Chapter 76: Cht 76: Another Reincarnation?
A low hum buzzed in the silence of his’s mind, vibrating like a faint chime struck in the depths of still water. Darkness enveloped his consciousness since world of memory broke apart like a broken glass. Thick, warm and endless. His consciousness floated in some unknown void, uncertain of time or space, only vaguely conscious of a what happened before he came to be in this state.
Then pain. A sharp, stabbing sensation like icy needles pricking through flesh and soul alike.
He winced at least, he thought he did. His eyelids, heavy as iron gates, refused to budge no matter how many times he tried to will them open. The simple act of moving his facial muscles felt like dragging a mountain. His body if it could still be called that ached with a deep soreness, as if his entire being had been disassembled and put back together by careless hands.
A breath shuddered through him. The air was cold, foreign, carrying with it the faint tang of scorched earth and scent of blood. Yet even that small act of inhaling seemed to echo painfully through every fiber of him. There was something off, something fundamentally altered.
He lay still for a time, his consciousness teetering on the edge of clarity and oblivion. But slowly, very slowly, the fog began to thin. His awareness sharpened, focusing inward despite the darkness still clinging stubbornly to his closed eyes. He could feel the ground beneath him now, rough and broken, the scent of disturbed soil clinging to it. Whatever had happened... it had left a mark on more than just him.
With eyes still shut, Gin tried to move again—gently, cautiously but his limbs refused to obey. Frustration flared briefly, before fading into concern. Where am I? What happened...? The last memory was hazy flashes of that man in chaotic current.
He needed to know more. To understand.
So, instinctively, he reached out not with his body, but with his soul. Not sure why he did it but it felt right at the moment with body refuse to answer to him.
A quiet spark answered.
Then it flared.
His spiritual sense surged outward in a sudden wave, like ripples across a pond. The world bloomed into sharp, vivid clarity, not through sight, but yet through like eyes of his soul. Every blade of grass, every broken stone, every blood-stained patch of earth showed its presence to him. He wasn’t seeing in the conventional sense he knew. It was like projection of surroundings scanned with his soul.