For a non-practitioner of the Art of Soul and Divine Energy Control to reach this cave hidden so deep within this dangerous forest was nearly impossible. Only through dumb luck and a blessing from the gods could a normal human stand a chance to do so, but once they reached it, the pressure of the beast that made it its den was going to stop their advancements.

His past life self had noting to fear against such foes, but his current self lacked many of his abilities and strengths from back then. A weapon was also included among many other things. Being in the body of a young child didn't help either. Next to an average adult, he barely reached their waist, always having to look up in order to make eye contact with them.

I have about one week to find a good Soul Beast. Any more and my survival in the wilderness will be more than suspicious... Plus, I could miss Ryuciel's departure if I waste too much time. Yosh! No pressure! Alutras thought and punched his chest.

So it happened that pulled by these heavy feelings, a four years-old child should not have, Alutras once more found himself in the middle of the night, sitting atop the wall which separated the area of the practitioners of the Art of Soul and Divine Energy Control from the market below.

However, the most puzzling question for them was regarding how their child found out such things. For the adults, these matters were common sense, but for the young four years old, it was something new and exciting. As far as the parents could remember, no such event happened when a practitioner proved to their child that he truly had no future in their world.

What was supposed to be a fun and interesting meeting turned out to be a roller coaster of emotions that strangled their hearts with barbed wire. Ryuciel's cold words raised a wall between them, one the boy didn't fully understand or know how to take down.

When Alutras heard that name, the one he was called by in his past life, the crickets in his skull stopped hopping and stumbled on their own feet. The expression of surprise and astonishment on his face told the charming Ryuciel that he wasn't expecting to hear it.

The city which name Alutras had already forgotten, or rather wasn't interested in remembering from the very beginning, was built around the Jade Healer's Palace. The tall, proud building was the biggest and tallest of all those in the city. No other construction was allowed to surpass its greatness. The Jade Healer, the symbol of this city, was supposed to be the closest to the Gods above, and as such, none other was allowed to surpass him no matter how rich or powerful they were.

The Festival of the Divine went on without a cinch. The five schools displayed their strength with riches and disciples. They either rejoiced in the idea of having many practitioners with a strength over a Silver One Pearl or were reminded of their place in the hierarchy of the strong.

That was the first night Alutras had trouble sleeping ever since he stopped pooping in his pants. He was excited to see the festival, to see the rumored martial artists who would represent their schools. More so, he was curious to see who the masters of those schools were and how powerful exactly they were. His old soul was stirring inside just by thinking about the possibility of using them in the future to test out his power against them.

Many other souls in Shengo’s shoes would have most likely seen this new life as a blissful opportunity to start anew, and so did he, but no one forgot to mention to him that small detail about the diaper changing business.

Of all the bodies, I had to drop in a poop making monster! the old soul cried inside while his mother changed his dirty diapers again.

“You are a little stinker, aren’t you?” she said with a forced smile.

The sun had barely shown its gentle smile from beyond the cliffs and sent its warm rays through the windows, inside the house of the Zerun family. There, the first cries of a newborn baby boy could be heard. His cries were strong and his grip mighty. The mother was overjoyed and the father brimming with happiness.

In the mountains of the Six Warlords: Drovu, Seiga, Tengo, Saya, Merycon, and Zawo, a single man stood tall and proud, facing the fierce winds that tried to whip his body. A broad, defiant smile was on his face as he looked up at the endless skies.