Chapter 3: ATM

　　Wind blowing against my skin, fluttering my hair as thin strands are dancing along with the rhythmic blowing of the wind.

　　On a cliff there I sat with my legs hanging at the edge posturing a lazy yet relax look with my hands being at my side supporting the weight of my body.

　　My closed eyes twitched.

　　`It has been roughly fifteen years since I came here, to say the least rather than saying aware`. But I guess it is more appropriate to call it waking up from a deep sleep akin to slumbering dragon awakening dawning, unlike the dragon full of power at its wake, instead what came was memories. Memories, that I can call my own although objectively it`s not,` sitting at the cliff as I think of this.

　　I chuckle and think that it`s quite an irony that me being on the cliff thinking about the memories and even apprehensive about but still accepted it as my own, a natural reaction.

　　`As to the reason why I guess I know` I think as I relate to "my" dying thoughts.

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　　The story being like this...

　　I was born in a middle class family and can be considered passable to wealthy people`s standards and at the same time rich to less fortunate people.

　　My family being typical and common with no exoticness what so ever in terms of overall character and identity. A family consisting of four people namely my father, mother, brother (the one dude last chapter) and me.

　　Biography wise I was a consistent honor student from grade school till I graduated college being consistent on the top 1. I worked at an office job with a slightly above average pay but gradually increased as I got promoted. As it speaks for itself I am quite a `good boy` and that came into fruition.

　　Time for me passed by quite fast repeating the same habits daily; breakfast, work, lunch break, work, go home and dinner. On weekdays where my free time is allocated I do chores in my house as I was living independently and mostly after that strenuous task I just get lazy surfing the Internet trying to entertain myself and on some occasions I will go visit my brother.

　　It`s pretty monotuous but was sufficient.

　　However, the point in life where I was blooming like flower in spring was the time of my teenage years. It was not because of a love budding but rather my transformation into a half-weeb (not really). It was at that time where my mind started to mature faster than my peers although it may sound a little bit weird.

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　　That`s basically it.

　　The crux was that the influence of my teenage years came anew when I was reminiscing at my death suddenly remembering as to why I remained NGSB (NO GIRLFRIEND SINCE BIRTH) and a virgin.

　　"Becoming one of those lucky people to be reborn with a participation prize of a noble title, `grandmagus`. "

　　Yes.

　　That`s why.

　　Finishing my contemplation, I opened my eyes and dust caught into my eyes delivring a horrendous pain and itchiness, closing my eyes again abruptly.

　　As the pain and menacing itchiness subsided, I opened my eyes looking red from the war fought still. I scanned my surroundings and lifted my head viewing the sky already red orange in shade warning that night will soon shroud the world.

　　Standing up, I patted my butt cheeks from the dust sticking on my pants. I took one last glance at that horizon whose color is hinted with gassy green (refer to green smokes from games). I started walking downhill in an experienced manner as to though I am a frequent visitor of the place.

　　Walking along the "pathway", a village came to view. To be specific where I and my family live.

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　　Walking down "streets" of the village I soon found myself upon a hut made with a combination of wood and rocks mixed together. You may wonder why not cemented because it is much sturdier, cheaper and accessible; pretty common from villages.

　　I knocked and walked in and there greeted me my mother preparing dinner.

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