My name is Savin—just a given name, no surname. My family abandoned me, said I wasn't worthy of their legacy. I didn't care to carry their name anyway.
People called me "great potential, zero motivation." The potential? Debatable.
The lack of motivation? Absolutely true.
I drifted through school, college, and work—doing the bare minimum to survive. Everyone saw me as a disappointment. A waste of space.
But to me, every human is insignificant alone. Is our worth in intelligence? Adaptability? No. It lies in our numbers. Together, we matter. Alone? We're nothing.
You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this.
Well… I'm lying in my flat. Alone. My heart's giving out at forty. A sharp pain crushes my chest—I clutch it instinctively.
My breath grows shallow. The light dims. I know what this is. As I close my eyes, everything fades to black. So this is how my insignificant life ends
I hope for eternal rest—freedom from the weight of living.
But then… something shifts. I feel my soul tearing free—ripping out of my dead body and crashing into something new.
But I don't get it....
Why the hell have I just reincarnated?