Chapter 1 Reincarnation

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My gasps and dripping blood were the only sounds in the dark alley. In the moonlight, I could see my wounds clearly. If it hadn't been for that damned ambush and betrayal, I wouldn't be in this miserable state.

I couldn't believe it: I, the most feared assassin of this generation, fell into a trap so easily. Everything looked suspicious from the beginning. My boss assigned me a mission on my day off. I didn't have to work today, but I did.

I never imagined it would all be an ambush. I was always the most trustworthy among my colleagues, even to my boss. But there was one grudge holder: the mob boss, the legendary assassin who was once the strongest. When I saw the three best assassins of the mafia who were the strongest right behind me, it was then that I had realized that I couldn't fight them.

And now I was here, completely wounded. Nausea invaded me, my head was spinning and the cold was taking hold of me. My body was frozen, and my eyesight was beginning to fail, but I forced myself to stay awake. Sitting in a corner, I could barely move. I was almost paralyzed, as if I were already dead. If it weren't for my training and endurance, I wouldn't be here.

What's the point of having a resilient body if death doesn't discriminate? I tried to look up at the sky. The full moon was different tonight, a crimson red covering my face. The silence of the place was deafening. I was on an abandoned dock, surrounded by empty containers.

"This is as far as I go," I muttered. The cold seeped into my bones and my breathing became heavy. My eyelids barely stayed open.

Blood was running everywhere. I had bullet wounds in my leg, arm, abdomen and ribs. It hurt at first, but now I felt nothing. It was like being under anesthesia. So this is being on the verge of death. I never thought it would come to this point.

"Why did it have to be like this? I just wanted a family - a family, that's all. To be free, no worries, no more. That's all I wanted," I whispered. Tears slid down my cheeks as I looked up at the moon, which seemed to be looking back at me.

It was all so unfair. I was betrayed. I never had a family, I grew up in an orphanage, and all my life I trained to be an assassin out of obligation. I didn't want this fate, but I had no choice.

In the midst of this chaos, I could only think of what was not. I felt nothing, but at this moment, sadness and guilt enveloped me. I was drowning in them.

"If only I had had a better life," I muttered.

A new life, that's what everyone wishes for, but it's only an illusion. Everyone wants to live in peace, but to achieve it there is a price to pay. Happiness does not come easily. I had no parents or family, I was abandoned in orphanages until an assassin adopted me. He trained me, but for what? Only to ruin my life.

But if I managed to have a new life, everything would be much more different than in this life, where I was only born for murder and being betrayed in the end.

"Now... I can't help it..." I murmured as I slowly closed my eyes. The moonlight continued to reflect in my pupils as they closed. It all ended in betrayal.

All I wanted was a quiet life, but I was forced into this. I couldn't escape because they would follow me everywhere and I wouldn't live peacefully, without worries, without happiness or a family. None of that could have; The job of a murderer is for life, it is impossible to escape from that life.

All I want is one more chance, one where I won't be someone like I am in this life. I want to be someone who saves and doesn't kill, but there are always times when I must kill, all for survival.

The strongest always has everything: family, power, everything. But instead, I have none of that and my life ends in a betrayal, something I never wanted to have, something less a betrayal or a trap. But the most unfortunate thing about a betrayal is when someone very close betrays you.

"This would be goodbye. If… there was just something more than death, it would be so much better than this," I said when I finally closed my eyes.

It was cold, very cold. I felt like I was fading, my whole body felt cold as I closed my eyes. There was nothing. Is this death or would it be something else? But if there was something more than death, it would be much better. The cold covered my entire body. It was strange; Before I stopped feeling cold. Perhaps it is death that is very cold, a place where the cold abounds.

I just didn't want to die, I wanted to live. I was freezing. The cold felt like it was alive, but it had died. I closed my eyes and let death take me. So is this cold part of death or is it something more than death? But what is this cold that torments me throughout my body? He didn't know, nor did he know where he was. Everything was dark. I had closed my eyes and also waited for something to happen, but the only thing I feel now is cold, a very strong cold.

"Wake up, didn't you hear, you bastard? I said wake up," an unknown voice said.

Did I hear wrong? A voice spoke to me. Is this death or is it just death playing with me? It was obvious that he must have died, but apart from the cold, I heard a person's voice. Something was different; I felt my body, even though it was cold. Also, when I closed my eyes, I stopped feeling my body. So what is this sensation of feeling a body? What was happening?

Swiss!!

Drip!!

Suddenly, I felt like a bucket of cold water splashed all over my body. The water was freezing. Someone threw a bucket of water at me, but how could this be happening? Wasn't he dead or am I just hallucinating? So, why first the voice and now a bucket of cold water that wet my entire body? I wasn't supposed to feel a body, but now I feel a body.

More than dead, he felt like he only had his eyes closed. I put everything aside and tried to open my eyes. When I opened them, there was a person. He had very strange clothes, it looked like one of those outfits they wore in the medieval era, but more modern. I didn't know how to explain it, but it was something like a medieval outfit, but half modern at the same time.

"You're finally awake, bastard," said the unknown subject in front of me.

The subject had a bucket of water. That must have been what I felt before, the water running all over my body. His eyes were wide open, he felt panic, but he felt something else, something different. It was like it wasn't my body.

I looked at my hands. They had no scars or blisters. I looked at my leg, it was healthy, without the gunshot wound I had. I turned my gaze to my ribs, they weren't hurt either. Finally, I looked at my arm, it was more than healthy, with nothing left. But why did I feel pain all over my body? It was as if I had been tortured many times.

I looked up. The guy in front of me was frowning and angry, but he didn't even know who he was. Everything was very strange. He found me in a wooden room, there was a bookshelf, a bed and a half-damaged wooden desk. At the end, behind the subject, there was a gray iron door with a very strange lock, but it seemed to be very strong.

I looked back at the guy, who was still frowning. Suddenly, he spoke.

"What are you looking at everywhere, you fucking bastard?" said the subject.

He was angry, he didn't know why. I was in a weak state, but I could move. I just felt afraid. Why do I feel afraid? I leaned forward. There was the puddle of water that the guy had thrown at me, but what I saw was difficult to understand.

"W-Who is this? I-is it me? Am I dreaming? Is this death or what the hell is this?" I said, my whole body shaking.

"What are you murmuring? If you don't come down in five minutes, I'll kill you," the guy said as he threw the bucket at me.

Muffled sound.

The bucket fell on my head, but I didn't pay attention to it. She was looking at a pale face. This face was different, it was also very strange. He had red eyes and silver hair. If this face was clean and groomed, it would be too handsome.

I put that aside. She had a new face, but why was this happening? Was it a new life or just a memory of someone else? An idea popped into my head.

"Have I been reincarnated?" I thought.

The face was that of a child, a child who looked to be about 10 years old, no more. Only reincarnation could explain this new body. He had been reincarnated in a different world. But why a different world? Hair and eye color did not exist unless people dyed their hair other colors. It wouldn't be strange, but the eyes, those were real and so was the color.

My new body was small, that of a 10-year-old child. This was all part of a reincarnation. That was my answer, there was no other way to explain this sudden change.

Suddenly, my head started to hurt. Suddenly, endless memories filled my mind. Among the memories, they talked about this world, a fantasy world like the one in light novels. In this world magic exists and, just like in my previous life, the strongest is the one who rules everything. Aside from that, the name of this child, my new body, is called Asher, just like mine in my previous life. Was the name a pure coincidence? Same name and surname, everything was the same, but in a different world and different body.

"My name is Asher Frostblade, the same name as my past life. Is it a coincidence? Well, I don't know, but where is this place?" I thought. I looked around the room and tried to get up. When I stood there was a barred window.

I looked out the window and the place was incredible. There was snow everywhere, and as I looked down, I saw a cliff. This room was right next to the cliff. Looking further, a landscape was dazzling with pine trees of enormous size, all covered in snow. It was an impressive sight.

The cold was too strong. After admiring that view, I walked very uncomfortably and sat on the bed.

"What's happening? It's like being inside a light novel where the protagonist is reincarnated in another world," I thought.

"So, those memories that magic exists in this world are real. In novels, protagonists who use magic concentrate and obtain something called mana," I thought, coming to an idea.

I curled my legs and put myself in a meditative state, like in light novels. I concentrated enough, my breathing stopped being agitated, my body stopped shaking, and I went deeper into the meditation. The noise faded and I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, within my consciousness, where everything is dark, dark particles with a purple mixture appeared. That must be the manna. I concentrated more and tried to think that those particles were coming towards me. I concentrated even more and was surprised when the particles moved and then entered my chest. It felt warm, a very comfortable feeling. My whole body relaxed, my skin got goosebumps and I felt a tingle all over my body. It was nice, very nice.

The particles began to accumulate until they began to move throughout my body. Suddenly, I felt like my body was stronger. The particles moved to one place, my forearm, and then began to take shape. It was a circle that wrapped around my wrist. It all happened while I had my eyes closed. I could clearly see all those particles moving, it looked something like one of those devices that doctors use to see the human body.

I opened my eyes and said, "This... is mana. This is what it feels like to have magic running through my body... It's amazing," I thought.

I looked at my forearm, where that circle had been created when my eyes were closed. I looked at it and sure enough, it was a black and purple circle, a thin circle that surrounded my wrist. In the center of the circle were stars, ten stars in total, running in a row down the center of the circle.

The only thing I thought at that moment was:

"This is an opportunity, a new life. This time I will be the strongest and I will not let a betrayal reach me in the future. This is an opportunity that I have, it will not be the same as before, it will be different," I thought. That was my answer in this world. I wouldn't let him die like before and this time I will have what I wanted before. I will also be the strongest so that no one messes with me