Transmigration :

Altaïr is his name. Son of parents who were strict in their upbringing but loving in their intentions. He spent his studies as an invisible student, in other words, in the average. He did not stand out for his mediocrity but neither for his superiority. Normality remained his daily life, being in the ranks, keeping his opinion to himself and giving the words that those who believe they dominate him want to hear.

This is his daily life, his flight from problems.

His time ? He spends it reading the stories of the world's greatest warriors. The Aztecs, the Mongols, the Romans, the Franks and, those they preferred, the samurai. He often imagined himself holding a katana or a spear, fighting with bravery and honor, without fear of death and being a figure of legend.

But his body, also average, has never been his strong point.

His emotions, his sensations, his reactions, his sensitivity on the other hand were all above average. He felt an event stronger than his neighbour, the pepper in his mouth had the spiciness of hot pepper, he could anticipate a few seconds in advance following an action and he reacted more strongly to situations either sad or happy or other.

Like every human he felt love. A gorgeous girl, with brown hair that contrasted sharply with her ocean blue eyes. A fine nose tracing its beautiful curve on his face. He was also dotted with pretty freckles that extended to the highest point of his cheeks.

Her smile bewitched him, hypnotized me. Prisoner at first sight, she was like an angel who struck down her dreary, insipid daily life and prisoner of an impossible dream in this modern world.

What a mistake he was making at the time to believe, to imagine that she could be his but his passion prevailed over his reason.

His heart was already taken by a popular boy who many of us would dream of looking like. Jealousy, anger, sadness consumed his heart. His emotions many times stronger in him than in others clouded his mind. Every day, every night, every moment, every moment he thought of her and shared with her what was forbidden to her.

For adults, teenage love affairs are not serious, easy to recover from, yet if they had seen the mark, the impact that this dating violence had inflicted on his mind, they would have been shocked.

The period of depression that followed caused him to miss his studies. Mediocrity has caught up with its normality. He had to leave school without going to higher education, doing odd jobs to support himself. His parents after noticing that he was leaning towards the path of the poor tramp abandoned him to focus on his much brighter sisters. He who thought them loving.

Until that day, in the year of his 24th birthday, while everyone was thinking that it would be a day of trouble like the others, an event changed everything.

Back to present:

"ALTAÏR! THE RENT IS FOR WHEN?"

Startled, he looks up and sees this old concierge, embittered and not very smart on the edges, who thinks only of her money and herself.

"Tonight old crone" he replied before fleeing, his bag slung over his shoulder, towards his place of work as a postman.

After walking for a while he sees his workplace. Altaïr then enters through the back door, puts the pile of letters he has to distribute today in his bag and then heads for the place where the bicycles, essential tools for his distribution, are stored.

Arriving in this tiny garage or bike rack, Altaïr noticed that his was missing, the broken padlock resting on the floor.

"Who is the **** who dared"

Frustrated, he went back to the exit of the small garage. It seems that the distribution of the day will be done on foot.

Five large neighborhoods to do, it will take him 3 hours longer than usual. Annoyed, he accepts his fate.

"Rue du Petit Gros, here I am. What a weird name."

Coming down this oddly named street, He got to work. A mailbox, two mailboxes, fifteen mailboxes...

"****** long street!!"

After his twentieth mailbox, he took a little break. In front of him, was the last mailbox of this filthy street, but to get there you have to cross a fairly wide road and very busy with people and cars. Don't ask why she's there, no one really knows.

He therefore waited with the other pedestrians for the traffic light to turn red. Most of the people around him are on their phone or chatting with someone else. Altaïr saw a single mother whose unruly children had fun making life difficult for her.

She had three children aged between 6 and 9 and an infant in a Thumbelina.

"I would never have children. Dirty kid. He said seeing how much mental stress they were putting on him.

One of the children, a little girl more precisely, escapes the vigilance of the mother and runs straight towards the road.

The overwhelmed mother realizes this fairly quickly, but too late. A blazing red car, launched at full speed, is heading straight for the young girl. Approximately and according to Altaïr's estimate, it would say seven seconds before impact.

"I really have horrible thoughts"

Not knowing how he did it or why he did it but he managed to get to the road pretty quickly, push this young girl out of the way of the impact and see the car smash into him with no possibility of to dodge..

"Shit" was his only word.

For all those who are frightened by death, know that apart from the slightly unpleasant feeling of getting hit by a car in the middle of your body, feeling your bones shattered violently and seeing your organs spill out on the road, it's is quite nice.

Death is a release.

"Adios crappy life" and the bottomless black tunnel sucked him in. He lay lifeless on this tarred, dirty road, his face full of regret.

Yet it seemed that was not the end of the road for him. The dark tunnel actually had a bottom. Reaching that light, Altaïr blinked.

A woman in her thirties and a bearded man are at his side, looking at him as if he were gold.

"Gaaaaaga..."

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Altaïr tried to speak but what came out of his mouth were inaudible and incomprehensible sounds. He looks down and to his dismay...

" I'm a baby ! »

"How did this happen??? Why am I in this infant's body???"

In a state of dismay, the baby that he was and had just been born did not cry. The bearded man and the pretty lady looked at each other and frowned.

"Esmeralda, why isn't he crying? Is he sick? Is he malformed or does he have a problem??" the one who seemed to be my new mother asked another woman in the room.

This woman in nurse's uniform, with hair and eyes black as darkness who seemed to be named Esmeralda approached D'Altaïr still confused. She took it from her "mother's" gentle arms, turned it around like an object of curiosity. He was so tossed around that if he had known how to speak he would have said two or three words to that imbecile.

"No, no problem, other cases like this have already arisen here and it's very easy to settle all that," she said, looking at my parents.

She put him face down on her knees and slapped him hard on the buttocks.

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Surprised by the pain, Altaïr felt the tears flow unconsciously.

"You see it's not that hard"

"Not so hard???? Wait till I grow up and give it back to you a hundredfold. »

Relieved to see me cry like all the other babies my parents thanked this stupid witch and walked her to the door of the hospital room.

"Ahhh Rudith, it's been a real stressful day," the bearded man said to my mother.

"Speak for yourself Meth, it's still me who gave birth and suffered all the pain, you just watched, camel go"

With a slightly ashamed face, my father is silent.

"Well, we know who holds the reins in the couple. thought Altaïr

He often noticed in his previous life that women often run the family life.

"I have to say they are quite scary when they want to be, my butt is proof of that..."

For the first time in a long time, he felt loved again, safe again in the arms of this new mother. In his still not very big body, glued against his mother's very warm chest, an immense comfort invaded him. It was so pleasant that he let out a gasp of contentment.

"OOOh Meth did you see that little bundle of joy for the first time in his life?"

Contemplating the graceful face of his mother who smiled at him and the surly face of his father who had just arrived hurriedly after my mother's words, Altaïr fell asleep thinking that this second chance might be a treat.

But he was not at the end of his surprises...

A year passed, Altaïr quickly learned to speak and walk.

Not knowing why, it was easy for him to learn their language and their writing which was totally different from his old world.

During this year, however, he has not learned much about this new world. Being strangely similar to his from the little he saw of it, he didn't ask himself more questions than that.

Serious mistake.

Tall as a stool, Altaïr had grown quite a bit during that year. Running like a little rascal who only does stupid things, he tripped over a carpet, gliding before falling flat on his stomach in a small boom on the floor.

"Aie Aie Aie, carpet ******"

Insulting the last five generations of the carpet, Altaïr ends up raising his head. In front of him was a mirror. After a year he finally saw himself.

Little sprouts of black hair on her baby skull, silvery gray eyes like the moon, bouncy cheeks due to her young age and a face so cute it melts any of these ladies.

"AHAHAHA wait ladies of this world, the most beautiful is on its way, I'm going to lift my skirts, I'm telling you!"

While Altaïr fantasized like Narcissus in front of his reflection, a strident alarm sounded.

"EVACUATION OF AREA D, FORMATION OF AN ESTIMATED GOLD RANK RIFT WITH A FLAIL RANK LEADER, REINFORCEMENTS ARE ARRIVING, PLEASE MOVE TO THE SAFETY AREAS PROVIDED FOR THIS PURPOSE"

A deafening noise resounds and roars so powerful that on the Earth, an earthquake of magnitude 7 would have been caused.

My father burst into the room, took baby Altaïr in his arms and ran towards the exit. his wife was already waiting for them at the entrance.

Point of view of the military base of zone D:

The soldiers with exemplary discipline, practicing movements repeated thousands of times exactly for this kind of situation, were busy getting to the front in zone D as quickly as possible. In a microphone the commander of this base ordered:

"Squads, D-area grids, no monsters must get past you or disaster will strike. I don't want any monsters outside of the encirclement! IS THAT CLEAR??"

"YES CHIEF" answered the 20,000 soldiers from rank 1 to 5 stars.

"Don't worry about the Scourge grade monster, a special squad will be sent to deal with it, your role is to exterminate each of these damn monsters and protect the remaining civilians who are stuck or unable to get through. escape"

"YES SIR"

"GO GO GO GO, NO MORE TIME TO WASTE"

"CHIEF YES CHEF" and the tide of soldiers fanned out to surround the monster overrun area.

Altaïr's point of view:

A flying monster spreading its long tentacles ending in razor-sharp blades blocked the way for Altaïr and his two parents.

"WTF, what is this thing???? Since when do monsters like this exist?" he thought.

"Altaïr will you stay behind with mom while I take care of it?"

His father has absolutely nothing to defend himself with, neither firearms nor bladed weapons.

"Is he just looking for death or what?" »

He lifted his baby skull to look at his mother and to his amazement she wasn't worried.

"Don't worry honey, your dad is a pretty strong soldier in the army"

" BUT ???? Even though he's pretty strong, going bare-handed against that thing is killing himself and that monster will come for us after. Just imagining having my throat slit by that thing sends shivers down my spine. »

However his father raises a hand, palm towards the sky and a big ball of fire which warmed the atmosphere of a blow, comes out and floats above his palm.

MAGIC ???????????