I was born before the stars.
I shaped worlds, watched civilizations rise, and fell into boredom so deep that eternity itself began to rot.

Then, one day… I died.

And woke up crying.
Small. Soft. Human.

My name is Auren now — a newborn with the memories of a god and the hand–eye coordination of a drunk squirrel.
My father’s a retired adventurer with the subtlety of a war drum.
My mother’s a healer who can patch wounds and hearts with equal precision (and terrifying accuracy when scolding).

Trapped in a mortal shell, I must learn everything I once ignored:
how to live, how to love, and how to survive a world that bleeds magic and steel.

I once ruled existence.
Now, I’m just trying not to choke on my own tongue.

But for the first time… I think I might actually be alive.

Hey guys i am the writer of this book and i decided to write this novel again and after this i will sand the new chapter which have more humours and it was better than my previous work


well actually i am not satisfied with my previous work and i don't think it was that fun I wrote few more chapter in previous tone but it get bored and i thought that if writer is getting bored than what about reader and ys it was not giving me chill like my previous novel gave me that fun of writing that sensation so that's why i am starting from zero i hope u all will cooperate 


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