Prologue: End of The Beginning

'Time is money'.

It was quite a famous saying that was known even to those elementary kids.

However, I disagreed with this saying, because these sentences implied that time was equivalent to money.

There was no way that was true.

After all, 'money can't buy time'.

And these sentences struck me quite hard in these thousands of years surviving as an alchemy slave.

I keep wallowing in despair and self-pity for being unable to save my last family.

I blame my past stupidity for easily believing other people that took advantage of me and eventually betrayed me.

I truly hope that I can trade all my possessions for a chance to turn back the time to fix all my mistakes, even though deep down in my heart I know that 'money can't buy time'.

In the end, all of my past enmity and remorse were no longer matter when my soul travels to the past and made me had a second life at 15 years old.

As if my talent that I deemed useless mocked me as a failure that unable to utilize it properly, thus it gave me a 3 years start of preparation to prevent the beginning of the end.