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"I was really born into the wrong world."
In the city's largest library, Alhaitham gazed out the window and sighed, lamenting the cruel joke fate had played on him.
Have you ever had that moment?
That sudden revelation, as if whispered by the gods themselves—an unshakable goal, a dream that you absolutely must accomplish in your lifetime?
For Alhaitham, it happened the first time he looked in a mirror after gaining self-awareness. The moment his young eyes met his own reflection, he knew his purpose.
He wanted to be a king.
To sit upon a golden throne, command vast lands, have countless subjects at his feet, and wield absolute power over the world. He envisioned celebrations in his honor, dominion over the greatest empire, and ruling with wisdom and authority.
Yes, Alhaitham wanted to be the greatest benevolent ruler—the supreme, the undisputed, the most powerful king.
It sounds outrageous, doesn't it?
But to him, that didn't matter.
Not the skepticism.
Not the ridicule.
Not even the fact that such a dream was beyond the scope of reason.
Because dreams, when they are born from the depths of one's soul, deserve to be honored—not mocked.
And so, Alhaitham made a solemn vow to turn his dream into reality.
But as he set out to formulate his plan—strategizing how to conquer the cherry blossoms of the East and the mighty eagle across the sea—he encountered an unforeseen problem.
One he could not ignore.
He was reincarnated into the wrong world.
"Ah... How could this happen?"
Alhaitham sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the city skyline.
At this moment, he was in what was once called Sakura Country, but now it bore a different name—Sakura Province. The bright red flag of the empire was hoisted high atop Tokyo Tower, billowing majestically in the wind.
Simply put—
The Ayato Dynasty Never Ended.
The world had been conquered.
Unified.
Even democracy had taken root.
The age of kings was long gone.
There was no more war to wage, no more nations to subjugate. Even the mere profession of monarch had become a thing of history.
Alhaitham couldn't help but investigate what had happened.
As it turned out, a senior time traveler had come before him—thousands of years earlier, in fact. Someone who had been sent back in time and, in a stroke of pure madness, healed the illness of Emperor Ayato, the founding ruler of the empire.
And as if that wasn't enough...
They gave him a world map.
The result?
The empire's unstoppable cavalry swept across the world, planting their banners in every land. The Great Wall had been extended around the entire planet, and English had never been included in any school curriculum.
Alhaitham clenched his fists, his voice trembling as he muttered,
"Dear Brother Ayato... you really didn't leave anything for the younger generation, did you?"
Even now, there were red flags on the moon.
Even Mars had been colonized.
At that moment, Alhaitham understood.
"There is no place for my dream in this world."
This era, this reality—it was one where his ambitions were meaningless.
So, there was only one thing left to do.
"It seems I'll have to bet everything on the next world."
His lips curled into a smirk as he whispered to himself.
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"Energy accumulation is complete. Reincarnation will begin in five minutes. Please prepare, host."
A translucent system interface—visible only to Alhaitham—floated before his eyes.
This? Nothing surprising.
A cheat system was an absolute necessity for all time travelers.
When Alhaitham was first reincarnated into this world, the system had admitted that it got the coordinates wrong. It took eighteen years to accumulate energy for another transfer.
And finally—the wait was over.
"Hah... the time has finally come."
Alhaitham chuckled.
He had waited for eighteen long years.
And knowing his departure was inevitable, he had prepared accordingly.
Because as every time traveler knows—knowledge is the greatest cheat code.
After unlocking the system's "Eidetic Memory" ability, Alhaitham had become a devourer of knowledge. In just eighteen years, he had consumed over 13,810 books.
His teenage brain had transformed into a living library, stocked with the greatest wealth imaginable—wisdom.
But this time, the system informed him that his reincarnation coordinates had changed.
No longer the third dimension.
This time—he would be reborn in the second dimension.
A world of magic, heroes, and legends.
A mixed, chaotic realm—containing elements from "Date A Live," "The Magic XX of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Daughter," "Fate Series," "The Eminence in Shadow," "Overlord", and countless other epic tales.
If Alhaitham still had access to second-dimensional knowledge, he would have been thrilled.
But—
This world was different from his previous life.
Sakura Province never had a culture of anime, manga, or light novels.
Back in the day, Cyno—a historical figure—had been executed before ever setting sail in search of immortality.
Thus, no second-dimensional works had ever been created.
Still, it didn't matter.
Alhaitham adjusted his glasses, confidently putting back the last book he had borrowed. He stepped out of the grand library, deleting his browser history for good measure.
"System, I'm ready. Begin the transfer."
"Understood. Countdown: Three... Two... One..."
Just as Alhaitham wondered what reincarnation would feel like—
Would a magic circle appear beneath him?
Would he ascend into the sky?
Would his soul drift away like a celestial spirit?
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"
A dump truck sped toward him at full speed.
Before he could react—
BAM!
He was sent flying.
System: "Soul extraction complete. 99% of system energy depleted. Initiating world rift transfer!"
As his consciousness faded, Alhaitham twitched slightly and used his last breath to whisper—
"...Damn it."
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A Different World—The Second Dimension
In the royal palace of Paretia—
"Push, my lady! Just a little more!"
"Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!"
A newborn's first cry was expected. But instead—
A pair of brilliant eyes fluttered open.
The baby, now reborn, Alhaitham, scanned the room with intrigue.
Golden chandeliers.
Ornate furniture.
The faint pulse of magical energy in the air.
He was here.
He had finally arrived in the world where he belonged.
"Haha! My son! My prince is born!"
A regal man in a golden crown laughed heartily.
"Father, let me see my little brother!"
A blonde girl, her eyes shining with excitement, peeked over.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! A son is born!"
The nobles and ministers bowed in unison, offering their blessings.
"Wait... why isn't the prince crying?"
Silence fell upon the chamber.
Everyone turned to the newborn.
But instead of wailing like an infant—
The child simply observed them with detached curiosity.
Then, as if they were no longer worth his attention—
He turned his gaze toward the window, staring at the vast sky.
Eyes like burning stars.
The gaze of a king.
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[To Be Continued…]