1 Chapter 1: Rebirth in a Different Realm (Part 1)

Mark had always been a man of science, a biologist who had dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the natural world. His life's work had been a testament to his unyielding curiosity, and he had spent decades in pursuit of knowledge. But when his existence was abruptly extinguished at the age of 45, he found himself thrust into an inexplicable new reality.

After the finality of death, Mark awoke to a disorienting sensation. It was as though he was suspended in a boundless void, neither here nor there. He had no physical form, no senses, only his consciousness, which seemed to stretch out endlessly.

Time lost its meaning as days blurred into one another, and Mark's consciousness drifted aimlessly. He was alone in this formless expanse, an entity adrift in the cosmos. It was an existence beyond comprehension, a liminal state between life and whatever came after.

As moments turned into eternities, Mark's awareness gradually returned. He began to perceive faint sounds, distant and fragmented, like the echoes of a faraway conversation. At first, they were incomprehensible whispers, lost in the vastness of the void.

But as time passed—or at least what felt like time to his disembodied consciousness—clarity emerged. He realized he was listening to a heartbeat—a heartbeat that was not his own. It was a steady, rhythmic thumping that pulsed through the void.

For days, he listened, his consciousness reaching out toward that distant heartbeat. It became his anchor in this formless abyss, grounding him in the reality he had lost. He came to know it intimately, each beat resonating with life, with existence.

At seven months into this mysterious existence, Mark's consciousness sharpened further. He became acutely aware of the sensations around him—the gentle sway of movement, the comforting warmth, and the muffled sounds that reached his ethereal ears from the outside world.

And then, it dawned on him with chilling clarity: he was inside a womb. It was not his own womb, for he had no physical body, but he was present within one, sharing this intimate space with another life.

"I'm not in my world anymore," Mark thought with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Reincarnation, transmigration—these were concepts from fantastical tales and mythology. He had heard stories of souls being reborn into new lives, but this was something else entirely. He was still within the womb, with the knowledge and consciousness of his previous life fully intact.

Mark's thoughts churned as he contemplated his situation. He could sense the world beyond the womb—the world that was different from his own, a world of knights, castles, and impending darkness. It was the world of Game of Thrones, a realm known for its cruelty and unpredictability.a

Fear crept into his thoughts. He knew the perils that awaited him in this brutal and unforgiving world. Inhabitants of this realm had to navigate treacherous political intrigues and face dire consequences for the slightest missteps.

Determined to survive, Mark made a fateful decision. He recalled the cultivation methods from his previous life, secrets known only to the elite class. It was an ancient practice—an art of channeling one's inner energy known as chakra cultivation.

During his scientific research, Mark had delved deep into this esoteric field, even improving upon the traditional techniques, creating a more advanced form of cultivation. He had never had the chance to use it, as his research had attracted unwanted attention from a shadowy organization that sought to control his discoveries.

Now, within the confines of the womb, Mark realized he had an opportunity. Innate qi surged through his formless being, an energy he could harness for his own advantage. It enhanced his bloodline purity and innate talents, granting him an extraordinary advantage over those who had cultivated in this world for years.

For seven weeks, Mark meditated within the womb, immersed in a state of profound introspection. He focused on channeling the innate qi that flowed through his ethereal form. It was an experience that transcended the boundaries of the known world—a melding of science and magic, of ancient wisdom and modern understanding.

The unborn child's development seemed to intertwine with Mark's cultivation, a symbiotic relationship in which his newfound abilities nurtured the unborn life. He marveled at the complexity of it all, the delicate balance that had formed between two souls sharing this shared space.

As he meditated in this ethereal realm, Mark felt an inexorable pull, like a cosmic force drawing him toward a destination beyond the womb. It was an unmistakable call—a beckoning to the world beyond.

And so, as the weeks passed, Mark felt himself gradually drawn out of the void in which he had resided. His consciousness began to solidify, to take shape, and he became acutely aware of a world beyond the confines of the womb—a world he would soon enter.