After dying a meaningless death in his old world, a tired, ordinary man is reborn as Teclos—a young boy in a remote village surrounded by deadly beasts, old traditions, and ancient magic.

In this new life, he finds something he thought he had lost: simplicity, purpose… peace.

For a time, he lives quietly—learning, adapting, and slowly finding his place in a harsh but honest world.

Until everything is taken from him.

In a land where strength decides who lives and who is forgotten, grief becomes something many grow accustomed to.

And as he walks a path stained with blood and vengeance, one truth becomes clear—

This world does not reward kindness.



This is basicly my first book, also english isn't my first language so there may be some grammar errors. I'll add romance later on probably, not at the start.

Teclos stopped beside the stranger at the bar.


Up close, the man looked even less remarkable. The brown coat was worn at the cuffs, his boots were dusty, and there was nothing about his face that would draw attention in a crowded room.


The mercenary captain hovered several steps behind Teclos, one hand pressed beneath his bleeding nose. His men had managed to drag themselves away from the broken tables, though none seemed eager to approach the bar again.


"You came all this way," he said. "You may as well order something."


Teclos looked at the purse beside his hand.


The stranger glanced over his shoulder.


Chapter 137 - Chapter 136 - The Stranger’s True Face