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What?! I am the Reincarnation of the Magi King?!

Currently injured. As soon as i can use my arms again i shall resume writing. *Update: have two slipped discs with one pressing on my nerve root as well as arthritis. Will require surgery. Surgery March 12th* It’s Dax’s first year at the prestigious Excelsior Academy and he is excited to attend. As is the tradition of the school every student that attends are granted nanites that will give them access to a vast network of strength and strange abilities that they could only dream of before. However, the gifting of these nanites to Dax does not go well, and he is placed in the lowest class. His happy day was ruined, not to mention his future. The bottom class of the academy is expelled at the end of the year. Will Dax be able to get enough points for his class to stay secure? Or will he find a way to exit a doomed class? Do his constant nightmares have anything to do with his current problems? Well of course they do you read the title. Shouldn’t be hard to piece two and two together at this point. So go read. This is a tale of an overpowered magic user reborn into a realm of science and technology. Although it is the same fantasy world, he once lived… Just far into the future. Please vote with your powerstones! This work is entered into the fantasy carnival and needs your support!

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Weird Dreams Are Just Weird... Or are They?

As Dax went to bed, Helen placed a pot of Stew out for Drakie. "Here you are, you invisible dragon. Enjoy." She said.

Drakie, who had been waiting patiently, dug right in. He absolutely loved the delicate flavors of the stew. It quickly became his new favorite food, although he still loved pancakes too and looked forward to his pancakes in the morning.

As Dax slept, he felt his body get cold, ice cold. He opened his eyes from the discomfort. What he saw shocked him. He was floating in the void of space. He could see stars and nebulae in the distance as he just helplessly floated. Unlike his other visions, he did not feel himself to be someone else. He was himself.

He attempted to move but none of his limbs responded.

"Little soul lost in the mana." A whispered voice called out to him. He had no idea from where, as the only thing he could see was space. "You are the one who will herald the return of what was lost."