Varian was bombarded by a near endless torrent of emotions and thoughts that weren't his.
The violent attacks intertwined to form a much more dangerous attack than what was individually possible.
"N-No!"
Varian jolted awake and looked at the chaotic surroundings with a tense heart.
Maria was fighting the beasts and he was also fighti—
"Huh?"
'Varian' was fighting instinctually against the hordes of beasts.
'I am in my soul form again?' The glittery silver form with sparks of gold said he was right.
The spiritual attacks stopped aiming for his body and directly reached his soul. Without the protection of a physical body, Varian was much more vulnerable.
The attacks, individually appearing like golden, blue, black, and white threads quickly mixed together and ford a net.
"I can see where this is going…"
Varian wanted to leave but the net was faster than he anticipated and trapped him like a beast. The net of concentrated spiritual power flared and drowned him in its torrent of attacks.
'I'm royally fucked!'
Varian's soul defense was still high and the Aether Pendant on his neck was blocking any fatal injuries.
So, the attacks took on a clever and long-term approach that's likely to succeed.
The world around Varian sped up to an unimaginable pace. Then, Varian saw himself waking up as a baby.
'The empire has got a prince!'
The royal dical room, the maids, the man with a crown, and the tired noblewoman explained it all.
Varian held onto his sense of self but as he grew up and gained friends and family, the past life turned into a fading dream.
The life of an emperor in a world with no magic was unsettling but sohow, deeply satisfying. It was the pinnacle of power.
But despite his good intentions, his empire saw consecutive famines and the superstitious society revolted against him and pulled him to the guillotine.
Looking at the blade hanging over his neck, Varian closed his eyes. 'So this dream ends, huh. I wonder if I'll wake up after this…'
The blade fell and Varian found himself in a dirty street, begging for alms from the martial artists that walked by.
He was crippled—with no arms, deaf and dumb. His ridians were crushed during his childhood by a rogue martial artist and his parents abandoned him.
'Oh…parents abandoning, no, my parents would never abandon .' Varian knew that this life was going to be tough.
Weeks went on an empty stomach. The hunger gnawed on him and nearly drove him insane. He could've picked an easy way out and killed himself.
But he decided to survive. Even if it put him through horrifying experiences, he persevered. He snatched food from the dogs, got beaten up by fellow beggars, and was almost kidnapped by a mad scientist.
Even after all these hardships, he made the choice to live.
What he didn't know was that had he chosen to commit suicide, he'd have incurred a major injury to his soul and would've risked dying or falling into an eternal spiritual slumber.
In the real world, the status screen continued to flash.
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