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This is the story of a man who had lived a life that could only be described as a tragedy. His parents died when he was 8. His wife had a miscarriage and ended up passing away with his son. When he turned 30, he lost an arm in the great war between the empire he called home and the neighboring state. At 52, his adopted daughter was tragically killed by the same man who he swore loyalty to, the emperor. When he was stabbed in the heart at 74 years old, he wasn't angry by the betrayal from who was wielding the sword. Instead, he was relieved. Finally, he could rest. But when he opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in the afterlife, instead, he awoke to when he was only 7 years old. With the opportunity to change his future, this man only desired one thing—rest. He wanted to rest. He was tired of all the schemes, the betrayals, the losses, and the tears he'd shed. All he wanted to do now was rest and he would do anything he needed to in order to achieve that goal of his. So what happens when a boy who is too great for his own good is not left alone? Read and see.
Lucen Arte was a man whose life could only be described as one thing.
A tragedy.
A goddamn tragedy.
When he was 8 years old, his parents died during a stormy night.
Their carriage apparently slid and toppled down a cliff where they fell to their death but this explanation was a lie that he never believed in.
The love of his life, who was a childhood friend that he had been betrothed to since they were both 5 years old, passed away with his unborn son in a miscarriage.
When he was 30 years old, he spent a few years on the battlefield of the great war between the empire and the neighboring kingdom.
This was the year that he lost an arm in a battle between himself and two other master swordsmen.
At 52, his adopted daughter was killed by the man who he swore his loyalty to, the emperor.
Even though he wanted so desperately to rip the emperor's head off of his neck, he was unable to do so due to the binding oath he had placed on his soul the day he bowed his head and called the man his master.
The day he was stabbed in the heart at 74 years old, the weather was oddly the same condition as it was the night his parents passed.
How fitting.
When he saw who was wielding the sword that penetrated his heart, he wasn't angry at the betrayal.
Instead, he was relieved.
Finally, I can rest. After all these years, I can close my eyes and no longer have to worry about everything.
As the sword was pulled out of his chest, a foot was planted on his stomach and he was sent flying off the cliff he was ambushed on.
How befitting. I die the same way my parents did.
He closed his eyes, expecting to either wake up in the afterlife or in case there was nothing after life, he would finally get to rest for eternity.
There was no feeling of pain.
The sound of rain stopped.
The leaves that were blowing from the intense wind could no longer be heard.
It was silent.
Serene.
It was peaceful.
I must be in the afterlife.
Lucen opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in another realm.
Instead, when he stared at the ceiling above him—it was oddly familiar.
It somehow looked like the ceiling of his childhood bedroom that he grew up in.
"Is the afterlife supposed to be this nostalgic?" he pondered.
