is a story of redemption, love, and the difficult path to truly becoming the man—and father—one is meant to be.
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Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
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