1 Chapter 1: Prologo

-Narrator-

"What is there after death?".

It is the question that everyone asks at some time in their lives, and only a small percentage of 0.000001 will ever find out.

A wandering soul who strayed from the path of reincarnation was found by a being who rules over life and death.

Better known as the Demon Devourer of Memory, a dimensional entity that preys on misguided souls to feed on their memories.

Every time a person dies his soul makes a trip to purgatory where he is judged, depending on his verdict, he will walk through the passage of hell or reincarnation where when he crosses it his memories will be erased.

The souls that are lost or suffer some kind of inconvenience are taken advantage of by dimensional demons that govern a law. Even with all the power that the demons have, they have conditions, and one of them is that they must reach an agreement with the soul to devour its memories.

These memories are exchanged for reincarnation to another world, and wishes to make his new life easier. Souls are easy to be gulled by demons, in many cases, they make fraudulent deals with the intent to take more memory than they should for wishes granted.

-Pov MC-

I opened my eyes heavily and looked at the surroundings only to see white walls.

"Where am I?" I asked myself, not knowing I would receive an answer.

"It's in my domain. In mortal terms, I am a god. You have died, and out of my benevolence, I will give you a chance to live again a new life. Reincarnate in a new world, only in return as payment I will take some memories of you." The voice rang throughout the place, but no other person was nearby.

It felt like the walls had spoken to me, everything was so surreal, I was surprised to be so calm.

"Reincarnation? Benefits? I can make any wish, just like in isekai and novels." This whole situation seemed like the fictional novels I read.

"Something similar. The world where you will go is the same as the world you lived in life. You can make wishes that don't break the boundaries of your humanity. No surreal abilities for the perspective of the humans of your old world." His voice seemed to have something in it that made me quickly agree to his terms.

"How many wishes can I make, and what kinds of wishes can I make? Tell me something more detailed." I said calmly not wanting to overlook anything.

"The standard amount for these cases is 3 wishes, but as a gift for your cooperation, I will give you something more. On the condition that I don't ask what it will be, you must find out for yourself." He said in a serious voice. "As for the example, let's say you may have a sixth sense of danger or ability for something specific."

I thought for a moment wishing, by his example I already had something figured out. A way to circumvent his conditions.

"As a first Wish, I want to have a talent for whatever I set my mind to." Without saying anything else I waited for his answer from the being.

Having talent is ambiguous, it can be a talent for cooking, talent for soccer, science, mathematics... etc. Practically... infinite possibilities.

"I have never been asked anything like that before. A very well played, will have the talent you want. Next...". In a neutral voice, he said, I couldn't tell if he was angry at my boldness.

"Second wishes I want to have an eidetic memory, third photographic reflexes." Those are the two things that could give me strength beyond the average human.

I couldn't ask for anything that breaks the mundane standards, these two wishes could be centimeters away from the line that separates real and fiction.

"Accepted. Live long and be happy." Without saying more or me being able to say anything everything went black. "For your wishes, I'll take 85% of your memories, happy deal." I managed to hear, but it was too late to say anything.

...

-Timeskip is 3 years old

-Narrator-

In a small village in France on the outskirts of Normandy, there was a mansion where our protagonist lived with his family. After being reincarnated and living the traumatic situation of being conscious since birth, Ivon Laurent Welton learned to live with his new parents.

Enzo Laurent father of Ivo, the descendant of an old family. A loving and serious father who spends most of his time working, always trying to leave a little time to spend with his family.

Emma Welton mother of Ivon, a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. As with her husband, she spends a lot of time working. Enzo and Emma loved each other madly, and some of that love was passed on to their son.

In Ivon's room, mother and son were lying on the bed. The mother held her son in her arms as she combed his hair with her hands while telling him a story.

"All the beasts tormented the little people, weak and fearful, could only await their end before the werewolves until a hunter came along. Not just any hunter, he was a member of the Silver Brotherhood. Holding only his sword he confronted the evil werewolf, and with all his strength he thrust his sword into the chest of the accomplishment killing it in the process, thus saving the villagers. A hero to them and a hunter to the beasts is how the villagers told it." Emma was telling a story to her son, one that didn't seem to be too crude for a 3-year-old.

"Mom, who is the silver brotherhood?" Ivo acting curious asked,

Even as a reincarnate he had to maintain his facade of a normal child or part of it. By carelessness, he showed some of his abilities, from that day on he was named a genius by his parents.

"It's a group of people who protect the weak like the villagers in the story. Mom and dad are part of the silver brotherhood. That's why mom and dad travel so much, to defeat the bad guys. Ivon you are a smart boy I know you can understand, loved you, my boy. Even if we don't spend much time with you, remember mom and dad will always protect you." Ivon listened carefully to her mother.

It was true that for as long as Ivon could remember, her family spent days, even weeks, traveling. The maids in the house took on the role of caretakers.

"I understand mom." Ivon still did not understand that everything her mother was real, as ignorant as a child her age.

"Now sleep." She said only to leave him alone.

Alone in the room, Ivon thought about his mother's words, he didn't want to believe that it could be real what she was telling him.

"It must be a way of explaining his absence to me. Don't worry mom I love you anyway." She thought as she closed her eyes to sleep.

At that time Ivon never thought that where she reincarnated was not as peaceful as in her previous life.