After nine lifetimes of struggle as a powerless mortal, Arya Veyne is finally reborn into his tenth life—and this time, he awakens with something he was never granted before: **supernatural power**. In a world ruled by **magic, beasts, and ancient forces**, strength is the only law. Armed with the **memories and wisdom of his past lives**, Arya is determined to **seize his destiny**. No longer shackled by mortality, he sets out to explore this vast and mysterious realm, where **hidden dangers and legendary secrets** await at every turn. But power alone won’t keep him alive. As word of his **unusual existence** spreads, shadowy factions and **ancient beings** begin to take notice. Some seek to **ally with him**, others to **erase him** before he becomes a threat. With each battle, Arya hones his abilities, uncovering **the truth behind his reincarnations** and the greater purpose that ties him to this world. But as he ascends, so too do the challenges he must face. **Will his tenth life be his greatest era… or his final downfall?**
In a small village, there was a house crowded with people. Their faces reflected anticipation and happiness mixed with some worry. Suddenly, a baby's cry was heard from within the house. After some time, the door opened, and a woman stepped out with a smile on her face.
She turned her head and nodded at a man standing near the house. When the man saw her nod, his tense eyes glowed with happiness.
"Miss, is my child okay? And what about my wife's health?" the man asked hurriedly, his voice filled with concern. This man, with black hair and a muscular build, anxiously waited for her response.
The woman smiled and nodded. "There's no need to worry about their health. Both the mother and baby are out of danger. I should congratulate you, Chief. You've become a father!" She stepped aside, making way for him to enter the house.
Hearing the woman's words, the man's face bloomed with happiness as he entered the house. Inside, he saw a woman lying unconscious and a baby crying nearby.
The man's name was Bryan, and he was the chief of this small village. When Bryan saw his wife and child, he felt relieved. Then, his focus shifted to the baby. As Bryan looked into the baby's eyes, the little boy, who was still crying, gazed back at him, almost as though studying him in return.
Bryan stared at the baby for a moment and felt a strange sensation, as if the newborn was trying to communicate something. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head, dismissing the thought as mere imagination. How could a newborn baby do something like that? Shifting his focus back to his wife, who was in a deep sleep, he noticed her beautiful face, now calm and peaceful. Bryan sat next to her and, without waking her, gently held her hand and began pondering something.
This newborn baby was Arya. After being born into this new world, Arya realized he had found fortune in his misfortune. Perhaps luck, having long neglected him, was now offering compensation for his past struggles and giving him the opportunity to finally possess the unnatural powers he had only imagined before.
Being born was not a pleasant experience for him, but due to his unnatural wisdom, he noticed something extraordinary—the woman responsible for delivering him was using magic. At first, this realization filled him with happiness, but his wisdom soon became the second source of his awe and curiosity.
Arya still remembered the memories of his nine lives, though not fully. Some memories were clear, while others were blurry—none of which were remarkable. Each life had been filled with struggles, failures, and all the experiences of an ordinary mortal.
In his ninth life, Arya had lived on Earth, a planet where magic and power were nothing but stories. Now, with a mind full of memories but no energy or ability to speak, Arya could only cry. He wanted to ask questions and communicate, but all that came out of his mouth was the wail of a baby.
He could not understand most of what the man in front of him was saying. Obviously, everything was new to him—this life, this place, and the people around him. The only things familiar were his memories and his personality, which could be aggressive at times, loving at others, and passive when he had nothing to do.
After trying for a while, Arya gave up and stopped crying. In a way, he accepted his current helplessness. For now, he could only wait for the day when he would be able to express himself and learn about the magic that the maid had used to help him. Since he could do nothing else, he began observing his surroundings.
The place where he currently was resembled an old wooden house, but he wasn't sure if the material used to build it was actually wood—it could be something else. His mother, who was sleeping on the bed, had a face so beautiful that she looked like a mortal fairy. Even in all his previous nine lives, he had rarely seen a face like hers.
Not only her, but even the maid responsible for the delivery had looks above average—almost capable of becoming a movie star on Earth.
His father was also good-looking, but the main attraction was his aura, which was heroic. He unknowingly emitted a powerful and robust presence that displayed his strength and gave others a sense of security.
From Arya's perspective, his family seemed somewhat wealthy, but that was based on his Earthly standards. As a mortal in this world, he didn't truly know whether they were rich or not. At the very least, they could afford good food, and that was something he was sure about.