Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 1 To You Six Hundred Years Ago

light.

A beam of light pierced the long darkness, awakening the slumbering Rean Tandin.

He slowly opened his eyes, and an undisguised imperial majesty emerged from them.

"it is finally over."

He let out a sigh that transcended time.

Today is the day of his resurrection, the Holy Emperor Rean Tandin of the Holy Eldarria Empire.

In his past life, he was sent into this war-torn alien world by a dump truck stepping on the gas.

Reincarnated amidst war, not even knowing who his parents were, without a system or any cheat codes, relying solely on hard work and opportunity, he rose step by step to a high position, unified the fragmented continent of Eli, and established the first unified dynasty in the history of this world: the "Eldaria Empire".

He also gained the prestige of Emperor Shengyuan.

The Holy Emperor's fame spread throughout the world, and dragons, elves, orcs, and demons all submitted to him, their territories were incorporated into his domain, and all races came to pay homage.

This achievement was unprecedented, and he could already be called an emperor of all time. But he was not satisfied with this. With the help of relics obtained from the ruins of ancient gods, he wanted to climb the ladder called God.

Unfortunately, the plan to ascend to godhood, which had been in preparation for ten years, was shattered in a single day. He suffered the backlash and curse of the relics, and his body weakened overnight, leaving him with less than a month to live.

In order to heal himself, he activated the sacred artifact: "The Cocoon of Return".

Within the cocoon of origin, he will purify the backlash and reshape his physical body, a process that will take nearly ten years. But once the purification is complete, a more powerful Rean Tandin, an emperor surpassing his former glory, will reclaim the throne.

By then, he will have enough power to challenge for godhood again and become the only myth.

And now, it is time for him to break free from his cocoon and be reborn.

He could feel it; a surge of power coursed through his newborn blood, and his young body was waiting to be activated.

He reached out and touched the beam of light.

"Loyal subjects, welcome your king!"

click -

As the cocoon broke, more light streamed in, and Rean saw a pair of slender, fair hands reaching out towards him from the light.
He was picked up, and then a blinding light filled his vision. Before he could even react, he was enveloped in a warm, fragrant, soft embrace.

Wow! What an adorable baby!

A delighted yet still somewhat childish voice rang in my ears.

"?"

"what happened?"

He still couldn't open his eyes, but he could feel that someone had hugged him without any regard for etiquette and was even arbitrarily kneading his cheeks.
This overstepping of authority angered Rean, especially at this crucial moment of his resurrection, when someone dared to commit such an act of disrespect for imperial authority!

"He must be punished with lightning!"

However, when he tried to unleash the lightning punishment, he discovered that he couldn't use any of his immense magical power.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that there were no of his subjects, no magnificent palaces.
There was only a simple little wooden cabin, with clean white sheets, a small wardrobe, and creaking window shutters. Gentle sunlight streamed into the room, and steam rose from the fireplace in the corner.

The only person welcoming him to his new life was a pretty, elfin girl with long gray hair, wearing an apron, and with a baby face and pointed ears.

The elf looked at him, her face pale and weak, but her sapphire-like eyes held excitement, surprise, and an indescribable joy.
love.

Why was she looking at me like I was a baby?

And why was this little girl able to pick up my nearly two-meter-tall frame?

“Something’s wrong”

Rean realized something, but he preferred it to be his imagination.
The elf extended a slender finger and gently touched his cheek, speaking in a soft, trembling voice.

"Little baby, from now on I'm your family."

Rean raised his hand and saw that his once strong and powerful hands, which had slain countless enemies and were stained with blood, had become short and delicate, like newly sprouted buds, their flesh-colored light shining in the sunlight.

"Have I turned into a baby?"

His pupils were trembling.

"And shouldn't I be deep within the royal court, in a tower? Where am I?"

how so.
Emperor Rean Tempest has been petrified.

The power to overturn clouds and seas!

What a magnificent and imposing body!

The empire I fought for half my life! And who is this white-haired girl?!
What the hell happened?!

The elf placed him on a soft bed covered with a blanket, and then held his two round ankles.

"Don't move, little baby, let me see."

"Wait, what are you trying to do! Stop! Stop right now!!"

Rean roared, but found that the newborn body was completely powerless, and could only fumble around with its two little hands, making loud wailing noises.

"Oh, it's a boy! He's so small and cute!"

This is an utter disgrace, a complete humiliation! His Majesty the Emperor has been so humiliated; it is a national disgrace to the empire!
Rean was furious and wanted to yell and curse, but all he could manage to let out a few cries.

"Hey? Why are you crying so hard?"

The little elf panicked, at a loss, and could only soothe him by stroking his head with her tiny hands.

"Oh, right, newborns need to be bathed!"

Seeing the lingering slime from the cocoon on Rean's body, the elf suddenly remembered something. She quickly turned and grabbed the steaming kettle, poured hot water into a wooden basin, added cold water, tested the temperature, and then carried it to the bedside. A towel was soaked in the warm water.

But as soon as the towel, damp with warm water and not yet wrung out, touched Rean's skin, he felt a searing pain and cried out even louder.

"Hey, hey?" The elf quickly took back the towel, wondering why the baby was reacting so strongly.

"Is the water too hot?" She then realized that a newborn's skin is more delicate.

So he added more cold water, wrung out the towel, and carefully and gently wiped his body again.

After all that, Rean was exhausted, but he couldn't resist the newborn's strong sleepiness and actually fell into a deep sleep while being gently wiped.

He didn't know how long he had slept before he opened his eyes.

He was lying on a soft mattress, with the same baby's little hands, in the same small, charming wooden cabin. It was already dusk, and looking out the window, he could barely see a few wisps of smoke. He guessed that there must be a small village outside.

Beside the bed, the gray-haired elf lay fast asleep.

On the wooden table to the side lay a half-broken oval eggshell, the cocoon that carried his rebirth, which now appeared to be unusable.

The cocoon, which was as tall as a person when it went in, has now shrunk to the size of an ostrich egg.

Rean let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"You've really become like a child."

He had repeatedly confirmed with the highest-ranking sage of the Fata that the Source Cocoon could purify the curse on his body and reshape his physical form.

But this is going too far.

I just rerolled his account to a starter account.

Even all the magic was gone.

Wasn't it supposed to be a return to the peak period?
Damn it, we have to chop off that damned sage's head.

The ministers who echoed their sentiments were also killed.

But now there is another very important question: why is he here?
The Cocoon of Origin is placed in the deepest part of the empire's interior, under layers of restrictions, and should not be allowed to fall into the outside world.

Rean had a bad feeling.

The resurrection took much longer than expected, and during this time, the empire may have experienced major upheavals, or even been destroyed.

Only for this reason would the Cocoon of Origin, buried deep within the empire, be brought out and lost to such a place.

He turned his gaze. The room was simply furnished, and the only thing that reflected the era was a book on the table. He was living in the Middle Ages, and such bookbinding techniques were unlikely to exist at that time.

It must have been at least a hundred or two hundred years ago.

We'll have to gather more information to find out exactly what it will become.

But there's one thing he's certain of now.

He is most likely no longer the emperor.

At least for now, it's certain that I can't go back to the Empire.

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