Age two.
[After learning the language of another world, you became dissatisfied with your name.]
[Under your wailing protests, your parents changed it.]
["Anzai Kane" became your new name.]
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Age three.
[You became good friends with an orphan from the same village.]
[He was puzzled by your inexplicable behavior.]
[But under your insistent tugging, the two of you swore brotherhood beneath a peach tree.]
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Age four.
[Your good friend decided to become a monk devoted to salvation.]
[For the first time, you felt the faintest trace of confusion about the future.]
[Perhaps becoming a hero who saves others would be a good choice.]
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Age five.
[You lived a carefree life.]
[Your favorite thing was to lie on a haystack and bask in the sun.]
[But the nearby adults often gathered together, sighing in worry.]
[You learned of the existence of demons, and the crimes they had committed.]
[In your childish heart, you felt deep disgust toward demons, and swore to drive them away!]
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Age six.
[At some point, you began to see things that ordinary people could not.]
[Your good friend worried about you, and your parents thought you were ill.]
[In a fit of anger, you ran away from the village, only to get lost in the forest.]
[Night fell...]
[You slumped down at the foot of a tree to rest. A passing elf discovered you.]
[The elf used magic to conjure a field of flowers, guiding you back toward the village.]
[You were astonished to find that the aura flowing around the elf was as beautiful as the aurora.]
[Your comment left the elf utterly shocked...]
[Ding—!]
[Talent: Archmage, successfully activated!]
[Your elemental affinity has greatly increased!]
[Your understanding of magic has greatly increased!]
[Your magic attack has greatly increased!]
[Your spell defense has greatly increased!]
[Your mana recovery has greatly increased!]
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Age seven.
[Despite your parents' repeated attempts to stop you, you kept running up the mountain.]
[The elves who lived in the mountains seemed to welcome your visits.]
[Under the elves' instruction, you learned magic that could conjure water.]
[From a blue magic circle, a cool stream gushed forth, and under your control it morphed into various mimicry creatures, circling around you.]
[You played to your heart's content, while the elf beside you stared, dumbfounded. She watched you in silence, as if having made some kind of decision.]
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Age eight.
[Emissaries from the Imperial Magic Association arrived in the village by carriage.]
[They spoke to your parents and produced a pouch of gold coins.]
[Your parents held you and wept, but their eyes brimmed with pride.]
[The legendary founder of the Magic Association had taken an interest in you.]
[If you performed well, she would consider taking you as a disciple and raising you by her side.]
[As you left the village, you noticed the elf you had spent a year with, floating high in the sky.]
[Her blank little face never left you, as though silently seeing you off.]
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Age nine.
[Your talent for magic shocked even the great archmage from the mythic era!]
[She acknowledged your gift and gave you a kindly smile.]
[Under her tutelage, you began a systematic study of magic.]
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Age ten.
[Having lived three lives, you possessed an incredibly powerful soul.]
[Your powers of insight, memory, and analysis far surpassed ordinary people.]
[No matter how complex the spell, you could always learn it quickly.]
[You became the youngest first-rank mage in human history!]
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Age eleven.
[Demons began invading the Empire, frequently raiding villages along the border.]
[Under the Empire's orders, you rushed along the frontier battlefields, turning the tide wherever you went.]
[Your decisiveness and resolve were nothing like those of a rookie on his first battlefield.]
[Not a single demon survived an encounter with you.]
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Age twelve.
[On the strength of your illustrious military achievements, you were elevated to the nobility of the Empire.]
[The village of your childhood also became one of the territories under your rule.]
[You allowed your parents to live in ease and comfort, becoming the pride of their hearts.]
[The villagers often spoke of you, and even raised a statue in your honor.]
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Age thirteen.
[The demons' main forces began to gather.]
[The burden on your shoulders grew heavier by the day.]
[Clashing with demons had become second nature to you.]
[You mastered silent casting; your strength grew ever more terrifying!]
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Age fourteen.
[Despite your youth, your fame already shook the land.]
[Among the demons, you were known as the Wall of Sighs.]
[You received a letter from your childhood friend—he had successfully passed the monk's examination.]
[Unfortunately, the frontline situation was urgent, and as a viscount of the Empire, you could not leave.]
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Age fifteen.
[The war at the front made significant progress.]
[The demon armies suffered heavy casualties and retreated in rout from the Empire's border.]
[This border war, which had dragged on for years, finally welcomed a brief peace.]
[You were promoted to the rank of count, gaining larger territories and higher status.]
[Returning home in glory, you rescued a traveling merchant.]
[Grateful, he presented you with a replica of the Hero's sword.]
[Looking at the finely crafted blade, you recalled your childhood wish.]
[Ding—!]
[Talent: Hero, successfully activated!]
[Your strength increased!]
[Your speed increased!]
[Your stamina increased!]
[Your endurance increased!]
[Your luck increased!]
[Your rate of learning swordsmanship increased dramatically!]
[You obtained a special blessing that grants immunity to mental illusions!]
[You obtained a special blessing that wards off negative effects!]
...
(End of Chapter)
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