The Magus of Genesis

Ever wondered if you wanted to fly in the sky?

Or you want to be a transparent person and play prank, or you want to talk to an animal, but fine.

Most of that dream that mankind has long wanted was solved by science.

Starting with the first manned flight of mankind by the Wright brothers, the aircraft has evolved into rockets using ion engines, and even personal aerial units have been realized.

Optical camouflage of what is military is already in the realm of circular ripeness, and in current combat, it is said that the means of countering enemies using ether are common.

Although conversations with animals that do not possess the degree of intelligence to manipulate the language were almost a substitute for jokes, high-performance translators have already made the language walls between humans a thing of the past and have also begun to have cultural interactions with band dolphins, some squid, chimpanzees, etc.

This hundred years is exactly the age of scientific omnipotence.

However.

But still, I couldn't abandon my longing.

It is a crystal of mystery, a wonder itself, an unknown concept.

That is, give back to the magic.

I don't remember if there was any trigger anymore.

Or maybe there wasn't one like that.

By the time I realized it, I was terribly attracted to that concept of magic, I admired everything that had to be in the world, and I had been pursuing something that science could not prove ever since I was a boy.

Rune Sorcery, Says Sorcery, Gand Sorcery, Alchemy on Astrology, Spells on Witchcraft (Witchcraft), Immortality, Secularism on Exam Trails, Yin Yang. I learned all the magic of East and West now and practiced that mastery.

The object of interest, of course, does not remain just magic.

Demons, ghosts, UMA, psychic powers, demons to God. I looked up myths, folklore, and legends from all over the world from one end to the other, and I went to see them by doing whatever I could to hear the name of the psychic or psychic.

In doing so, I became known as a world-renowned occult researcher.

In time, eighty-nine years.

The conclusion that I spent my whole life exploring mysteries like that and made.

There is no such thing as mystery in this world.

The world was too robust.

Everything is there, and there is nothing strange about it. If there is, it is only a person's misidentification.

Of course I wasn't able to prove everything, and sometimes it was just a wonder.

But they're also far from mysterious.

Eventually they would be exposed at the hands of men and fall off the seat of wonder, I thought.

I don't know how others would rate it later in life, but subjectively, the effort I put my whole life on the line was totally futile. He keeps pursuing what he doesn't have, he has no wife, no children, he ends his life.

No regrets, it would be a lie. Repentance is innumerable.

But I wish I hadn't lived this way.

If you were reborn ten degrees, you would live the same way as ten degrees.

Besides, there was only one last thing left to look forward to.

Ten, eighty-nine, I guess I will be betrayed again. But don't worry about disappointing all this time. Because by then, my very existence was gone.

Leaving myself to a fading consciousness, I slowly close my eyes.

The world is surrounded by darkness.

I'm dead.

- Precisely, he was supposed to be dead.

The next time I noticed, it was dark.

I have a sense that I'm dead. Is this the post-mortem world?

For that matter, the sound of bruising gets to my ear. If you can't see anything after you die, why not be quieter? Somehow I thought so.

Besides, it's strangely cramped. As soon as I reached out, my fingertips hit something soft. I don't see it, but they have something. I can't even stretch my hands and legs much because of it.

It's kind of weird, I think. The body is fluffy and light like no gravity, and then it can't move well. Something's wrong, except that my legs aren't on the ground so I'm not comfortable stepping on them.

Anyway, we have to get out of this narrow place. When I thought so and was moving to the dark clouds, I heard voices from somewhere. I know it doesn't sound clear, but it's still a word I've never heard at all.

But I somehow figured out what that meant.

At the same time, where am I?

Apparently this isn't the post-mortem world. On the contrary, the exact opposite is true. I gently stroke the wall, which I inexplicably pushed earlier.

Earlier, the voice was that of a gentle woman. It was a voice that cared for my child in my stomach.

I mean, I'm, like, in the world of my life.

I trembled in emotion, alone in my mother's womb.

Rebirth. It is also a rebirth with memories of one's previous life from a fetal state.

Would there be such a mysterious experience?

To be honest, I hardly believed in the post-mortem world, reincarnation, etc. I thought that if I died, I would be gone, and thus I would cease to exist.

Not that I don't feel a little, discouraged by the debacle of the world that I find for the first time. It's a world that was so robust that it kept betraying my life. It was like a good enemy to me, so to speak, and I wasn't zero in my mind to wonder if I couldn't work any harder.

But such a slight disappointment and so much joy fills my chest. Disappointment is like winning room, so to speak. Maybe my memory disappears as it grows, but that's good. Until we make a grand win and run.

But first, if you're not born safe.... Well, there's nothing I can do for myself if I want to. Will you at least be careful not to get backwards? Besides, we must also avoid the foolishness of choking with our cords wrapped around our necks.

So much so that I realized that I didn't have a cord attached to me. Stupid. What do you mean!?

I rush to rub my hands around my belly, but it still doesn't come on. When I tried to rotate my body, I was able to rotate indefinitely. Totally wireless. What the hell is wrong with this?

When I panicked, all of a sudden, the pressure grew around me. I don't think so. Soon my body will be pulled somewhere. The muscle strength of the fetus was not enough to resist, and I moved as I was done.

My vision, which was dark, suddenly enveloped me in the light, and I meditate my eyes all the time on the rest of the glare. Doing so suddenly pulled me off, and I lost gravity and rolled to the floor.

Apparently, he was able to be born safely. Speaking of which, I can't figure out what a baby does. Should I cry or something?

When I opened my eyes slightly thinking that there was no such benefit, I saw both arms stained bright red. It's a baby, but it's too red. I was single in my previous life, but still I've seen about my sister and her baby. There can't be so much red on the boulder. As such, it was bright red.

What do you mean? When I put my strength into my body, I heard a humid noise on my back. Keep your gaze on your back in a squatting position on the floor.

There it is again, red. No, I don't care about the redness. It is many times more important to have unfamiliar organs. It looked like wet clothes. It must be wet because it's out of the mother's womb now. But as far as I know, no creature is born in clothes.

When I was stunned, someone licked my cheek. If you look up unintentionally, my huge face is staring at this one many times. The mouth opened and a familiar voice sounded clearly. That's the voice I heard in the womb. I mean, I guess she's my mother.

Thin, long face, golden eyes. Wings that remind me of bats, sharp nails. Long tails and scales covering the entire body. That probably has the same thing on it in mini size for me too. He looked very familiar to me.

Everyone knows that even if it wasn't me who studied all the mysteries of the world.

That is, a dragon.

Until recently, I wondered if there would be more mysterious experiences than rebirth. But the thought was wrong, and I realized later.

No, I was a hunk of mystery.