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  Year 141 after the labyrinth ruins appeared on this continent.

  The decision to keep my distance was the right one.

  Now it is the 17th day of the month of Ruke.

  Kupika Village held its harvest celebration for the umpteenth time. Every year I always come, I do not remember how many times it has been.

  The only thing I like about this celebration is the way they celebrate it. It is as if I am forced to feel their happiness.

  Other parts like the food stalls, created by these humans from their harvests.

  But damn, that festival did not end pleasantly. The spread of the red pills was quite fast. Fortunately Flact finished them, he is indeed one of the strongest sorcerers right now, I was lucky to have invited him.

  After the chaos ended, Flact and I separated. It was more like a unilateral decision on my part, but I wish him the best.

  Hopefully Flact can save them.

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  The journey from Kupika village I still remember clearly. Vlaghju City is not too far away. That old house is still standing. It has been a long time.

  This time I decided to stay in this city for quite a while.

  Someone I once saved has grown up. Apparently he remembers me, though at first I had slightly forgotten him. He opened a restaurant.

  This human is quite kind, he let me work in his restaurant.

  There is a feeling I do not understand, a feeling that appeared and pushed me to get money. Even though it feels as if I do not need it.

  A few weeks later I saw him. That afternoon by the city river, after finishing work at the restaurant.

  Three human sorcerers.

  One of them was a boy. His energy core was unique, even from a distance I could feel it.

  With the eyes of Goddess Obsidia I saw it.

  Two energy cores.

  It seems there are a few more I have found. The humans who were reincarnated. That child might be six or seven years old. It is a bit surprising why no cult has targeted him yet.

  The possibility then was that the child was not reincarnated by the Goddess who works with the cult.

  But I do not want to know and I do not care.

  It seems after that the month of Ijeva Ruke arrived.

  Honestly my life is calmer. Morning to afternoon working, after finishing work going home peacefully, cleaning myself then going to sleep.

  Silence.

  Dark.

  Only me.

  But this routine began to change. That morning while serving customers, I met that boy.

  Again.

  Brown eyes with black hair. Then his two friends. But one of them was not a human sorcerer.

  My eyes noticed something else about that boy.

  At that time I could see everything more clearly, the beauty of the human soul. Different from the state of the soul when happy, sad, or angry. This is different, his soul truly depicts a human.

  His soul is still connected, the traces still visible. Like there is a thread trying to reconnect them.

  But what a pity, that soul did not reincarnate perfectly. I should have realized at the city river that he was not one of the humans who were reincarnated, because his soul was still sleeping inside his reincarnated body.

  That is why the cult did not notice, perhaps the Goddess who reincarnated his soul did it on purpose.

  But doing that would waste this beautiful soul.

  It seems this time I will not ignore it.

  With these eyes of Goddess Obsidia.

  I will fulfill that soul's destiny.

  Properly.

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