Midday.
The sun hung high in the sky, pouring molten light upon the earth.
Beneath that blazing gaze lay a quiet pond.
Ripples trembled across its surface.
Below, in the murky depths, the small body of a child was slowly sinking.
Gurgle…
Air bubbles slipped from his mouth.
His lips trembled shut.
Wide eyes stared into the muddy green water swallowing him whole.
"Am… am I drowning?"
The thought came slowly.
Distantly.
As if it did not belong to him.
Confusion flickered—
Then instinct roared.
He kicked.
Splash!
The pond's surface shattered as his head burst through.
He thrashed, small arms flailing desperately, dragging himself toward the shore.
Cough—!
He collapsed onto the muddy bank.
Water spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed.
"I… remember…"
His name was Eryon.
A nobody.
A child abandoned by a runaway mother and raised by a drunkard father.
A life so suffocating that he had chosen the pond over tomorrow.
Yet death had not claimed him.
Instead—
It had awakened him.
Memories surged.
A different sky.
A different world.
Earth.
In that previous life, he had been a calisthenics athlete.
Disciplined.
Relentless.
Ordinary—yet strong.
A faint smile curved his pale lips.
"To reincarnate into a supernatural world…"
His gaze sharpened.
"Then I will not waste this life."
"I will become strong. Stronger than anyone."
"Strong enough to treat the end of the universe as nothing more than timepass… to reverse it… to control it."
A translucent panel shimmered before his eyes.
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[ Status ]
Name: Eryon
Age: 5 / 120 years
Race: Human
Realm: Normal Human (3%)
Condition: Calm, Malnourished
Talents:
• Fire Element Talent (2★)
• Wisdom Heart Physique (3★) – Greatly enhances comprehension and cognition. Allows viewing personal stats in any format.
• Regeneration (5★) – Immunity, rapid healing, limb regrowth.
Techniques: None
Skills: None
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"My previous self was foolish…"
He looked down at his thin, sickly arms.
"But what could a starving child accomplish?"
A pause.
"Still… surviving to five with this body… that was likely Regeneration."
He exhaled.
"I only regret awakening now. It would've been better to be born with these memories."
He stood.
Wet clothes clung to his fragile frame.
And he walked back toward the village.
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Whispers followed him.
Villagers averted their eyes when he looked at them.
The son of a runaway woman.
A bad omen.
No one bullied him.
No one helped him either.
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His house came into view.
His father lay outside—dead drunk.
Eryon stepped over him.
Inside he walked to the bed and lifted the quilt.
"One… two… five… ninety-eight coins."
A thin smile.
"Enough."
He placed the quilt back.
Then stomped hard on his father's face, spat on him, before walking out.
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The market buzzed with noise.
Cloth sheets spread over dirt.
Fruits. Tools. Knives.
Eryon stopped before a bearded knife seller.
The man frowned—
But before he could speak, coins spilled across the ground.
Eryon grabbed the knife he had already chosen.
And ran.
"What did you do, you witch's son?!"
The man shouted—
Yet he did not give chase.
Coins were coins.
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Moments later—
A chicken.
Pecking calmly at dirt.
Eryon approached quietly.
A flash of steel.
A shrill cry.
Blood.
He ran before anyone reacted.
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Under the shade of a tree beyond the village, he sat with the corpse.
"Disgusting…"
Blood soaked his hands.
He plucked feathers.
Tore raw flesh.
"It tastes terrible."
He chewed anyway.
"Fire… I'll solve that later."
He ate what he could.
Threw the rest away.
His stomach full, his eyes sharpened.
"I know supernatural power exists in this world. My talent proves it."
"But I lack techniques."
A slow breath.
"Then I begin with what I know."
He dropped to the ground.
Knee push-ups.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Muscles tore.
Fibers burned.
And healed.
"Haha…"
"With Regeneration, I can push endlessly."
Minutes later—
A full push-up.
Unlocked.
He spammed them.
Climbed a tree.
Pull-up negatives.
Unlocked.
Spammed.
Assisted pistol squats.
Unlocked.
Spammed.
The forest echoed with the rhythm of obsession.
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At night, he returned to steal more chickens.
Then he trained again.
And again.
And again.
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One month later—
[ Status ]
Name: Eryon
Age: 5 / 120 years
Race: Human
Realm: Normal Human (Early – 5%)
Condition: Calm, Healthy
Talents:
• Fire Element Talent (2★)
• Wisdom Heart Physique (3★)
• Regeneration (5★)
Techniques: None
Skills:
• Calisthenics – 0★ (Complete Mastery – 100%)
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He hung from vines, holding an iron cross.
A stone gripped between his legs.
His deltoids trembled.
He dropped the weight.
Released the vines.
Landed softly.
Red, swollen shoulders—
Healing instantly.
"It seems this is the limit."
"Even with added weight… further training brings only injury. No progress."
He flexed his fingers slowly.
Then looked toward the distant horizon beyond the trees.
"I suppose…"
"It's time to leave."
He paused.
"But first… I'll settle what needs settling."