CHAPTER-1

**WISDOME'S SECOND BIRTH**

"Beep,beep….., what is his heart rate" panicking, "His heart rate is 40 bpm and reducing,sir " , "we must stop the bleeding, hurry up and get me the tools" . " Its useless sir he is already dead".

In the liminal space between existence and oblivion, Jack William found himself standing before a god, a figure wrapped in celestial light. Jack, stoic and composed, regarded the god with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality.

"So, I'm dead," Jack stated with a calm certainty, more an observation than a complaint.

The god, slightly uneasy under Jack's piercing gaze, nodded. "There was an error. I offer you a second chance at life in another world."

Jack, without missing a beat, replied, "I assume you've rectified your mistake."

The god, hesitant, acknowledged the error. As negotiations ensued, Jack outlined his conditions with a methodical precision. "Return my memories at the age of two. Ensure my intellect remains intact. No divine interference in the affairs of my new life."

The god, recognizing Jack's formidable intellect, agreed to the terms. Jack descended into a new world, a baby born with the silent gaze of someone who carried the weight of knowledge beyond infancy.

Years passed, and Jack's cognitive faculties matured far beyond his physical age. At the age of two, memories of a past life flooded his consciousness. Unfazed, he observed the new world with a detached curiosity, as if solving a cosmic puzzle.

In the magical tapestry of Adrian's rebirth, the threads of destiny wove a story that unfolded within the enchanting walls of his home. His mother, Elara, a powerful mage, became not only the guardian of arcane secrets but also the source of warmth and guidance in his newfound life.

As Adrian delved deeper into the intricacies of magic, his bond with Elara grew stronger. Their days were adorned with the shared laughter of the marketplace, the rustling of ancient tomes in Elara's study, and the harmonious hum of magic that resonated through their home.

The market remained a vibrant hub of magical activity, and Elara and Adrian traversed its mystical lanes with familiarity. The neighbors, enchanted by Adrian's precocious intellect and Elara's affable demeanor, greeted them warmly. Conversations flowed freely, weaving a sense of community that embraced the mother and son.

Amidst the magical trinkets and mystical artifacts, Elara guided Adrian through the market's wonders. "Adrian, each of these items tells a story, a tale of magic waiting to be unraveled. As a mage, it's crucial to understand the essence of every enchantment."

Adrian absorbed his mother's teachings with an insatiable curiosity. His keen intellect, honed by the knowledge of his previous life, allowed him to grasp the nuances of magical theory effortlessly. Conversations between them became a dance of shared wisdom, a synergy of two souls bound by the alchemy of familial bonds.

As they returned home, Elara prepared a potion, its bubbling concoction filling the air with aromatic herbs and magical essences. Adrian, intrigued by the alchemical art, observed with rapt attention. "Mother, how do you infuse the potion with magic?"

Elara, her hands moving with practiced grace, explained the delicate process. "Magic, Adrian, is the catalyst that binds the mundane and the mystical. It's about understanding the essence of each ingredient and harmonizing them with the threads of arcane energy."

The room echoed with the rhythmic cadence of their conversation, a melodic exchange between a mother sharing the secrets of her craft and a son absorbing the nuances of magical alchemy.

Days turned into weeks, and Adrian's clandestine studies continued in Elara's study room. The ancient tomes became companions in his quest for knowledge. Unbeknownst to Elara, Adrian spent hours immersed in the ancient scripts, deciphering the runes and absorbing the essence of magic.

Sound effects of turning pages and the soft glow of enchanted candles filled the air as Adrian uncovered the mysteries of spellcasting and incantations. He crafted his own formulas, blending the principles of physics from his past life with the arcane energies of his current existence.

One day, after three years of discreet learning, the dormant mana core within Adrian pulsed with life. Elara, sensing the sudden surge, hurried into the chamber to find her son, Adrian, standing amidst a subtle cascade of magical particles.

"Adrian, what... How did you awaken your mana core?" Elara's voice wavered between surprise and bewilderment. It was a rare occurrence for a child to manifest such magical prowess at the tender age of five, especially when most awakened at the age of twelve.

Adrian met his mother's gaze with an earnest expression, his eyes reflecting an ancient wisdom that seemed beyond his years. "I... I don't know, Mother. It just happened."

Elara, a seasoned mage who had witnessed many arcane phenomena, pondered the mystery that unfolded before her. Her maternal instincts intermingled with the instinctual curiosity of a mage, and after a moment of contemplation, she took a steadying breath.

"Well, it seems destiny has woven an intriguing tale for you, my son," Elara finally said, her voice a blend of acceptance and wonder. "Let us unravel this mystery together."

The room echoed with the resonance of their shared understanding. In the ensuing days, Elara guided Adrian through the intricacies of magic, not merely as a mother but as a mentor unraveling the arcane potential within her son.

Conversations between them became a dialogue of magical discovery. They explored the origins of the mana core, the intricacies of channeling magical energies, and the art of spellcasting. Elara, her initial surprise transformed into maternal pride, marveled at Adrian's innate grasp of magical principles.

"Adrian, you possess a rare connection to the arcane, an affinity that surpasses conventional understanding," Elara explained. "Your awakening at this age is unprecedented, but it signifies a unique path in your magical journey."

Adrian absorbed his mother's teachings with a thoughtful demeanor, his childhood curiosity blending seamlessly with the profound awareness of his past life. As they delved into magical theory and practical applications, the room resonated with the subtle symphony of mana manipulation.

Elara, realizing the potential within Adrian, encouraged him to explore the boundaries of his magical abilities. They ventured into the expansive grounds surrounding their home, a space where the ethereal energies of nature intertwined with the arcane currents.

"Adrian, feel the mana around you. Embrace its essence and let it guide you," Elara instructed, her hands gesturing in harmonious patterns.

Adrian, attuned to the mystical energies, closed his eyes and focused. The air stirred with magical currents as nature responded to his innate connection. Leaves rustled, and a soft breeze carried whispers of the arcane through the ancient trees.

Conversations between mother and son expanded beyond the confines of their home, becoming a dialogue with the very elements that comprised the magical realm. Elara, witnessing the synergy between her son and the forces of nature, marveled at the unprecedented journey they were embarking upon.

Days turned into weeks, and Adrian's magical prowess continued to evolve. He, guided by Elara's wisdom and fueled by the fusion of his past life's knowledge, developed a deep understanding of magic that surpassed his tender age.

In a pivotal moment, Elara witnessed Adrian creating his first spell, a manifestation of both his innate abilities and the insights gained from his previous existence. The room crackled with magical energy as a luminescent orb formed in Adrian's outstretched hands.

"Mother, watch!" Adrian exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Elara observed, awe-struck, as the orb hovered in the air, radiating a gentle glow. The room seemed to embrace the magical creation, and in that moment, the bond between mother and son transcended the ordinary, becoming a testament to the extraordinary journey they shared.

Conversations between them delved into the nuances of spellcraft, as Adrian, guided by Elara's expertise, refined his magical creations. The room echoed with the sound of incantations and the soft hum of arcane energies, an alchemical symphony that marked the blossoming of Adrian's magical potential.