Death of New Life

It took him three hundred years to collect seven artifacts. The divine light descended as promised, and the passage was opened for him. Beyond the door was the hometown he always dreamed of - the hillside, the crooked-neck tree, and the weathered grave under the tree. It is not his name that is engraved on the monument. The gods say that the flow of time is synchronized. His world has long been turned upside down, and even the language has changed. He was silent for a long time, without roaring or breaking down. He just raised his head and said calmly: "Then you owe me." The compensation is: staying alive. Go to a world where you don't have to rush anymore and start over at the age of fifteen. His name is Ian Cavendish. He was once the one who carved "K-7" on the ruins, but now he was just a civilian special admissions student with empty pockets. He opened the door of Orison King's Academy with an old lantern and a bunch of unhatched contract embryos curled up in his collar. He never went to school, never made friends, never was waited on. In this life, he just wants to walk slowly, watch slowly, and make up for everything he missed in his previous life. But the academy wouldn't let him take his time. In the practical class, he had to pretend that he couldn't fight. Some people in the library regarded him as an imaginary enemy. Some people in the cafeteria hated him because he grabbed the last croquette. The Adventurer's Guild began to put money into his crystal card, the dwarf deputy leader wanted to study the ingredients of his fist, and an old king was quietly writing him into the kingdom's chess game. ... This world is stretching out countless invisible lines towards him. In his previous life, he spent hundreds of years looking for artifacts, but nothing was left. In this life, he found something heavier than an artifact. After all, he couldn't even recite a spell. He only knows one punch.