Rizky was just an ordinary package delivery guy. Every day, he rode around the city on his motorbike, delivering goods from one address to another. From the outside, his life seemed simple, even boring. But behind his plain face lay a great secret.
"My name is Rizky... but I'm hiding something. In another world, I was once the strongest," he thought quietly.
The roar of the motorcycle engine accompanied him on the highway. The wind slapped his face, the car horns behind him blared, making the street atmosphere even more chaotic.
"Hey! Could you drive a little slower?!" shouted a driver who was annoyed because Rizky had overtaken him nimbly.
But Rizky ignored him. His gaze was straight ahead, focused only on finishing his work as quickly as possible.
Package Pickup Location
As soon as he arrived at the pickup location, Rizky was immediately greeted with mockery.
"Hey, newbie. Why are you back so fast? Don't tell me you're just delivering randomly, and the packages aren't really reaching their homes?" said his co-worker with a condescending tone.
Rizky just sighed, not wanting to respond. It was normal for him to be bullied almost every day.
"Why does your face look like you don't like seeing me? Want to fight, huh?!" his co-worker puffed out his chest, challenging him.
Before a fight could break out, a shout broke the atmosphere.
"Look! It's the famous artist, Fitri... she... she's pregnant?!"
People immediately went wild. While everyone was busy talking about the gossip, the sound of a sports car engine roared loudly. A black Lamborghini stopped right in front of the package pickup office.
The car door opened. A beautiful woman got out, long wavy hair, beautiful eyes, a charming smile. Everyone fell silent. Impossible—it really was Fitri, the famous singer.
"Why is an artist like Fitri here...?" the bully muttered confusedly.
Fitri walked straight towards Rizky. Her face was serious, her steps were firm. Rizky was confused, his heart was pounding.
"Why is she coming towards me?" he thought.
"You're Rizky, right?" Fitri asked coldly.
"Yes, why? Want to order a package?" Rizky frowned.
Without saying much, Fitri grabbed Rizky's hand, then pressed it to her stomach.
"You got me pregnant, Rizky. Have you forgotten that incident?"
Rizky's eyes widened.
"What—!?"
And instantly, he woke up from his sleep.
Another World – Alden's House
His breath was ragged, cold sweat soaked his face.
"What kind of dream was that...?" he hissed, sitting on a simple wooden bed.
He got up and opened the window. Morning light streamed in. Birds flew in the blue sky, fresh air stung his nose. This world felt... real.
"It's been five days since I reincarnated here... but why am I still having strange dreams about that woman?" he muttered.
My name is Alden—my new name in this world. Previously, I lived as Rizky on Earth, then died and was reborn in a world of magic. Two lives, two tragic endings. This is my third reincarnation. I just want to live casually. But... if my power is revealed, this world will tremble."
He went out of the house. From a distance, he saw a group of adventurers returning from a dungeon. Their faces were full of laughter, carrying their loot with pride.
"Guilds, huh..." Alden gave a small smile.
"Maybe I can create a secret guild. A guild that no one knows about, so I can still live peacefully."
But before his thoughts could develop—
BOOOM!
A loud explosion shook Crystal Peak village. Black smoke billowed, the screams of villagers echoed.
"Assassins! Run quickly!!"
People scattered, screaming in fear. The sound of footsteps, cries, and screams mixed chaotically.
Alden looked up, seeing black smoke and armed silhouettes in the distance.
"Damn... assassins? In this village?"
With one leap, his body shot up onto the roof of a house. From there, he saw them: a group of armed mercenary bandits, led by a large, fat man with a face full of burn scars. His aura was arrogant, full of pride.
The captain looked up, staring at Alden.
"Who are you?! Could this terrifying aura be coming from you?!" he snapped.
Alden stared coldly.
"Why are you causing trouble in Crystal Peak?"
The captain laughed loudly.
"Hah! Don't you know who I am? Look closely! My body is fat, my eyes are burned, and this uniform is feared throughout the land! I am Borgas Veyl, unit 10, slayer of ten thousand people!"
He laughed proudly, but Alden's gaze remained flat, piercing his soul.
"Proud of killing innocent people? You're trash."
For the first time, Borgas felt goosebumps. His body trembled just because of someone's gaze. The terrifying aura from Alden pressed down on all his men. They trembled, their faces pale with fear.
"C-crazy... who is this guy really...?" Borgas started sweating.
In an instant, Alden disappeared. The wind rustled quickly.
"What?! Where did he go?!" Borgas panicked.
A cold voice sounded right in front of him.
"Here."
Borgas' eyes widened. Alden was already standing inches away from him. His movements were too fast for the naked eye.
With one light swing, as if wielding an invisible sword—
SWOOSH!
Borgas' head separated from his body. Blood spurted out, his body fell with a thud.
His men screamed hysterically.
"C-Captain?!"
"What just happened?!"
Alden stood upright. His gaze remained cold, as if death was nothing.
"Listen carefully. Tell me, where is your main base. Otherwise, your fate will be the same as your captain's."
The bandits trembled, not daring to look at him.
"M-master... we're just ordinary members... only Captain Borgas knew the location of the main base..." one of them replied falteringly, full of fear.
Alden sighed deeply.
"Alright. Go. Tell your leader: if you dare to disturb the peaceful life I want... I will destroy your main base until nothing is left."
"O-okay! We'll tell them! We can only go through unit 9... only they have direct contact with units 1–10..."
"Leave quickly."
They ran away in a panic. Alden just chuckled lightly, then shot into the sky.
"Hah... that's done. But how do I recruit guild members... without being found out?" he thought, his face looking confused.
But from a distance, in the north, someone was watching him with a faint smile.
Epilogue
In a dark room, a 27-year-old man smiled nostalgically. His face was handsome, even though it was covered in shadows.
"So you've awakened, Alden. But it seems... we can't meet again. Because we are being watched by someone... my true friend."
His eyes looked far to the south, as if piercing through space and distance. Who is that mysterious man? And... who is the figure watching their movements?
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Chapter 2 Completed.