My name is Jay.
Or at least… that's what I remember.
Because in this life—
I was born in a completely different world.
A world where strength decides everything.
A world where people awaken spirits… and walk the path of power.
But unlike those chosen protagonists—
I wasn't special.
Not at first.
I was born in a small, quiet village.
A place so insignificant… that even maps would hesitate to mention it.
The village stood near the border of two great empires.
A dangerous place.
Not because of war—
But because of uncertainty.
Loyalties shifted.
Rules changed depending on who was in power.
And for people like us—
Survival came before everything else.
For the first four years of my life…
I was just an ordinary child.
No memories.
No past.
Just simple days filled with quiet living.
And then—
Everything changed.
On my fourth birthday…
My memories returned.
Not slowly.
Not gently.
But all at once.
Like a flood breaking through a dam.
My past life…
My thoughts…
My knowledge…
Everything came rushing back.
I remember falling to the ground—
My small body unable to handle the weight of two lives.
Pain.
Confusion.
And then… silence.
When I opened my eyes again—
I was no longer just a child of this world.
I was someone who remembered.
Someone who understood.
And someone who realized—
This world…
Was far more dangerous than it looked.
Spirits.
Cultivation.
Power.
Things I had only seen in stories…
Were now my reality.
I slowly clenched my small hands.
This time—
I wouldn't live blindly.
If strength ruled this world…
Then I would become strong.
No matter what it takes.
Because on the border of empires—
The weak don't survive.