David's life was the definition of routine. Every morning before the sun had fully risen, he would wake up from his small, quiet apartment, brush his teeth, wash his face, and prepare himself for another long day of work. There was nothing exciting about his job. He worked at a small printing shop in the city, spending hours surrounded by the constant humming of machines and the smell of ink and paper. His task was simple, printing documents, posters, and flyers for customers who rarely even looked at his face.

  After work, he would return home the same way every day. He would buy a small meal, eat quietly in his room, lie down on his bed, and fall asleep. Then the next day, everything would repeat again.

  Day after day.

  Month after month.

  Year after year.

  David didn't have any friends. He didn't have a girlfriend. No one waited for him when he returned home, and no one called him when he disappeared. It often felt as if he didn't exist in the world at all, as if he were simply another invisible shadow passing through life.

  But there was one person who always remembered him.

  A small boy named Benson.

  Benson was twelve years old and lived next door with his mother. Despite David's quiet nature, the boy had somehow grown fond of him. Every now and then, Benson would knock on David's door just to talk, sometimes bringing a piece of candy or a snack to share. If Benson didn't see David for two days, he would start asking around the neighborhood, wondering where he had gone.

  In David's lonely life, Benson was the only person who truly thought about him.

  One evening, David was returning home from work as usual. The sky was slowly turning orange as the sun prepared to set. The streets were busy with people heading home after a long day. As he walked down the familiar road toward his apartment, he noticed Benson and his mother coming from the market, carrying small bags of groceries.

  David raised his hand slightly, about to greet them.

  But suddenly, chaos erupted nearby.

  The loud sound of police sirens filled the street. A black car sped past the corner at an alarming speed, tires screeching loudly against the road. People began shouting and running to the side as another car followed behind_the police were chasing them.

  The armed robbers had just attacked a nearby Ecobank branch, and they were trying to escape.

  To avoid being caught, the criminals drove recklessly through the streets, ignoring every sign of danger.

  David's eyes widened when he realized what was about to happen.

  The speeding car was heading directly toward Benson.

  The boy had stepped slightly onto the road, unaware of the incoming vehicle.

  "Benson!" David shouted at the top of his lungs.

  But the boy didn't hear him.

  Everything seemed to slow down for a moment.

  The roar of the engine.

  The terrified screams of people nearby.

  The rapid beating of David's heart.

  There was no time to think.

  David ran forward as fast as he could.

  Without hesitation, he jumped toward Benson and pushed the boy away from the road with all his strength.

  The next moment, everything went dark.

  When David opened his eyes again, the world felt blurry and distant. Bright lights shone above him, and he could hear faint voices around him. His body felt heavy, and pain spread through every part of him.

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  He slowly realized that he was lying on a hospital stretcher, the kind used in emergencies to rush injured patients into the hospital.

  Doctors and nurses pushed the stretcher quickly through the hospital corridor, their voices tense as they spoke to each other.

  "We're losing him!"

  "Move him to the emergency room!"

  David could barely move his head, but he managed to glance to the side.

  There, standing near the hallway, was Benson.

  The boy's face was filled with tears as he cried uncontrollably.

  Seeing that, David forced a weak smile.

  "Don't… cry… he whispered softly.

  But deep inside, David already knew the truth.

  His body had been badly injured, and he could feel his life slowly slipping away.

  As the stretcher rolled toward the emergency room, a quiet thought appeared in his mind.

  So this is how my life ends.

  A life where no one noticed him.

  A life where no one respected him.

  A life where he was nothing more than a shadow.

  His vision slowly began to fade.

  With the last strength he had left, David whispered to himself.

  "I wish… if I could be born again…

  I want to be someone powerful."

  Someone respected…

  Someone the whole world fears."

  Those were the final words David spoke before darkness completely swallowed his consciousness.

  For a long time, there was nothing.

  No sound.

  No light.

  No feeling.

  Only endless darkness stretching across what felt like an infinite universe.

  Then suddenly, a soft glow appeared in the distance.

  From within the darkness, a tiny figure slowly floated toward him.

  It was a small angel.

  She had tiny wings, a gentle glow surrounding her body, and an innocent expression on her face. The little angel hovered in front of David and looked at him curiously.

  "My, my… are you sure about your wish?" she asked softly.

  David looked at the small figure in confusion.

  "Who… are you?"

  The angel smiled gently.

  "My name is Lumi."

  She circled around him playfully before stopping in front of his face again.

  "You wished to be reborn," Lumi said. "You wished to become powerful… famous… and respected across the world. A person that even others would fear."

  David remained silent for a moment.

  Then he nodded slowly.

  "Yes."

  Lumi's smile grew slightly wider.

  "Your wish can be granted," she said calmly. "But if you accept it… you must work for my master."

  David didn't fully understand what she meant.

  But the memories of his lonely life quickly passed through his mind.

  A life where he had nothing.

  A life where he was nothing.

  Compared to that… anything was better.

  David didn't say another word.

  Seeing his silence, Lumi simply giggled softly.

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  Suddenly, a brilliant light burst across the dark universe, shining so brightly that everything around them disappeared.

  The next moment, David opened his eyes again.

  But this time… he wasn't in the dark universe anymore.

  He was lying inside a warm room.

  And strangely enough, his body felt extremely small.

  A woman's gentle voice echoed nearby.

  "Our son… he's finally here."

  Another voice followed, this one deeper and filled with emotion.

  "He's perfect."

  David tried to move, but his body didn't respond the way he expected. Instead of standing up, he let out the small cry of a newborn baby.

  He had been reborn.

  This time, his name was Kael Draven.

  He was born into the respected Draven family, located in the human territories of the vast magical world known as Aetherion.

  His father's name was Alaric Draven, a calm and dependable man known for his strength and loyalty. His mother was Serena Draven, a kind and gentle woman who cared deeply for her family.

  The world Kael had been reborn into was far different from the one he once knew.

  Aetherion was a vast magical world filled with powerful races, ancient kingdoms, and gods who ruled from the heavens. The world itself was divided into five great continents: Valoria, where most human kingdoms and adventurers lived; Sylvaris, the ancient forest realm of the elves; the massive Khazdrum Mountains, home of the dwarves and their legendary blacksmiths; the dark lands of the Noctyra Abyss, ruled by demons and monstrous creatures; and far above them all, the floating divine realm of Celestara, where the gods themselves resided.

  In this world, every person awakened elemental affinities when they reached a certain age. There were seven core powers known across the continents: Flame, Aqua, Terra, Tempest, Volt, Lumen, and Umbra. Most individuals could only control two or three elements. Those who awakened four were considered once in a lifetime geniuses.

  There was also another rare awakening known as Weapon Power, something only a small number of people possessed.

  Years passed as Kael grew within the Draven household.

  Eventually, the day came for his awakening.

  When the results were revealed, his parents discovered that Kael is beginning at F-Rank stage. That alone was not disappointing, many warriors began their journey at this level and grew stronger over time.

  But what truly surprised them was something else.

  Kael had also awakened Weapon Power.

  Excited and curious, his parents asked him to reveal the weapon connected to his power.

  When Kael finally summoned it, a large axe appeared in his hands.

  For a moment, silence filled the room.

  The excitement on his parents' faces slowly faded.

  They knew very well what axes were usually used for in their village.

  Farming.

  Chopping wood.

  Hardly anyone considered it a weapon worthy of a warrior.

  Alaric and Serena exchanged worried glances.

  They loved their son deeply, but they couldn't ignore the harsh truth.

  In a village where warriors admired swords, spears, and magical staffs… a boy who wielded an axe would almost certainly become the target of mockery.

  And so, as Kael Draven stood there holding the weapon in his hands, neither he nor his parents realized that this simple-looking axe would one day shake the very heavens themselves.