Death is both the end and the beginning.

Author Note : The story contains elements of a web novel, so it will be a crossover, but the whole story (book 1 of Library of Heaven's Mystic Path series) will takes place in Potterverse (Harry Potter universe). It will be of epic length, I hope. The first few chapters may seem slow paced but there are some details given, which will become relevant in the later chapters. The MC may seem OP but there will be lots of mystery. I will also try to minimize the number of plot holes. If you guys find any, please inform me in the review.

Disclaimer: I own neither "Harry Potter" nor "Library of Heaven's Path". They both belong to their respective author.

Summary: A nine year old Harry Potter was running from his bully of a cousin. Being cornered, in a burst of accidental magic he apparated (teleported). But unfortunately he appeared in mid air. His already depleted magic couldn't save him for second time. So he died by falling from mid air. In the limbo he met a being called "Death", who gave him the choice to return or crossover to afterlife, as he had already payed the price i.e., the soul of Voldemort (hocrux). But he chose not to return. Meanwhile in our dimensions, a man named Harold, who was in his early twenties got sucked into a spatial turbulent caused due to overlapping of realities. His physical body got torn apart but miraculously his soul remained intact, which found its way to the limbo. Death couldn't reap his soul as Harold was a living soul. So death simply sends his soul to Harry Potter's body. At the same time a system (A.I.) called Library of Heaven's path got fused with Harold's soul

Main pairing :- Harry potter (Harold)/Hermione Granger.

Other Pairings : Not decided.

Normal Speech :- "Talk."

Normal Shouting :- "SHOUT!"

Thinking'Think.'

Demonic Speech :- "Talk."

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

- by Robert Fulghum

Ch1 : Death is both the end and the beginning

In Potterverse...

It was late evening. The sun was at the horizon, shining brilliant orange. Several childrens could be seen playing in the park situated near the street prompting an old building. At the farthest corner of the park toward the building, a small but desperate running figure could be seen. His hair was quite messy, his face could not be seen due to low daylight, just his round glasses mirrored a tad of sunlight. His garments were fluttering, either due to him being skinny or the garments were too big for him to wear. He was running pretty frantically. He was being chased by a fat boy who had two other boys with with him. They were probably bullies.

The boy almost reached the end of the road. He had no other way to escape except to turn back but the bullies were behind him. He couldn't afford to stop. He was desperate. He wanted nothing more than just to vanish.

Suddenly the inherent magic within him responded to his intent to dissapear. He felt his body being squeezed inward: the next thing he knew everything went black; he was pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his ear-drums were being pushed deeper into his skull.

"Hey, Stop! you freak! I will tell mom and dad that you used your freakishness. They will just beat the freakishness out of you." The fat boy yelled while grasping for breath. He motioned the other two boys running beside him to stop. He along with his gang of bullies were baffled by seeing the small boy vanishing into thin air. His parents told him about that his cousin's freakishness but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. He was a little afraid as well.

With the small boy...

The boy appeared in the mid air. He was falling. When he opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the sight of a rapidly approaching ground. He panicked. He was scared. Anyone would be scared while tumbling from mid air. He screamed. He was loosing height rapidly. His magic couldn't react. His magical reserve had been depleted due to the erratical use of his magic earlier when he apparated in mid air, unknowingly. His whole (short) life flashed before him, as a sudden tranquility washed over him. At the last moment of his life he smiled. It was a smile of relief. He understood that he was going to die. At least he won't have to go back to his scornful home, to his terrible relatives. He shut his eyes as tears got away from his eyes, gliding upward.

With the Granger family...

There was a family of three, returning from a tour in a family car. A little girl with brown bushy hair, with a matching chocolate brown eye colour was sitting at the secondary lounge of the car. She had a round cute face. Sitting beside her was her mother who was probably in her early thirties. She looked just like an older version of the little girl except for the bushy hair. She was quite a beauty. A middle aged man was driving. His physic was average. He had a long face. He was a decent looking guy. He was humming to himself, probably singing. The mother and daughter pair were happily talking about something. Suddenly they heard a loud scream. It was coming from somewhere nearby, although it sounded like someone falling from great height. The middle aged man pushed on the brake, quite hard. The car slid a little before coming to a halt. The mother and daughter pair panicked a little.

"Did you hear that, dear?" The husband asked.

"Yes, honey. Lets see what's the matter." The woman said as she unlocked her seatbelt.

"Hermione dear. You stay on the car, okay! We will see what happened." The woman unlocked the side gate of the car.

"But mom-" She tried protesting but her protests ceased by her moms strict glare. She wanted to see what happened outside, but she understood whenever her mother had that serious look on her face, she wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

"Okay, mom." She mumbled with her head down. She was clearly sad.

The man and the woman hurriedly came out of the car. They ran toward the source if the screaming sound, they heard earlier. When they reached the source, they were greeted by a horrifying sight of a small bleeding figure on the side of the road. It was a 9 years old boy. They immediately rushed to the bleeding boy. The man checked his pulse, the boy was indeed alive but barely.

"Quickly! call an ambulance." The man said to the woman. But she beat him to it. She was already reaching for her mobile phone.

"I am already on it." She replied as she dialed the emergency line.

"Nine-nine-nine opearator. What is your emergency." A man at the other end of the phone asked politely.

"We immediately need an ambulance. We were driving home when we heard a loud scream. We got out of our car to find an unconscious boy, heavily bleeding at the side of the road. He has a severe head injury." My husband is currently trying to stop the bleeding." The Mrs. Granger asked.

"Mam, what is your current location?" The man asked.

"We are at -" Mrs. Granger paused and looked ahead, "- at Guildford Rd. Just before it meets Mount Hermon Rd."

"Ok, hold on, mam."

There was a silence for few seconds, at the other end of the phone.

"The ambulance is on its way. Can you tell me your name, mam? Is there anyone related to the boy, present there?" The man asked her.

"I am Emma Granger and my husband's name is Dan Granger. We are dentists. And no, there is no one related to the boy present here, that we can see." Mrs. Granger answered.

"Okay, it's fortunate that you people are doctors. You can do the rudimentary treatment." The man said.

"Thank you." Mrs. Granger said as she cut off the line.

She then turned toward her husband who was pressing on the boy's head to stop further blood from gushing out.

"Dear, can you please bring the first aid kit." The husband said.

"Ok." The wife said as she ran toward the car.

She opened the door located at the side of the passenger seat at the front.

"What happened, mom?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, you should be concerned about. Its just an injured boy. You just stay here okay." She lied to her daughter.

She didn't want her daughter to see such bloody sight. She might become mentally scarred.

She reached for the cupboard located in front of the gear. She opened it and found the first aid kit.

"You stay here, Okay. Don't come out of the car. I have already called the ambulance. You don't have to worry." The mother said to her daughter as she closed the door.

She then rushed to her husband who was holding the boy.

"Honey, lets sterilize the wound first. Then we to bandange it." The woman said. Holding the anti-septic solution with some cotton.

"I will hold him, you do it, you are more experienced." The woman added.

After few minutes...

"Honey, what do you think of the boy's condition?" The woman asked.

"Not good. Although I was able to stop the bleeding, the head injury is quite deep. It seems that his skull also fractured quite deeply. I don't know if he will be able to live through the experience." The man said with a solemn expression. His hands were shaking. He was praying to the god for the boy.

In another reality (author's dimension)...

A man in the early twenties was happily humming to himself as he was carrying a paper bag within which were some mangas. (A/N: Japanese comics.) His name was Harold. Suddenly his surrounding started distorting. The houses were being stretched as if it was some kind of optical illusion.

He paused and looked behind but was welcomed by a similar sight. He became scared. He didn't know what was happening. Was he see things? Did he eat something bad this morning? or was he going crazy? He rubbed his eyes but his surroundings didn't change. It became more twisted. Slowly, he could also feel that his body was being stretched. He didn't want to die. He didn't even get to finish the latest manga that he bought earlier. The next thing he knew everything went black.

In the limbo (where every reality merges)...

With Harry...

Harry had his eyes firmly closed. When he realised that he wasn't falling anymore, he slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes bright light invaded his eyes. He rubbed his eyes to adjust to the light. He noticed that he no longer had his glasses. He then stood up to see that he was in some white space stretched far in all directions. He couldn't see the end.

He noticed a vague humanoid shaped black figure approaching him in a steady pace. He also walked toward it. When he was near the figure, he noticed that it had just the basic human feature. It was missing its facial features or any hairs.

"Wh-who are you? Where am I? Am I dead?" Little Harry asked.

"I am but one of three aspect of existence that mortals calls 'Death'. I am something or someone no one living understands. I am beginning and end at the same time. You, Harry James Potter, are quite an anomaly. You are dead, at the same time you are not. You have a choice." The ghastly figure said with indifference. Its voice was a mix of both sexes.

"Wh-what! Wh-why?" Little Harry asked.

"You see, you have already paid the price to visit this place." The figure said.

"Hm?" Harry had a questioning look.

The black figure pointed his slender figure toward a small shaking creature. It looked like a skinned human with its nose missing. It was hugging its knees. Harry was quite disturbed at the sight.

"It's the soul of someone who tried transcending his mortality by mutilating his own soul." The figure said.

"Now time for your choice, Harry." The figure said with a bit firmer tone.

"What choice?" Harry asked.

"Whether you want to return or not." The black figure said.

'I am just a freak. No one loves me. I don't have anyone to return to. Maybe I will be able to meet my parents in the afterlife.' Harry thought. His face had a sad look. He didn't need to think very much to decide.

"I don't want to return." Harry said.

"Very well." The figure said as he turned away from Harry and he gestured with his right hand. After few seconds, a railway track appeared and also a train came making whistling sound (steam engine).

"You'll just have to ride the train. It will take you to your destination." The black figure said.

With Harold...

A few minutes earlier...

Harold woke up to find himself floating in a strange black space. He was feeling quite strange. He was conscious but he couldn't feel his body. He looked around and tried to see himself but couldn't. After few minutes of floating he noticed a white light coming from far. He floated towards the white light. It was like a portal. He crossed the portal without any hesitation. After crossing the portal, he reached a white space. He looked around but couldn't see the end. He randomly floated in one direction. He didn't know for how long he was floating. It was as if his natural concept of time didn't apply here.

After few moments, he noticed two vague figure talking with each other. One was tall black humanoid figure and the other one was a small boy with messy hair. He looked quite familiar but Harold couldn't clearly recognize him from that far.

He approached them as he watched the boy took the train that just appeared out of nowhere. He got a clear view of the boy and noticed that the boy was a younger version of "Harry Potter". He tried rubbing his eyes but couldn't as he didn't have any hands. After some experimentation Harold understood that his current body was some kind of sphere or cube (literally) floating in the space. He was still thinking it was some kind of hallucination. He couldn't quite believe his eyes. He didn't know if he had eyes or not but he could clearly see that meant he had some means to see or hear at least.

After the train started...

"Oh, You came. I was just waiting for you." The figure turned toward Harold and said.

"Who are you? Where am I? Is it an illusion? Am I hallucinating? Are you from reality TV shows or something?" Harold asked a barrage of question in one breath, when he realized that he didn't need to breath.

"I am one of three aspect of existence, which mortals call 'death'. We are in a place, one could call it 'limbo' in mortal tongue. Here trillions of realities merges.

It is as real as your obsession for reading stories, comics or watching movies or anime. And no it is not a TV show as you call it but it is quite real." The figure said.

"Am I dead then? and how can you talk without a mouth?" Harold asked.

"The same way you are talking. We are just projecting our thoughts at one another. And yes you are dead, at the same time you are not. You are also quite an anomaly like little Harry." The tall figure replied.

"So that was really Harry Potter. And that means that other fictions are also real?" Harold asked. He was quite curious.

"Reality is nothing but absoluteness of being. Sometimes, the existential as opposed to mere possibility, or the physical as opposed to consciousness. There are numerous possibilities or you can say that reality to a person is what that person perceives." The figure replied. There was no emotions in its voice.

"And what anomaly were you talking about?" Harold asked. He was taking everything very casually. He himself couldn't quite understand how. Maybe it was due to the strange calmness that washed over him when he died. Or maybe the black figure is affecting his psychology. Who knows?

"Anomaly is you, Mr. Harold. You died in a very unconventional way. Your physical body got torn apart by spatial turbulent current caused due to overlapping of realities which shouldn't occur. But you didn't die. At the same time your soul found its way toward the limbo. Little Harry had paid the price i.e., a soul to visit here, so he got a choice, but you don't meet the requirement, so you won't get a choice." The figure said in a commanding voice.

"But-" Harold tried protesting but stopped by the black figure as it continued speaking "Your soul will be fused with Little Harry's magical essence. As your original body was torn apart, little Harry's body will become yours."

The figure snapped his fingers.

Suddenly Harold's vision blurred. Everything around him went black.

The figure looked at the spherical soul (Harold's) slowly disappearing in the portal. When the portal was almost closed, a golden shot through the portal as it disappeared.

"Hmm, 'Library of Heaven's Path', so it had made its choice." The black figure muttered as he vanished.

In the Potterverse...

ICU, Hammersmith Hospital

A boy was on the bed. Several tubes were connected to both of his arms supplying nutrients constantly. He also had an oxygen mask. Beside him the ECG machine showed a low heart rate as if he was in a comatose state.

Suddenly the machine started beeping which showed a constant increase in heart rate indicating that the boy was coming out of his comatose state.

The nurse that was beside him, asked quietly another nurse who was at the door to call for the doctor.

Few moments later, the doctor hurriedly came to check on the boy. With him was the male Granger and a female blonde police officer, slightly taller than Dr. Granger. Behind them were the Dursley couple.

Only the male Granger stayed as he in good conscience couldn't leave the boy without confirming that the boy was safe. He asked his wife and daughter to return home first and after several arguments they reluctantly agreed.

An hour earlier...

The police officers were called as the doctors couldn't find any identification on the boy. After searching the database, the police officers found information, though little, about boy and his guardian. The boy was named Harry James Potter. Born on July 31, 1980. Parents James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, both deceased. He currently lived with his uncle and aunt at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

The police officers had called for the Dursley family. Vernon and Petunia Dursley reluctantly came. Harry's cousin Dudley was at Vernon's sister, Marge Dursley's house.

When they reached the Hospital, they were in very bad mood.

When Dudley came home, he said that Harry had used some freakishness. They were very angry. They were thinking about disciplining the freak today. But after two hour or so they got a call that their nephew had been injured in an accident. They got scared as other freaks (magical) might come for them. When they were asked to come they were a little reluctant but they had to go, otherwise their reputation (normal respectable citizen of society) might go down hill (not literally).

A middle aged man wearing a blue police officer uniform greeted them.

"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?" The police officer asked.

"Yes, we are." They said in an unison.

"The matter is that, your nephew was found heavily bleeding on the side of a road by a family of three, husband and wife and their daughter. You can talk to the husband as he stayed behind." The police officer said as he led them to the room their nephew had been admitted.

With Harry (Harold in Harry's body)...

Harold groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He had a huge headache. He could literally feel the needles stuck to his hands. He moved his head a little to get a clear view of the surrounding. He saw the doctor standing smiling at him which he found quite creepy (like a paedophile "Eww"). Might be because he was an adult in a child's body. If another smiled like that in front of another adult, they would surely find it creepy.

'I think it is safe to play the amnesia card. From my headache, I can say that Harry died due to head Injury though he had a choice. It is quite sad that I didn't get his memories when my soul fused with his magical essence. Okay now its time for feigning ignorance.' He thought as he looked at the people standing in front of him.

"Wh-where am I?" He said in a hoarse voice.

'Dammit, my whole body hurts. Just how did Harry die? Did he jump from building or something?' He thought.

"Oh! you are in hospital. Here, Dr. Granger found you bleeding on the road." The doctor said gently.

"I don't- aargh" He tried moving his head sideways but it hurt a lot.

"Don't try to move, it will hurt a lot. Your head injury was quite deep. You also managed to break your collar bone. It will take time to heal. Luckily Dr. Granger found you in time." The creepy doctor said.

'Dr. Granger, the name seems familiar, ah! yes, Granger, that means he might be related to Hermione Granger, may be her father.' He remembered.

"If its not trouble, can you tell me what happened, Mr. Potter?" He heard a female voice from behind the doctor. It was the blonde police officer.

"I-I don't remember." He feigned innocence. His two big green eyes moistened. He looked so adorable. The female police officer's face softened at his answer.

'Damn, I might get an Oscar for acting' He mused in his thoughts.

"Ok, no problem. It seems; I have to investigate-" She sighed loudly.

Suddenly room's atmosphere became tense. The expression of the occupants changed. It became blank and also returned back to normal within few seconds. But the minute didn't go unnoticed by Harold.

"Lets go. The case is over. Everything's normal, nothing's out-of-place." The female police officer said to the other police officer who greeted the Dursley family.

'Damn, what happened? few seconds prior she was talking about investigating and now her attitude took a 180 degree turn, no wait, the blank expression few seconds earlier, was it some kind of a compulsion charm. But I was unaffected, it may be due to the circumstances of my arrival to this reality. But who just casted the spell. I don't see anyone. Maybe he or she is under disillusionment spell or invisibility cloak.' He panicked a little. He tried looking around him but his head injury restricted his movements a lot. When he looked toward the door, he noticed a bearded figure vanished, leaving the door a little ajar.

'Was that Dumbledore? Why was he here? Was he the one who casted the spell? Is he really a saint the movie portrayed him to be?' All types of questions littered into his mind.

'According to some of Harry Potter fan's theory, Dumbledore manipulated the events in Hogwarts, to make Harry confront Lord Voldemort every year, in the hopes of having Harry or Voldemort dead according to the prophecy "either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives". He was quite ready to sacrifice anyone for the "greater good". Whose "greater good" it was? No one is quite sure. Some fans even speculated that Dumbledore internationally let the prophecy to leak to Voldemort in the hopes of luring Voldemort to a trap. Some crazy theories also stated that he had a hand in the murder of Harry's parents. Some said that he was intending to sacrifice Harry and get all the glory of again defeating a Dark Lord but his plans were thwarted when he got cursed by the ring (which was a hocrux) which found in the Gaunt's Shack.' He was thinking about all the possibilities.

"Boy, get well soon." His thoughts were interrupted by a male voice. He turned to see the owner of the voice. It was a short but fat man. His whole face looked inflated. Beside him was a woman, not ugly but not a beauty either. She had angular face with pointy nose. They had a strained smile on them. He recognised them. They were Harry's uncle and aunt. They looked different than what showed in the "Harry Potter" movie. Might be because they were genuine people not actors acting in a movie. After all he was in an alternate reality not a movie.

"O-ok." He said in a meek tone. Though it was all an act.

"Your Visiting time is over." The doctor said.

"Although I don't remember but thank you nonetheless for saving me, Mr. Granger." Harold said to the brown haired man standing beside the doctor in front of Harold's bed. The male Granger had a small smile on his face. He looked relieved. It was because Harry (Harold) was safe despite being severely injured.

"No problem, kid. My wife and daughter might come tomorrow to visit you." He said with a smile. Then all of them turned to leave the room.

After all of them left the room, Harold sighed in relief. The room descended into pin drop silence.

'Phew! acting is really difficult. Now that everyone has left the room, I can act as my normal adult self. Ah! I can feel my body is healing at a very fast rate. It might be because my soul is fusing with the body or might be because of magic, who knows? I don't have anything better to do while my body is healing, might as well meditate.' He mused in his thoughts as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

However, he suddenly feels a tremor in his head as he hears a sound of ancient bells striking in his head.

"The heaven and earth are callous, treating all beings like dogs…"

"The sun sets and the moon wanes, an imperfection appears in the heaven and earth…"

Boom!

All kind of profound adages shocked him giddy. Following which, a giant palace appeared before him in his head. On it, five words glowed brightly.

Library of Heaven's Mystic Path!

'Is it what I think it is?' He was filled with excitement.

Opening the door, he walks in. Countless bookshelves stand tall and mighty with all kinds of books on them. The end couldn't be seen in a single sight.

He extended his hand to reach for one of the books but couldn't reach the.. All the doubts in his mind vanished.

'It is definitely Library of Heaven's Path. I think The mystic was added because it fused with the magical energy. Well, whatever. But this ability is really op (overpowered). With this I can learn anything be it magic or mundane science. I can literally become a perfect human or maybe more, who knows?' He was grinning with excitement. As he couldn't access anything now, he chose to exit from the space.

He then looked around a little, when he noticed a calendar.

He didn't realize that he could see without his glasses.

'I have to start making plans, according to the calendar today is 23rd december 1989, which means, I have two years until my Hogwarts' (School of Wizardry) letter comes.' He calculated mentally. He then took a deep breath and slipped into deep sleep. His soul may be fine but his body was extremely exhausted.

Harold woke up at night before supper. He understood the severity of the injury his body received, as he couldn't sit properly . He couldn't even move freely, with all the casts that were on his broken arms and legs. The only advantage that he had, was his adorable face and his green emerald eyes which attracted a lot attention from the nurses. The nurses were quite enthusiastic about feeding him food as his hands were basically broken. Though the food was awful, he ate a lot as his body was starving. He couldn't even talk properly due to soreness of throat. Overall he was having a horrendous day. He went through the day dozing, enabling his inherent magic to recuperate him.

The next morning. It was 10 o'clock, when the Granger family came to visit him. The nurses had informed him few minutes earlier.

The three member family entered the room. The male Granger was wearing a blue shaded sweater and dark pants. Just the neckline of the brown shirt could be seen. At the left side, was his wife who was wearing a darker cowhide coat, underneath it was a white shirt. She was wearing tight blue jeans. In the front was a little girl of about 10 years of age. She was wearing a fleece sweater, underneath which, was a brown skirt which reached down to her knees and a white scarf that was wrapped around her neck.

"Hey! Kid, how are you today?" Mr. Granger asked.

"I am feeling a lot better than yesterday." Harry said.

[A/N: I will address Harold as Harry from now on.]

"Meet my wife Emma and our daughter Hermione." He said pointing toward the mother and daughter pair.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." Harry said politely. The soreness of the throat was almost gone.

"You too Harry. I hope you are feeling alright." Mrs Granger said politely.

"Hi, I am Hermione. How did you get in injured yesterday?" The little girl asked in a curious tone.

Harry's mouth twitched a little.

'Wow! She is really straight forward. Although it adds to her cuteness. Dammit Harry! no bad thoughts! You are an adult, Harry! and she is just a little girl. Though biologically, you are a kid. Argh, my head hurts. Well, whatever. I don't care anymore.' Harry was mentally debating with himself.

"Hermione! don't be rude." Her mother berated her for such bluntness.

"It's quite alright Mrs Granger. Actually I can't recall what happened. The doctor said I have amnesia. My memories are quite foggy." He said with a sad smile.

They spent about an hour talking to each other. Hermione talked about some of her favourite books she read. she also said the origin of her name. It came from a Shakespearean character. Harry also added that he likes to read books. It was quite fortunate that he had read Shakespearean literature in previous life. It was a humorous sight to see a 9 year old boy and a 10 year old girl debating about Shakespearean literature. The Granger family found Harry to be a good company.

"Goodbye! Hermione and Mr and Mrs Granger. Thank you again for visiting me." Harry said.

'Although they are not my family, It would be quiet nice to call someone my own." He thought sadly.

He looked through the window to see a 10 year old boy pushing the wheelchair. Seated on it was a woman in her mid forties. Both her legs had casts on it.

The sight reminded him of his own family.

He was 15 years old, when his mother died. After that incident, his father became a drunk and drowned in sorrow of losing her wife. Harold indulged himself in otaku culture.

When his mother was alive, they planned to see many new places together that will no longer be. It dawns upon him that the wit and laughter she does all the years, was her wisdom disguised in comedy.

"I miss you mom." He muttered, tears slowly tumbling from his eyes.

His mom was a strong woman with poise and grace. The cardinal rule with her was Respect. She taught him the virtue of patience and showed him the value of hard-work.

She lived a life by example; forgive and let go. What's in your heart reflects on your face. Her character of forgiving and letting go was one of her precious gifts to himself.

Her picture sat in a conspicuous place at home. He got to see her always that way. In confusing situations, He looked at her photo and started to think deeper of what she might had to say. The memory of her wise words gave him strength, direction and much needed comfort.

But now, he didn't have her picture but still the smiling face of her mother was always engraved on his mind. He would never forget her charming smile.

'Mom! maybe I forgot your teachings in previous life but in this life I will stand proud and face all the challenges head on. I will be the hard-working boy you wanted me to be. I will try to forgive others as you did. Please look out for me from the afterlife, okay!' He resolved himself.

'It could've been nice, if I could talk to her one last time. No...wait! maybe it is possible with the resurrection stone. I will have to get my hands on it soon.' His mood clearly lifted a bit at the thought of seeing her mother

to be continued...

[A/N: otaku basically refers to a young person who is obsessed with computers or particular aspects of popular culture to the detriment of their social skills.]

A/N : I have used the phrase "Library of Heaven's mystic path" four times in this chapter. You may be thinking just what is this 'Library' thing. Many of you may know but I will still explain it to you.

"Library of Heaven's path" is a Chinese web novel. It clearly has an English translated version. Although the novel is full of plot holes, but it is interesting to read. Its about a librarian who got reincarnated into a different reality with a AI system which is called "Library of Heaven's Path". It allows the host to correct the flaws in everything by combining the flawed knowledge and combining it into a flawless single book, be it a knowledge in the book, martial arts techniques, drawing technique etc. It even can analyse the composition of a material. It uses the host's basic senses like touch, hearing, sight etc.

Well that's all for chapter 1. Though It was more like a prologue.

Please forgive me if I offend any British person as I don't know much about British culture.

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