Chapter 2: Chapter one: Regressed?

10, July, Year 10,095. Heresy mystic academy, Hersey futuristic city.

Shake.

Shake...

"Ashborn…"

Ashborn..". 

Wake up…"

My head was immediately struck by a force; at first, it hurt, but after that, I felt no pain.

After that, a feeling of confusion overcame my mind, my thoughts racing like a storm. 

Like a ship in a choppy sea, my entire body shook. My breath was tougher than breaking waves, and my heart was beating like a drum. 

My head was shaking terribly.

My eyes spontaneously became awake due to the occurrence. While my mouth was drooling, which showed that I had been sleeping for a while, my vision was fuzzy, but blinking several times helped to clear it up.

I had colored hair with two colors - light blue at the lower hairs and white at the higher hairs - bright blue eyes, and pale skin wearing an identical blue and white diagonal line uniform 

"Where am I?" I contemplated this.

I was extremely shocked to see how much my hands had shrunk and how much more delicate my skin had become.

The first thing I noticed was that I sat down at a long desk that extended past me and looked down at a female instructor teaching as her voice filled the hall from a high place. 

Looking around, I appear to be in a large, white-decorated room that is smaller than a stadium but could be described as a micro-stadium. Apprentice martial artists are seated all around the podium, listening to the voice.

"….?"

I couldn't quite make sense of the scene in front of me because I was a little older than twelve at the time. I was so shocked that I couldn't stop murmuring in amazement.

“Academy….. How…..?”

"What the hell? man, wake up, you were sobbing hysterically a few days ago because you thought your dantian capacity couldn't be increased, but now look at you as you once again converse in your sleep about useless things." providing me with a napkin to wipe up my drool

I turned to the person who had hit me to wake me up and had also said those words, acquiring the napkin to wipe away my drool.

He had fair skin, blue eyes, brown hair that was curly on both sides of his head, spectacles that belonged to a geek, and an identical blue and white outfit with a diagonal line.

Caleb Zenith, my best friend, is the model for a clever person who carried himself with grace.

As Caleb started to question why I was talking to myself, his blue eyes exuded gentleness and compassion.

Then, someone else interrupted Caleb, "Maybe he was thinking of a female again." in a cool and refined tone.

I looked at the left-side source of those words. 

He had long black silk hair, pale skin, and black dead fish eyes from not sleeping at all, and also 

worn the identical blue and white diagonal line worn out uniform 

Grey White, my second-best buddy, is the model of a charmingly talented person.

After hearing what my best friend Caleb and Grey said, giving no replies as they paid attention to the female instructor, I closed my eyes and lost myself in my thought

"Ah!"

I didn't have to think about what had happened a week ago to remember it. I quickly could recall the circumstance I was in.

"I am almost 13 years of age, Academy second-year apprentice."

Important facts about myself were the first things I could recall.

"Caleb Zenith, almost 13 years of age, Hersey mystic Academy second-year apprentice"

"Grey White, 13 years of age, Hersey mystic academy second-year apprentice"

"In a beginner hall, learning the fundamental of martial art"

The Heresy mystic Academy split its apprentice into specific departments starting with the first department known as the First year apprentice, all the way down to the Six year apprentices

The Six-year apprentices are now senior martial artists of the Hersey ranking system rather than being a part of City forces and they are transcendent proficient stage, martial artists.

Apprentices who have become Peak entry-stage martial artists are the fifth and fourth apprentices, and they are the ones that can be the next saints.

The Fourth and third-year Apprentices are at Third-rate levels within the academy.

The Fourth and Third Generation Apprentices are the largest group of apprentices, consisting mainly of middle-aged individuals. 

The academy mostly accepts middle-aged individuals since at that point the body could handle the stress of marital art.

The second-generation apprentices are a group of aspiring martial artists who are mostly children of nobility or have a huge connection with the advisor of Hersey academy or the individual is a super talented prodigy.

Since they are still beginners in martial arts, it is difficult to refer to these kids as legitimate martial artists. This unit is sometimes referred to as the "Little Force."

Even while small children make up the majority of the second-year apprentices, the oldest apprentices are almost 16 to 21 years old. 

They hardly meet the requirements to join the main forces.

On the podium, the instructor was babbling continuously. I was able to recall I was a Second-year Apprentices that enrolled when I was 10 years old 

However, it didn't matter. There was another factor that was far more significant.

I opened my eyes and looked more closely as I saw an instructor that was teaching with a script in her hand.

Her name is Nora Windsor, she was tall, dressed in a bodycon dress that hugged her form closely, and had a pair of thin white legs. 

Her makeup gave her an elegant and beautiful appearance, while her eyes displayed pride and arrogance. 

It was no surprise that she had the capital to be so arrogant, as she belonged to one of Heresy City's Four major families, the Imperial Family. 

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The female instructor was a Peak Proficient level martial artist who radiated a lot of haughtiness. For a long time, I was reluctant to learn because of her.

Wait….

"I regressed?" His mind was clouded with disbelief and confusion, I had encountered the heavenly Demon and Six Demon Executives, and I was certain I had died in the conflict. 

I said it again silently to be sure as I checked my body calmly.

"I have returned to the past."

This was too good to be true.

In all honesty, I still had trouble accepting this information. I had been wondering about my current predicament for a few minutes since I returned from the past.

The former me had experienced the invasion and had good and bad fortune but rose and face the strongest enemy.

This prior life I had was not a lie or a dream.

I finally attained the "Realm Creation" in the second half of my life, but I was unable to exceed the longevity of life and eventually died.

"What sort of a circumstance was this, then?" I muttered silently.

"I closed my eyes as if I was dying, but when I opened them again, the unthinkable had happened."

"I had gone back to the early years of my life, of which I hardly had any memories."

It appears that my consciousness had been transported back in time to when I was thirteen years old. Nothing made sense, but I was determined to find out what was going on.

I originally questioned whether it was a dream. The second thing that crossed my mind was whether this was a punishment from God in the hereafter. Then I began to wonder if I had actually obtained Vinland and been given entry to Eden.

But I soon saw that none of these rumors were true. My situation did not fall under one of these categories.

It wasn't a dream or an Eden retribution, nor was it an Eden blessing, or any of those things. At first, it was difficult to accept, but after experiencing everything over a week, I was ultimately able to do so. 

"I had returned to an era when violence stopped flowers from thriving. a period before violent turmoil gripped the city of Hersey "

I had returned to a peaceful time. I had traveled back in time to when my parents and friends were still alive.

"I may acknowledge my errors once more and correct them."

As I began to rid my mind of pointless and unhelpful ideas, a fierce desire to fulfill a higher purpose in life began to take its place.

"I have been given a second chance."

I had led an unremarkable life, full of pain and remorse. I had no one to cherish and care for, leading a lonely life. I was given another opportunity at life at this point, and I had gone back to the past.

Another crucial point to remember is that I had gone back in time with all of my prior knowledge.

"I will make sure to live the life that I had always wanted!"

Even though my former experiences weren't the best, I am still able to live a different life now than I did then. When I realized how serious this fact was, a strong desire to change my fate began to grow within me.

Because of my prior knowledge, I was already aware of what would occur and what needed to be done to prepare for it. I was aware of every political battle, its repercussions, and the powerful individuals driving it from a distance.

I was also able to access classified information about Hersey city and the other Great Realms within this World and learn about their inner secrets and workings because I was once a wanderer.

"I also want to be sure that I have the opportunity to feel a woman's affection."

Even if my sexual needs were reduced in my later years, it was depressing and stressful for me to be alone before I reached those years.

But…

I crossed time; is this happening? Not just a dream? I questioned as I gave myself a hard squeeze 

"I'm still shocked"

I will therefore definitely find a woman to love at this time, but that aside….

This was clearly in pain, so I knew it wasn't a dream. I then had an idea all of a sudden.

"Hyperión!!!." 

"It must have been the Tree of Life!" I thought as I put my right hand on his solar plexus to feel it

"Huh?"

I immediately lowered my head and felt about my body, but I couldn't feel anything.

I was unable to accept that my regression, this unexplained occurrence, was connected to the Tree of Life.

It was unknown who created Hyperión since I found it in a strange dark string cave. It was sitting on an altar.

I ingested a very enigmatic orb for his late cultivation, but I later discovered I wasn't able to absorb all of its energy because it remained in my chest area on top of my daitian.

I was able to recall how a strange power inside of me repeatedly shook me as I battled the Heaven Demon and his Executives, becoming stronger each time.

I must have been transported back in time to when he was only thirteen years old by the Hyperión.

"Fate has given me another chance now that I'm back," he said after recognizing so many of these faces. 

"Hersey City cannot be destroyed once more, not by me!" I mumbled and clenched my teeth.

I decided with conviction.

I vaguely remembered that I should have registered for this introductory course two years ago and that I am currently thirteen years old. I yelled with delight, "I'm back, how great!"

"Heavenly demon, I'll slay you the next time we cross paths and exact revenge for my former life!"

I'm still perplexed as to why I went back in time. But now that I know what sent me back in time, I can ignore the fact that I couldn't find it. The fact that I came back is what matters. This realization occurred after two hours of living once more.

With the agony and regret that the decision I had taken in my former existence had brought, the thirteen-year-old me was ready to revisit my newfound life.

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