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My name in another life had been Rylan Rocky. My parents had been great fans of the Rocky movies and had thus named me such. My life had been satisfying. I had enjoyed my life. Maybe, not as much as other people. I was a guy who had lost both legs in a car accident. The same accident that had taken my parents away from me. But regardless, I had preserved. The inheritance and the settlement I had gotten were enough for me to live a modest life.

And in my spare time, I found great joy in playing games. I had played a great number of tabletop games as well as electronic games. I found great joy in such an action. Because when I played, I felt normal and the same as everyone else.

Yet, it seemed that everything must come to an end. Covid had broken out, and I had been one of the unlucky few who had succumbed to my illness.

I had always wondered what happened after death. Was it the beginning of another great adventure, in the words of Dumbledore, or was it the end of everything? Would he be judged or go straight to purgatory. As far as he was concerned, none of those were bad options. But I would prefer to meet my parents, at least, if I was to be judged or sent to purgatory. I wanted to hug them at least one last time.

But such things were not to be, and he had floated in the darkness for an unknown amount of time.

He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up. Time lost all meaning, and so he floated.

That was until he saw a light and moved toward it. The beacon had called towards him, and he had answered.

And so he was reborn.

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I opened my eyes and looked in front of me. A giant was holding me with a smaller girl peeking at me. I looked at my hand and saw blood on them. I was horrified and could not speak.

The giant was panicking as he looked at me. He had begun to yell as he glared at one woman who was holding me. She had said something to him, and then she turned me around. I felt a few slaps on my bottom. Tears welled up in my eyes, and then I started to cry. The man began to laugh at that as he handed me to a woman. She had a gentle look in her eyes as she held me. She began to sing to me as she bared her breasts to me. I tried to move my head away, but she brought me towards them, so I began to suck.

It was at that moment I realized what had happened. Somehow, I was reincarnated.

Two years had passed from then.

And this was the recap. Now, onto what is happening with me currently.

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It has been a fun few years. My name is Ifrit Barkov, and my sister is Yuri Barkov.

Right now, I am annoying her as much as I can. I was called many names. A genius was one of them. I learned to speak from a very young age. My sister had been angry with me, believing that I was taking all the attention away from her. So, she took my toys and called me a brat.

I had answered back to her horror. "Give me back my toys, or I will tell Mom and Dad that you thought me bad words." I had glared at her at that point.

She had been mute with shock, but I had then started to yell. "SHIT! FUCK! "

My shouts had called our parents, and Father had looked at me and Yuri with a thunderous expression. I said a few words. "She had taught me those words."

That was all my mom needed. She grabbed my sister and began spanking her. As my father stared at me as I was standing in my Cot. He had caught me, proclaimed me a genius, and then scolded his daughter for teaching me such bad words. He also cried when he said that I did not say his name for the first time.

I patted him on the head. "There, there, Dad."

And so our lives continued on.

We had been taught everything that was expected of us. I realized that we lived in a very dangerous world. It all seemed similar to me somehow, but I never realized how. It was not until I had been reading the history of this world that I realized where I am. I was in Kislev. I was reborn in the world of Warhammer fantasy. A world under constant threat of extinction.

My mother was a mage, and my father was a warrior. Our fief, which once had been huge, was reduced in size as a result of generations of the downfall of our house. The cause had been infighting. But I was happy with what I had. My sister was more inclined to the path of a warrior, and I liked to delve into the mysteries of the world.

Magic, however, was forbidden to me. I could understand the reason why as well. It was dangerous as the source of magic was the warp gates. It had a very corrupting influence. I still remember this about Warhammer Magic.

"Magic is an eldritch energy that flows from the collapsed polar gates, flooding over the Warhammer World. It is a powerful yet unpredictable force, for it is the energy of Chaos. All magic comes from the Realm of Chaos, except for that which is gifted by the gods to the devoted. Under the control of gifted individuals, it can be a powerful tool, a terrible weapon, or a miraculous event."

My mind may still not be enough to deal with this influence. I had been told to wait till I was 14.

But, in the meantime. I learned a lot along with my sister. We learned how to fight as well as tactics.

e both were expected to lead armies in the future, so we were taught the fine art of statesmanship.

It was truly a fun time. My sister and I had grown closer. It was my corrupting influence that we both used to run away from our tutors. Hideaway in the garden and have fun.

Both my sister and I were called geniuses. She is in combat, and me in intelligence. The people had called us the blessed twins that would, in time, deliver their country from any dangers they may face.

But today was the day that Mom would finally teach us about magic.