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Hmm? I think it's started.

Damn, what kind of feeling will I get when I get out of there? Will my head hurt a lot from being too tight in there? I-I feel it!

It...

It fucking hurts! It feels like my whole body is being squeezed from all sides! It's also this mucus that's enveloping me, it's so annoying.

Aahhhhh get me out quick, I'm going to die of discomfort.

***

In a small square house with a wooden frame and mud-brick walls, a girl in her early twenties with long black hair and bright red eyes lay on a crudely made bed. She was contentedly beautiful, but it was all spoiled by her face, filled with pain and her muffled cries. Her snow-white legs were spread, and there stood an older woman. It was obvious that the young girl was in labor.

"Come on Roe, push harder! The great goddess Hera is with us!" - The woman's face was full of concern, and her tone showed that it was the woman who really cared.

"Rgghhhhh."

"AAAAH" the young girl shouted with a pained expression on her face.

"Yes! Good for Roe! His head is already out! Harder!" - the woman said excitedly, causing the young girl, or Roe, to start pushing harder.

After a while, the woman was still able to get the boy out; when she looked at him, she could not have been shocked, for all the babies she remembered cried at birth.

"Roe, it's a boy, congratulations! But... he's not crying." the woman's face was full of confusion as she wiped the baby.

"W-what? H-he's not dead, is he?" - Roe's face went blank, knowing that her only and last child would die in childbirth.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." - Suddenly, the baby in the woman's arms was crying. The woman herself was surprised that this baby did not cry until some time later. She already knew that he was alive from his heartbeat, but she was still worried that he might be sick.

"H-he's alive." Roe sighed in relief as she looked up at the ceiling.

"He was born alive and well, Evandor." she murmured with eyes full of longing and sadness.

"I promise I will love him as much as I love you."

***

8 years later*.

"I'll start my body training at the age of 9 and start hunting all kinds of animals." mumbled a little boy with hair as black as darkness and bloodshot eyes, sitting on a big rock somewhere in the mountains.

"Mana control is already at a decent level. I need to figure out exactly how to manifest all kinds of elements somehow, because I'm already bored with using my first spell, Dissection."

It's been eight years since I was born. In all those years, I've learned a lot of information. From the way people talked about quite famous gods, I assumed that I was now in ancient Greece. The general structure of the buildings and the local technology also helped.

The most important thing I learned was the existence of magic and sorcery.

It happened by accident, when I heard the names of the gods, I sat down and tried to concentrate on some feelings. After a while, I could feel it in my surroundings...it was so strange, I can't even describe it.

I've been trying to explore this energy ever since. When I was 5 years old, I imagined raising my hand and pointing a gun at the sky, imagining that the tree would suddenly be cut into pieces.

But...

I didn't expect to feel this searing pain all over my body. It was very, very painful, as if a red-hot metal had been pressed against my skin. All this pain went away after about 10-15 minutes, and then... there was a surprising and shocking news. First, I began to feel the mana inside me, its quantity and quality. Second, I was damn well reborn in the universe of Fate!

Anime or game, novel or manga, it makes no difference, because the only thing that matters is the waifu of that franchise. What I went through was called awakening magic chains. Yes... I'm in trouble... even though I love some of the girls from here, I never wanted to be reborn in this world because no one knew when I was going to die.

Just by feeling, I can tell that my chains and their quality are no joke. In the 20th and 21st centuries, I might have been torn apart by envy of my chains and their quality.

I didn't know much about the magic of this universe, which means... now I'm a fool. I don't think I'll be noticed by any mages or anything... Chiron will take me to training and teach me how to use all these advantages. But unfortunately, I live in a really crappy place. Life in the village nestled in the mountainside was pretty... interesting.

Every day the strong men went hunting somewhere and always brought back a boar or some big hoofed animal. And a certain part of the booty was used for all sorts of rituals for the various gods to protect them.

As for my position in the village, well... things are a bit... not so good. I'm the son of a widow who lost her husband while hunting. He was attacked by a beast. The beast, as I understand it, is a monster in modern parlance. That's why my mother delayed my physical development and told me I could only train with others when I was 9. She flatly refused to let me go hunting. I'm sorry mother, I know you're throwing your love at me, but this ungrateful son will leave you because of his selfish desire to reach the throne of heroes so that he can be reborn, albeit falsely.

To get there, I always begged my mother to let me go for a walk on the mountain. So I'd come to the cliff and sit on a big rock in the lotus position, trying to understand the magic. There were results, but little. I could only send mana in the form of a line to dissect an object. Even in this realm, I had reached a level where I could dissect several dozen objects without a statute.

"Wait... I haven't even tried to create fire, and yet this is the Age of Gods... so I'm free of all those complicated chemical formulas..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT A FOOL I AM! NOW IT'S CLEAR WHAT I HAVE TO DO!" - shouted the boy or Colin excitedly.