"...where am i, what is this place?" the man looks around, only to see darkness, he looks at his hand, only to see that his gun has disappeared, "wha...what?, is this... the afterlife?" the man seems to be disappointed, "hah...what heaven, this looks like an endless void, should've never trusted those religious shit huh".

the man walks through the darkness, after a while of walking he stops, "...is this...really it? is this where I'll stay? ...i guess i do deserve it, staying in that dark room all the time, playing games, looking at fake women and getting turned on by a couple doing it in my bathroom! why am i so pathetic?!" the man screams on top of his lungs, only to hear it echo back.

"...an echo? wha-" as the man turns around, he faces a stone wall, "what... the hell..." he feels the wall, it seems to be stone, he then looks around to see where he is, "a cave..." he walks through the cave, either deeper or not, he does not know, the only thing he knows is that, he's alive.

"don't tell me...did i...reincar-" out of nowhere he got hit on the side by a blunt object, "gah!" the force of the strike threw him onto a wall, he falls to the ground with a broken arm, "gha! w-wha!" he looks up to what seems like a gigantic man wielding a huge wooden bat, "haagh! haah!" the man tries to catch his breath, but it seems he's unable to, as he tries to struggle to get up, he was struck again, but this time on the head.

darkness engulfs him once again, "...haah! haah! haah!...haah..." the man got into his knees after opening his eyes, touching his chest trying to calm himself down, "haah...did i.... did i just-" the floor suddenly turns into stone, the sound of water drops falling to the ground, a breeze of the wind, and the muffled screams of people can be heard.

"wha... my hands..." he took a look at his hands, it's covered in fur, and it seems like the hands of an animal, a monkey perhaps?, "w-wha-" without being given a chance, his head was sliced off, as his vision gets blurry, he caught a glimpse of his body, and the person that sliced his head off.

he was once again engulfed in darkness, "haah! a-again! b-blurgh!" he immediately throws up after waking up, he seems exhausted and in pain, but nothing's wrong with his body at all, "w-what the **** is this?!" as he screams to the skies as it changed into lush greenery, "...a forest this time?" he looks around to only see trees and small furry animals.

he chose to stay in place and stay on guard this time, but after a while of waiting he finally moved, "...seems safe this time" he walked through the forest, after a while he hears the sound of flowing water, he decided to walk towards it, after reaching the source of the sound he quickly looks into the water.

his face seems normal, but he has weird pointy ears, "an elf? is this me?" his face looks incredibly handsome, it seems even he is surprised to see such a handsome face as his, but after a while of him looking at himself in the water, he saw a glint of light near the bushes, "gh! not again!".

he jumped away as an arrow was shot towards him, "I'm not dying this time!" he then starts to run, he kept running, and running, but eventually he was caught, "wha- what is this?!" a strange light starts to constrict his movements, he tried to struggle out of it when a man with a bow slowly walks out of the bushes.

"you! let go of me!" the man tries to kick the hooded bowman but gets his feet impaled with an arrow instead, the man screams in pain and the hooded man drags him by the feet, after an hour of being dragged through the ground, they arrived at an encampment, the hooded man seems to be talking in a language that the captured man does not understand.

the hooded man then nods and carries the captured man into a cart, in there he sees cages filled with elves, but only women and children, "haah...haah..." the man tries to cope with the pain on his feet, it seems one of the elven lady notices that he's in pain, she rips up her cloth and starts to slowly closes the man's wound.

"ah! s-slow down..." the man winches at the pain of the pressure, "i-i'm sorry..." the lady then carefully and gently ties the cloth, "I'm surprised i can understand what you're saying... do you... know what they're saying?" the man points at the hooded man outside of the cart, the lady shakes her head in response.

"but...i do know one thing... it's that, we're going to be sold..." the lady seems to be holding in her tears, in response to this the man gets furious, "w-why am i so mad? and why am i so calm in this situation? i died three times now, not to mention they were gruesome deaths, so why..." the man thought to himself.

the lady looks at his well built body and calm face and asks, "sir... are you... a warrior?" with a hopeful face, "a... warrior? i... I don't think i am..." he looks at his arms and body, it seems he is well built, with strong muscles and a great stature, the lady seems disappointed.

"...can you tell me your name?" the lady asks him while grasping her arms, "name...i guess you can call me...Roca" he chose the name that he uses on the internet, he seems quite embarrassed after saying that out loud, "...sir Roca, i beg of you, please save us" the lady grasps his hands, hoping for him to give a good response.

Roca seems taken aback by this, an elven lady with ragged clothing, a mud stained face and scars all over her body, not really a good introduction from an elf he thinks, "...but, i do not know how to fight" he answers while looking down in shame, "but...haah...i guess i was being too optimistic... I'm sorry mister Roca".

the lady seems dejected, Roca feels disappointed in himself, and that is when something was awaken inside of him, he got the resolve to fight and free the elves that were going to be turned into slaves, "...but i can try to help you all escape" hearing this, the lady looks up at him, staring into his eyes, her eyes glistening and trembling from happiness, her face full of hope, she bows down, "thank you, thank you so much...".

"can you tell me what your name is?" he asks the lady while looking for something in the cart, "it's Lyra, Lyra Ernstwood" the lady answers, "Lyra huh... then, remember my name, okay?" Lyra smiles and nods while looking outside, Roca found a small and thin piece of wood, he tries to lockpick the lock from the cages, but to no avail.

"tch, if only there was something much tougher" he starts to look around once more, a small elf seems to notice what he's doing, and so she called for him, "hey, mister, over here" Roca notices her and goes towards her, "what is it?" the small elf pulls out a small and thin piece of steel out of her mouth and gives it to him, "use this".

Roca looks at the steel and smiles, "thank you, what's your name kid?" he asks as he opens the cage for her, "Nina, nice to meet you" she seems mature for someone that looks like a child, Lyra disrupt their conversation by gently tugging Roca's rag that's covering his waist, " sir Roca, someone's coming".

Roca then feels as if something inside of him is awaken yet again and he smiles at Lyra while slowly moving towards the opening of the cart, as a man slowly gets closer to the cart, Roca pulls him inside the cart while covering his mouth, and starts to choke him slowly, the sound of the struggle seems to have attracted some of the people outside.

"both of you hurry up! after they're all out i want you all to run!" Roca grabs the man's sword and dagger and prepares to jump out, "but, what about you?!" Lyra asks while Nina opens the cages, "as i said, remember my name, Roca, we'll meet again, hopefully when I'm in this form".

Lyra seems to feel kind of emotional, and so she reaches out to his arm and casts a spell, "w-what are you doing?" Roca seems surprised at what she did, he did not expect to see magic so early, "i used up all of my leftover magic to cast a mark on you, it's the only spell i could cast with my remaining mana, and while being chained by this thing".

"I'll know it's you when i see you, and when i do, I'll surely repay your kindness" she smiles with sad eyes, holding herself back from crying, "... I'll see you later then" Roca jumps out with his sword and dagger, "we've literally just met, so why do i feel so sad just by leaving her side? what's wrong with me?".

Roca stops the humans and points his sword at them while wearing a stern face, "i won't let you get near them, i can't believe i was once your kind, tch, I'll be sure to kill you all!" he runs towards them, wielding his sword.

Roca opens his eyes once again, "haah!..haah... I'm.. here again..." he's back into the darkness, "ha...haha...i died again..." his hand trembles in frustration and anger, "GODDAMMIT!!!" he falls to his knees and punches the floor, "...i wonder if they're okay..." Roca looks at a mark that was left by Lyra while he is on the verge of tears.

"oh they're fine, you've done a good job" the appearance of this voice shocks Roca, he then stands up and looks around, "who are you?!, show yourself!!" he screams into the darkness, "hum hum~ i guess you can call me god, since i am the one that sent you to this world, or should i say, gave you a second chance".

"...second chance? i died three times already!!, what do you mean second chance?!" Roca takes on a defensive pose as he is starting to get frustrated, "woah there, take a chill pill will you? haha! well anyway, you did it, you passed the trial!! woohoo, it only took you three tries!".

hearing this Roca gets confused but still irritated, "what the hell do you mean by *trial*?" Roca asks the so called god while folding his arms, "well~ it's to give you your skills!" Roca is reminded of the feeling that he felt when he was with lyra and when he was fighting the bandits, "...was that feeling, you giving me skills?".

"i didn't give you skills, you awakened your own skills, it's the rule for transporting to this world" the god explains, but Roca is still confused, "transporting? wait, does that mean you transported me into this world, without my consent?!" Roca gets agitated, he's looking around to find the god, "do i really need consent from someone who's so pathetic that they would decide to kill themselves? your soul is basically for anyone's taking".

"...i guess... you're not wrong..." Roca feels defeated because what the god said was the truth, he still feels ashamed at himself to even think of going out the easy way after hurting a lot of people in his old life, "so...what now?, am i just, going to be reincarnated again?" Roca asks the god in defeat.

"yes, but first i would like you to look at your status", "and how do i do that?" Roca asks the god, "say status" Roca was surprised at how simple it is, he also thought that that would be a thing that exist here ever since he saw Lyra use magic, since the books about reincarnation that he read before has this system.

"status" a panel that shows his stats appears, it looks pretty average to him, and he also has some skills, "a calm mind..." a passive skill that will make your heart and mind calm even in dangerous and life threatening situations, "so this is why i was so calm... what's next... a hero's resolution..." a passive skill that will strengthen your feeling of wanting to help, protect, or save someone, if your heart and mind thinks it's right and rational, "this probably what gave me the courage to help her".

"... courageous nature" a passive skill that will help you in a fight, helping you do the correct and safe choices even if it has a high chance of dying, and it also boosts your speed and dexterity permanently, "huh there's one more, construction magic?" a magic that allows the user to construct anything using magic, be it physical, magical, or spiritual.

"oh, i gave you that one, I don't know where you got the first skill though, but it's an useful skill right?" Roca seems kind of glad to have these skills, even though most of them are passive skills, "so this construction magic is the reason why i can do those things while i was fighting those bandits huh?".

a couple minutes ago

"I'll be sure to kill you all!" he runs towards them with a sword, the hooded bowman shoots, Roca does a swift side step and throws a dagger at the bowmen, the bowmen grunts and steps back behind the two guys that just got close, "huh? how did i-" Roca immediately blocks an attack from behind and twirls around and sliced the man's head off.

Roca then immediately turns around and stabs the man that was charing at him and kicks him away, "i-i can do this!, i can-" an arrow flies towards him, Roca tries to dodge but he was late and the arrow penetrates his eye, "agh!" Roca wobbles back, he tries to block the incoming attack from the swordsmen but failed.

Roca drops his sword and starts to stumbles backwards, he is now leaning on a tree, he sees with his other eye that someone is going towards the cart, "no!, don't you dare get closer!!" he tries to run towards the guy, but immediately gets stabbed by the swordsmen in the gut, "bugh!...agh...please...at least...let them live...".

the ground under him suddenly glows, a wave of rocks starts to rise quickly towards the cart and closes it while also penetrating the man near the cart and the swordsmen from their bottoms, the sword inside Roca's stomach slowly slides off and falls on the ground, "haah...haah..." he stumbles back and falls on the ground while leaning on a tree, his vision starts to get blurry, his body getting cold, when suddenly everything went dark.

present time

"...this power...is amazing, i still don't get how it works, but all i know is that it's amazing" Roca clenches his arms and looks around once again, "hey god, will i reincarnate as an elf again?" Roca asks the god, "hmmm, no, you'll be a human, since you died as a demon, a beastmen, and an elf, so the last choice you have is a human" Roca seems kinda disappointed at this.

"...when i was an elf i didn't understand what the humans were saying, so if i turn into a human, will i not understand what an elf is saying?" Roca asks with a look of sorrow, he doesn't want to let go of Lyra, he feels as if she is special, and he hopes she feels the same, "hmm... hm? haha! interesting, okay, I'll give you the skill to understand every languages in this world".

Roca's face turns bright, and he smiles, "thank you oh merciful god!" he got to his knees and bows, "yeah yeah, get ready to get transported will you?" Roca stands up with a face full of happiness, "I can't wait to meet you again, wait for me, I'll be there" he thought to himself, his body starts to glow, and then, he was gone, "heeh, no wonder you were single in your last life, your soulmate is in this world, but... you need to choose only one, good luck Roca, and have fun...well i guess polygamy is a thing, but will they be okay? haha! this is very interesting!".

Roca slowly opens his eyes, "...a wooden ceiling, where am i?" he sits up and looks around, he then looks at his arms, "human arms, huh, pretty well built" he then stands up and walks towards a door and opens it, outside he sees a vast field of grass with the breeze of the wind brushing his hair gently, he walks outside and turns around to see that he was summoned inside an abandoned house.

"huh, pretty big house, seems old and rotten though, not a condition fit to be living inside" he turns around and looks towards the distant village, people seem to be pretty busy, "let's go there shall we" and so he starts to walk towards the village, while walking he looks at the mark on his hand, reminded of Lyra he feels sorrowful yet determined to find her, but at the same time he also remembers something else.

"wait, that god said that i was given a trial to give me powers, but i got most of my powers when i was an elf, and he can even give me powers himself, why didn't he just resurrect me as i am now and give me the powers now then?! I wouldn't have to die three times!" Roca gets enraged at the stupidity of the god's actions, "...but, i wouldn't have met her if i was resurrected as a human immediately huh?, then why did he turn me into a demon and a beastmen first then? tch!".

after a while of walking he starts to get closer to the village, he can hear the faint sounds of people talking, children laughing, and the sound of cutting wood and hammering metal, "so this is another world huh, pretty neat to be honest" as he gets closer to the village he gets stopped by three girls wearing leather gear, "adventurers? they look like one, i guess I'll say hello" he thought to himself.

"um, hi there, my name is Roca, can you tell me where i am right now?" Roca asks the girl that seems to be leading the trio, "did you just come out of that abandoned house?" she asks while putting her hand on her swords handle, seeing this Roca steps back, "listen, I don't want to fight, so can you please-" before given the time to finish talking the girl unsheathed her sword and points it to Roca's neck.

"answer me" the girl wears an intimidating face, trying to scare Roca into submittion, "u-um, yes" Roca takes a couple small steps back to get further away from the tip of the sword, "...Roca huh, you seem human to me, take off your shirt" Roca seems taken aback by this weird request, "w-what are you-" "do it!" she shoves her sword closer to his neck, "woah! okay okay! jeez" Roca takes a couple steps back and slowly takes off his shirt, "I'm surprisingly calm in this situation, i would be pissing my pants right about now if not for the skill a calm mind" he thought to himself.

his body is pretty well built for a normal human, but other than that he is a completely normal human, one of the girls behind the girl with the sword seems to be kinda flustered and is shielding her eyes, while the other seems to be staring as if her eyes are glued to his body, "...okay that's enough, cover that indecent body of yours" the girl sheathes her sword and turns around to hide the slight blush on her face, "you're in a small village called Tempar, now that I've checked that you are human, you can come in".

"huh, they seem to be pretty normal girls, but is a guy with a body like mine really so rare that it could make them react like that?" Roca thinks to himself while wearing his shirt, "follow me, I'll bring you to the village chief" the girl walks inside while the other two follows, "not even gonna tell me her name? rude" Roca thinks to himself while following them from behind, the flustered girl seems to occasionally sneak some glances towards him, while the other one is not even hiding her interest in Roca, and so she slows down and walks beside Roca.

"hey there, my name's Rika, nice too meet ya" Rika smiles brightly at him, her brown hair that is in a short ponytail swings as she walks, "nice to meet you too, um, Rika" Roca seems quite uncomfortable at the way she looks at him, it reminds him of a tragic memory, "oh yeah, let me introduce the other two" the girl walks towards the girl that is still flustered and grabs her shoulders, "this one is called Clara! she's a shy one as you can see" Clara blushes while avoiding eye contact with Roca, her long blonde hair and short stature reminds him of a figure he once bought and used for private purposes and it makes him blush from embarrassment.

"and this one is called Amy!, even though she has such a cute name she's so strict!" Rika touches Amy's shoulder with an arm while smiling, "Rika, would you please keep it down? and don't be rude to a guest" "sorry~" Rika let's go of Amy and walks beside Roca once again, "but you were the one that pointed your sword at me when i first came here, didn't you?" Roca thinks to himself, her silky and long black hair reminds him of his sister, something in his heart was hurt after remembering his past.

when they finally arrived at a house, Roca was greeted with the smell of wood and flowers, it was a pleasant smell, "you follow me, the two of you stay here" Amy points at Roca and knocks on a door, "aww bummer" Rika sits down on a sofa while pouting and clara does the same, without the pouting, the door opens and Roca walks inside with Amy, infront of him is an old man looking outside the window while smoking something.

"village chief, I've brought you an unknown person that came out of the abandoned house up the hill" the old man puts down his smoking pipe and turns around to look at Roca, he squints his eyes and stares deeply into Roca's eyes, as if he's searching something, "u-um, greetings, my name is Roca, it is a pleasure meeting you" Roca slightly bows, the old man then smiles and sits down on the chair, "you... you're from another world, aren't you?" hearing this Roca was surprised, "...excuse me?".

Amy also seems surprised, "sir you mean, he's from your world?" Roca looks at Amy and then back at the old man, "yes, i can sense it, but you're not japanese now are you? malaysian? indonesian?" Roca is surprised that he would meet someone from his world this early, "i-i'm indonesian" Roca is kind of glad to meet someone from his world, "ahh, i see, how's it going over there, is everything good?" the old man asks while leaning on his chair, "yes, everything is fine, no more wars, conflicts, everyone is at peace".

Amy looks at both of them in confusion, "so, I'm guessing you've been reincarnated by one of the gods, which is it? the god of life? time? love?" The old man waves his hand and a tea set starts to float towards the table, "you can sit, want some tea?" Roca sits down and nods, "i do not know which god summoned me, but all i know is that that god is despicable" Roca's face is full of spite and anger.

"hmm then what did the god's domain look like?" the old man takes a sip of the tea and floats one more cup towards Amy, "domain? um, i guess it was pitch black" Roca take a sip of the tea and is pleased by how good it is, "pitch black? now that's rare...a godling summoning a soul..." the old man rubs his chin, he suddenly looks surprised, "Roca, did you...kill yourself in your last life?".

Roca was shocked that he knows about the way he died, "...yes, i did, i shot myself in the head..." Amy looks at Roca's back with a tiny feeling of sorrow and pity, "...i see, then I won't ask any further" "but how did you know that i killed myself?" Roca asks him, "...a godling can not resurrect a dead person, only a god can, but there are some rare cases where a godling does resurrect a person, but that is only if they found a wandering soul, a soul that was not supposed to die at the time they died, the common reason for this to happening is when someone got into an accident, or if they killed themselves".

"when i looked into your eyes, i can sense that your old life was hard and sorrowful, and so that's why i asked you of what is going on over there, i thought you were a soldier, but now that i know that you were resurrected by a godling and that earth was in an age of peace, the only answer is that you've committed suicide, what brought you to this decision i shall not ask, right now, that life that you had before is over, you are what you are now, it is best to forget about the past and stop carrying the sadness and pain on your back even after death".

Roca tears up, he wipes his tears and stares at the old man, "you're right... I'll... I'll try to forget about everything" Roca smiles and the old man smiles back, "Roca, you are welcomed to stay here, and if you do decide to leave someday, i shall respect your decision, i see strength and potential inside of you, we are in need of more firepower, so what do you say? will you please stay here as our guard?".

the old man brings a sword slowly towards him using magic, putting it on his hands, Roca seems troubled by this request, he wants to explore the world that he has always dreamed of going to, he wants to see new things, discover new people, but more importantly, he wants to find Lyra, as he thinks about his next decision a large explosion can be heard outside of the house.

"Amy!" the old man screams, "on it!" Amy swiftly opens the door and runs outside, "Roca, we can discuss about this later, right now we need your help!" the old man stands up and walks towards the door, "w-what's going on?!" Roca stands up while holding the sword, "bandits, they've been attacking us for the past few months, after two weeks of them not appearing we thought they gave up and ran away, but i guess we were wrong, this is the reason i wanted you to stay, i want you to help us fight these bandits".

"if you run away right now, I'll take it that your answer is no, but if you stay and fight with us, i want to hear your answer after the fight, and i hope it is the answer that i want to hear" the old man walks outside, leaving Roca alone, "...i guess i have no choice, i would be too ashamed to meet Lyra if i leave these people alone".