The first time I felt how fragile life truly was, was on the night after my reincarnation.
The creaky carriage swayed and shook, carrying me towards an indistinct future, during what was my first night after reincarnation, I found it almost impossible to sleep.
Lacking sufficient strength and with my body weakened to such an extent, I doubted if I could survive until morning.
Fortunately, the result wasn't "Kael couldn't see the sunrise." Having barely clung to life, after much internal struggle, I finally reached a point where I could manage to protect myself, albeit barely.
I thought that as the territory developed, my personal strength would grow, with many strong individuals around willing to lend a hand, but a single Dungeon experience shattered this illusion like a dream.
I should've known long ago; anything involving the divine cannot be taken too seriously. Underestimating the draft of the Shire Scripture was the biggest mistake of my life.
