An old man lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his family who have come from all over to be with him in his final hours. His eyes open, and he asks, "Is Ruthie here? My beautiful, loyal wife?" Ruthie, his wife, replies, "Oh yes, my handsome prince! I’m right here!" He continues, asking about his children, confirming that his strapping boy and his daughter are also present. After ensuring that his family is with him, he asks, "Then who’s running the fucking Magic tower?" before he takes his last breath. This moment, filled with both love and a touch of his lifelong care, is a poignant reminder of the man he was and the values he held dear. This was Merlin The greatest Sage terra has ever seen.

  After meticulously planning for two years, I found myself in my final moments on this world. But fear not, for it has been a good life. As I gathered all the mana for the spell, the room began to vibrate. With a mighty rumble, the soul magic was complete, and I exhaled my last breath in this world.

  Drifting in the void, time seemed to slip away. I had no sense of time, no physical form, only my soul. Suddenly, I felt a powerful force pulling me towards something. Lights streaked past me as I moved through space and time. THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... Then, silence enveloped me, a warm darkness where fear was absent, and I felt secure.

  Time resumed, and I could sense its passing. I knew my new life had begun. THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... The first sounds of my new existence emerged.

  My heartbeats were strong, accompanied by other noises. Eventually, the rush of water and a slower, stronger heartbeat became clear. I knew... my adventure had just begun.

  .........and darkness took over again.

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  .....time moved on.....

  In a cozy Atlanta apartment, Tom and Denise proudly called their humble abode home sweet home. It may not have been a palace, but it was theirs, and they cherished every corner of it. Their first apartment was conveniently located near Tom's workplace at the clinic and Denise's university.

  "Hey, honey, do you mind lending a hand with dinner tonight? My feet are killing me, and this little one in my belly is having a dance party," Denise, a blonde with a princess complex, She was petite, curious, and always finding herself in some sort of trouble. Tom, on the other hand, was a stoic and responsible man with dark, rugged good looks. He was the go-to guy for fixing anything from lawnmowers to sinks.

  As Tom helped Denise settle onto the couch, a tiny foot imprint appeared on her tummy. He lovingly placed his hand on her stomach and kissed her forehead. Inside Denise's tummy, their unborn child was struggling to concentrate on summoning a spirit pet. This nature spirit, linked to the spirit world through Yggdrasil, was crucial for his future.

  "Inside the Tummy" - Ugh, why is there never enough space to move around in here? How am I supposed to concentrate on drawing in mana for the spirit link if Mom keeps squirming? I'm a fetus, for crying out loud, and I need my beauty sleep! I have to do this soon or... I'll... fall... back... to... zzzzzzzz.

  Before I passed out again, I was attempting to summon a spirit pet. Now, before you start thinking I'm conjuring up ghosts, let me clarify - a spirit pet is a nature spirit. These spirits are linked to the spirit world through Yggdrasil, and there are all sorts of them. In my past life, I had Sylvie, a dryad, Fenrir, a wolf, and Lilly, a vermillion bird.

  I was trying to reach out to Sylvie and bring her back to assist me while I wait to be born. Oh, I'm awake again! Let's give this another shot. I pulled in mana from my surroundings, chanted some mystical words - zahul noxis travit loco epsis - and the link was made. I called upon Sylvie, the dryad, to come forth and honor our contract I beckoned, "Sylvie, my leafy friend, it's showtime! Time to answer your contract and lend me a hand...