I arrived in this world with only one purpose—revenge.
I brought down the mighty Tulkan Empire, a power that once ruled the entire continent. Every battle I fought ended in victory. Every goal I set was achieved. And when it was all over, I was content.
So when death came for me, I welcomed it. There was nothing left for me to live for.
I felt my heart stop.
But then… what the hell happened?
“This isn’t black magic. It doesn’t feel like an illusion either.”
Staring back at me in the mirror was a boy with short black hair—my own face from twenty years ago. The chubby cheeks of a fourteen-year-old. I pinched them, muttering in disbelief, “How is this possible?”
I had returned.
Back to the time of my deepest regrets.
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