Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound of an alarm clock echoed through a dimly lit room — sharp, repetitive, almost annoying. The kind of sound that felt both ordinary and eternal.
Jay Arkwell's eyes opened slowly. For a moment, he did not dare move. His vision adjusted to the ceiling above — plain, cracked in one corner, and far too silent. He waited for a familiar blue window to appear before his eyes.
Boom.
Nothing came.
"…No interface?" he muttered, voice dry from sleep.
Still nothing.
Alarm clock was still doing its work.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
He blinked again, turning his head slightly. The clock on his desk glowed 6:30 A.M., the digits a dull red against the pale morning light slipping through half-closed blinds.
He also stopped the clock. Though it took exactly 8 seconds to turn off the Alarm. By the way, Alarm was set for exactly 6:30 A.M.
A faint breeze brushed against his face. Outside, he heard the hum of traffic, birds, and a distant voice shouting, "Don't forget your lunchbox and also don't forget to finish it otherwise be ready for consciousness!"
Normal sounds. Way to normal sound only for him.
Peaceful sounds. Way to peacefull sound only for him.
It took him a few seconds to realize what that meant.
"..."
He got chills after realising the meaning of those words.
Also,he once again was reminded by looking around that, this world was not the kind of world that whispered stats, quests, or skills and there was not any faint, sense or evidence of any type magic.
Damn, this was reality — dramticaly and painfully human, perfectly quiet except the sound of horns produced from vehicles.
He peacefully sighed. "So… this is it, huh?"
Jay pushed himself up from the bed, the sheets tangling around his legs. His body felt heavy, like gravity had been set back to default. He glanced around the small apartment — one desk, one bed, one chair, and a half-open window.
No mana crystals. No spellbooks. Just dust and sunlight.
It had been around 15 years since he reincarnated and since reincarnation he never see 999x system notification windows. He regained memories of his past life around 10 years ago. Since then, he wondered weather this life was good gift to live in peace or a wolf covered by sheep clothes.
Anyway, he rubbed his eyes, then caught his reflection in the mirror near the door.
Messy black hair. Unshaven face. Same blue eyes that somehow looked like they had seen too many worlds.
He did not look like a hero or a god more like lazy idiot who looked like someone who'd overslept for class.
---
Well, let's talk about his Routine.
That was the first word that crossed his mind.
Something about it felt grounding.
He dragged himself to the tiny kitchen and poured water into an electric kettle. The device whirred to life, glowing faint blue as steam began to rise. He opened a packet of instant coffee, inhaled the bitter scent, and smiled faintly.
"You know," he muttered to no one, "for a world that's supposed to be advanced, instant coffee still tastes like regret."
The machine beeped. He poured, stirred, took a sip — and nearly burned his tongue.
"It hurts." He laughed. And thought that if system was still here then it would have been neutralized the heat of coffee so that his tongue wound not burn.
There was something oddly reassuring about pain. It reminded him he was not dreaming because he was not really dreaming.
---
After a quick shower, he dressed in his new uniform — a simple white shirt with dark blue trim and the crest of the Aryavart Educational District embroidered near the pocket. His bag was already packed with digital notebooks and an old fashioned pen.
As he buttoned his shirt, he noticed the skyline outside his window — silver towers shimmering beneath a soft morning haze. Monorails glided silently between buildings, carrying students and workers across the city.
Holographic ads projected softly across the horizon, flashing news headlines and motivational quotes.
2081 A.D.
He didn't remember how he knew the date, but it felt… right.
---
The walk to school was quiet.
The streets were clean, lined with hybrid trees that glowed faintly from embedded solar fibers. People moved with a casual rhythm, everyone synced to invisible algorithms that guided traffic, drones, and even the weather.
Jay slipped his hands into his pockets, blending in with the crowd.
Somewhere nearby, a group of students were laughing. One of them shouted,
"Hey, did you study the Great Revolution chapter? That stuff's crazy!"
Jay tilted his head. Great Revolution? He vaguely recalled seeing the phrase on a billboard earlier.
At the next intersection, he paused beneath a floating news panel. The hologram shimmered to life, showing an old photo — five children, smiling proudly.
"Fifty years since the Great Revolution of Minds — when five prodigies reshaped the world map and united humanity under peace and progress."
He read the names scrolling beneath the photo: Dakota, Alkebulan, Tu Nova, Pangea, and Parikshit.
He whispered the last one under his breath.
"Parikshit… Aryavart's Emperor."
A faint memory stirred — not from this world, but from a dream he couldn't place. Something about kings, power, responsibility… then nothing.
He shook his head. "Must've read it in a history book somewhere."
---
By the time he reached New Veda High, the morning sun had already brightened the campus. The school was sleek — a blend of futuristic architecture and ancient design. The gates bore Sanskrit engravings alongside digital scanners, and the air smelled faintly of jasmine and circuitry.
Jay walked past students chatting under shade trees, and for the first time in years — or maybe lifetimes — he felt something he couldn't name.
Familiarity.
Not because he recognized anyone, but because this scene — laughter, footsteps, sunlight — felt like something he'd once forgotten to appreciate.
He found his classroom, slipped inside quietly, and sat by the window. The teacher, a woman in her forties, smiled at him.
"Ah, our new transfer student. Welcome, Jay Arkwell."
He was transferred here as a student because everything was alright in his home and he got bored, so he decided to transfer to another in different city to change his pace of his life because prodigy like him face their own problems of being low key.
A few students glanced at him. Some whispered. He offered a polite nod, nothing more. Introduction? Who need introduction without outpacing every every student.
So,the lesson began.
Holographic maps projected across the room, glowing softly with color and motion.
"In 2030, the Great Revolution began," the teacher said. "Five prodigies, all under the age of fifteen, met through social media and envisioned a new world order. Within twenty years, they united continents through intellect and diplomacy, not war. That's how the modern empires were born."
She pointed to each on the map as their names appeared.
Turtle Empire. Alkebulan. Incognita. Gondwana. Aryavart.
Jay rested his chin on his hand, staring at the shapes and borders.
Geniuses remade the world at twelve.
He chuckled softly to himself.
"Guess I was late to the trend."
The student beside him looked over. "Huh?"
"Nothing," Jay said, smiling faintly. "Just… thinking how weird peace looks on a map."
The student blinked. "You're kinda weird."
"Yeah," Jay replied. "I get that a lot."
---
As the day went on, everything blurred into a gentle rhythm — introductions, lunch, laughter, the distant hum of air-conditioning. No monsters. No power struggles. Just the steady flow of normal life.
At the end of the day, Jay found himself standing on the rooftop, watching the sunset burn over the city. The sky looked alive — streaks of gold and crimson reflecting off mirrored towers.
He took a slow breath. The air tasted different here — lighter, almost forgiving.
Maybe that was the strangest part.
After everything he'd done — after all the chaos and miracles — the world finally didn't need him.
He smiled softly.
"Maybe that's the point."
The wind blew gently, tugging at his shirt. Somewhere in the distance, a bell chimed — soft, melodic, grounding.
And for the first time since waking up, Jay felt completely at peace.
He didn't know where this world came from.
He didn't know why he remembered fragments of another life.
And he didn't know what he was supposed to do next.
But he did know one thing —
This time, he wasn't going to chase power.
He was just going to live.
And maybe, in a world that had already found peace, that was enough.