The Crazy Man

{[Granted fulfilling wishes]}

"W-What!!!"

{[Detecting suitable race]}

{[WARNING no suitable race detected, requesting permission to create new race]}

{[request accepted, analyzing wishers memories for suitable race]}

{[suitable race detected, now creating race: Titans (original founder)]}

I'm to stunned to even speak. What is this, I'm dead am I not? What the hell is this. I'm just confused dammit!!!

{[Species skills: Connection to the path. Titan control. Titan creation. Memory manipulation. Anatomical manipulation. Telepathic manipulation. Titan regeneration]}

{[due to wishers request system is attempting to ask for removal of the effect {curse of Ymir} and {slave of Ymir}…}]

{[attempt to remove (slave of Ymir) has succeeded and effect has now been removed…]}

{[warning attempt to remove the effect (Curse of Ymir) has failed]}

{[beginning Reincarnation]}

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I woke up.

I didn't know how to feel about it.

I was meant to be dead wasn't I?

One does not simply wake up from death.

I was laying down on an overgrown patch of grass in a forest clearing, I was too shocked to move. That voice said something about reincarnation didn't it? and it was saying something about Ymir as well. My head started to hurt from thinking about it too much.

I held my head in confusion while I tried to comprehend what the heck was happening, doing so I saw something that stopped me in my tracks.

My hand. it was small and childlike. I felt my face and it felt the same, small, and young. Unlike my old decrepit body I had grown accustomed to, my body seemed to be like that of a pre pubesant teenager, it seemed that I had a second chance.

I also didn't seem to be wearing any clothes other than a thick dark robe with a hood; however, I didn't seem to feel any chills from the cold from the wind.

I stood up from my resting position and analyzed my surroundings.

It was quite and desolate with nothing but the wind blowing the grass. Around me stood large trees and a cleared dirt path that curved out of my vision. My eyesight was shockingly good for someone of my age and I'm pretty sure I could see the in the darkest parts of the forest.

I saw no option other than to follow the dirt path as it was the only pathway that seemed to lead to civilization.

I stumbled down the dirt path still getting used to this new body, obviously I am not getting the hang of it quick enough as I suddenly tripped and with my arms not moving fast enough to save me I fell right onto my chin.

Amazingly I didn't seem to feel a thing I open my eyes stunned; steam seemed to be rising from where I landed on it. reminding me of something that the voice in that void said to me.

"No way", I whispered to myself, my voice now sounded like that of around a 13- to 14-year-old. Was I actually a titan like that weird voice said? It would make sense wouldn't it? I mean, I was already reincarnated so who's to say the other things the voice said weren't wrong.

I stood up from where I fell and decided against attempting to try anything with my seemingly new powers until I reached civilization. After all I don't know anything about my surroundings.

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time skip = 4 hours

This road was long that was for sure. on the way I had found a lake that flowed the same way as the path, meaning I was probably on the right track as civilization was normally nearly always located near a water source.

I also checked my appearance in the reflection of the water. I was approximately a 13-year-old boy with long blonde hair and striking purple eyes, basically I was a gender bent version of the original Ymir further supporting my theory that I was the founding titan like that voice had told me.

Although if I am the original founder where was I reincarnated to in the first place?

My thoughts were cut short when finally, after hours of walking I saw a small looking village that seemed medieval. In my mind I had already considered the possibility that the world I was in right now was not the one I used to live in, and overall, I was not to bothered about it. I never really used that fancy technology that the younger generations used much anyway.

As I approached the village I put up my hood obscuring my face and hair.

The place seemed lively and enjoyable with most of the kids running around in the sun playing games while the parents worked or drank together. No one seemed to notice me as I walked down the streets, which I preferred anyway after all I simply wanted to observe this place to access the world I was currently in.

I tried to locate a gathering place like a bar, in order to gain information of any places to sleep tonight. After all who wanted to sleep on a dirt street.

Then, after turning a corner I saw a strange man with a wild stringy beard and ragged dirty clothes shouting at passers-by.

"THEY WILL KILL US ALL, IM TELLING YOU. THEY'LL SAIL OVER HERE AND SLAUGHTER US LIKE SHEEP!!!"

He was shouting at the people who passed by, as parents swayed their children away from the rambling homeless looking man.

It was a truly depressing sight to see, the man looked like he was in his mid-40s. He was by no means old; however, his long greasy hair and beard didn't do him any favors.

As much as I pitied the poor man right now he seemed like the wrong person to talk to at this point, after all I needed answers to where I was and not ramblings about some unidentified threat. One thing he said that garnered my interest was the mention of sailing, that meant that I wasn't located in the world of attack on titan as the island of Paradis had no idea that Marley existed. Meanwhile Marley's technological level was way above a medieval town.

As I turned to walk away to go find someone saner to talk to, I found out a fact.

I have terrible luck.

"YOU KID WITH THE HOOD" the man called to me with a wild look in his eye.