Hello, all, and welcome to the world Esthane.
…And my name? Well, this time around, it's Alex Hawks.
Usually, when I give out my credentials, there's someone else to do it for me. But, as there is no one else here, forgive me if I come off like a braggart. I'll only state this once, so pay attention—if you want to, of course.
There is no coercion here.
Anyways, for each life I've lived, I have been revered for my accomplishments. The titles I claimed are as follows: Sword Saint, High Archmage, Beastmaster, Alchemy King, Master of Trades, the thief Sleight and the scout Thousand Eyes, sharpshooter Hawkeye and the shadows' blade Reaper, and always a connoisseur and collector of the fine things in life.
Although I'd reach the pinnacle in regards to skill, I would often begin anew in a body without talent in my previous field of mastery. If it were up to me, I would've stuck to just one field… but life—or lives—don't follow wishes and plans.
Even after my seventh life, there was one thing always beyond my reach.
I never found a way back to my original world. It was failure, after failure, after failure.
But who knew it'd be so easy to get the answer?
Now, I stood before the self-proclaimed gods, the "supervisors" of this universe: an old man, a boy, and a girl. Apparently, they were going to give me answers to two of my most pressing questions. Why do I have memories from past lives, and how can I return to my original world?
"So, to sum it up, I get to go home?"
"Yes, yes. Do you want me to say it again?" the old man replied. "As I said, your soul was accidentally transferred here when I opened a bridge between your world and mine. The reason you have memories of your previous lives is because you are a glitch in our system."
"Why would you have to open a bridge in the first place?"
"There wasn't enough energy in this universe, so we just took some from our neighbor's," the girl responded. "With the main planet running on technology, there'd be no need for mana, right?"
"... Then why am I only going home now?"
"Well, sorry about that," the boy spoke. "At least you're returning now."
"Yeah," the girl piped, "don't be too sad.
*There are about three thousand more words, but it melts my brain trying to continue, so this is where it ends.*