《Fortune and Future》


 The Divine Encounter and Christopher Choice

    "?Eh? ?D¨®nde estoy?" Murmur¨® Christopher, con una mezcla de sorpresa y asombro.


    Sus pies no tocaron el suelo, sino m¨¢s bien una superficie et¨¦rea que se extend¨ªa debajo de ¨¦l como una nube s¨®lida. A su alrededor, el paisaje era tan bello como desconcertante. Las monta?as, en lugar de estar cubiertas de nieve, estaban adornadas con picos de cristal que brillaban con una luz iridiscente. Los lagos, en lugar de ser pr¨ªstinos y claros, reflejaban las estrellas y los secretos del universo en sus aguas profundas y oscuras. Y los bosques, en lugar de ser simplemente verdes, parec¨ªan vibrar con una energ¨ªa antigua y poderosa, como si estuvieran vivos y conscientes.


    Una sensaci¨®n de asombro se apoder¨® de Christopher mientras contemplaba el paisaje que ten¨ªa ante ¨¦l. Sab¨ªa, en el fondo, que no se encontraba en ning¨²n lugar de la tierra conocida. Estaba en el reino de lo divino, en el hogar de los dioses y deidades que hab¨ªan dado forma al mundo desde tiempos inmemoriales.


    Christopher, con la mirada fija en la figura frente a ¨¦l, dej¨® de lado la magnificencia de su entorno para concentrarse en la presencia frente a ¨¦l. Una luz c¨¢lida y dorada lo envolvi¨® todo, pero esta vez no solo proven¨ªa del sol, sino que tambi¨¦n emanaba de la deidad que se manifest¨® ante ¨¦l. Era una luz que trascend¨ªa lo f¨ªsico, irradiando sabidur¨ªa y poder, iluminando el camino hacia la comprensi¨®n y la transformaci¨®n.


    La figura dej¨® de fluctuar entre formas luminosas y tom¨® la apariencia de un hombre de mediana edad con piel p¨¢lida. Llevaba un traje ingl¨¦s color carb¨®n con rayas grises, complementado con un bomb¨ªn oscuro a juego. Su puerta era el ep¨ªtome de la elegancia y la gracia, con el pelo gris cuidadosamente cortado cayendo sobre el cuello del hombre.


    Mientras se acercaba, Christopher pudo distinguir la suavidad del azul en los ojos del hombre, un tono que reflejaba la esencia misma del cielo. Sus manos estaban enfundadas en guantes de un blanco puro, que desprend¨ªan un brillo delicado capaz de refractar la luz en los ojos del observador. En su mano derecha sosten¨ªa un bast¨®n de madera cuya veta grababa galaxias espirales.


    Un momento de silencio envolvi¨® a Christopher, mientras absorb¨ªa la extra?eza de la situaci¨®n que ten¨ªa ante ¨¦l. S¨®lo cuando el hombre habl¨®, Christopher se dio cuenta de que ya no estaba en la Tierra.


    "Saludos, Christopher", dijo, su voz profunda y ronca reson¨® en el espacio. "Ven y toma asiento, deber¨ªamos hablar un rato". Con un movimiento de su mano izquierda, el entorno se transform¨® de un para¨ªso divino a una peque?a oficina en mal estado.


    Christopher, todav¨ªa aturdido por el cambio, sigui¨® las instrucciones del hombre, sintiendo que estaba a punto de embarcarse en una conversaci¨®n que cambiar¨ªa su destino para siempre.


    El lugar al que lo llevaron ten¨ªa las paredes empapeladas con un patr¨®n floral descolorido y desgastado, que apenas lograba disimular las manchas de humedad y suciedad acumuladas con el tiempo. Fue imposible determinar el color original del papel, tan descolorido estaba despu¨¦s de a?os de abandono. Un cuadro de paisaje mediocre, pintado descuidadamente con una t¨¦cnica impresionista, colgaba torcido en un rinc¨®n, mientras que una desgastada fotograf¨ªa en blanco y negro de una familia desconocida descansaba sobre una mesa tambaleante.


    Christopher mir¨® hacia abajo y vio al extra?o hombre ya sentado en una silla de aspecto gastado, detr¨¢s de un escritorio de roble carcomido por el tiempo. El otrora majestuoso escritorio ahora parec¨ªa triste y abandonado, con la madera astillada y manchada. Frente a ¨¦l, una silla con el respaldo roto esperaba al invitado, como si estuviera a punto de ceder bajo el peso de cualquiera que se atreviera a sentarse en ella.


    "Me presento, mi nombre es George", dijo el hombre con voz cansada, como si estuviera acostumbrado a estas reuniones mundanas. "Tengo buenas y malas noticias, ?cu¨¢l te gustar¨ªa escuchar primero?" -pregunt¨®, como si fuera una simple formalidad de una conversaci¨®n normal.


    Christopher se sent¨®, sinti¨¦ndose a¨²n m¨¢s confundido por la discrepancia entre la importancia del momento y la mediocridad de su entorno. La sensaci¨®n de misterio se intensificaba con cada detalle mundano que observaba en esa oficina desalmada.


    "El malo", respond¨ª, sin entender muy bien lo que estaba pasando.


    "Est¨¢s muerto", dijo George sin ning¨²n tono en su voz, como si estuviera leyendo la lista de compras.


    La mente de Christopher daba vueltas mientras intentaba comprender lo que estaba pasando. Hab¨ªa o¨ªdo hablar antes de la idea de una vida futura, pero nunca hab¨ªa cre¨ªdo en ella.


    George pareci¨® sentir su confusi¨®n y le sonri¨® amablemente.


    "S¨¦ que esto puede ser abrumador para ti, Christopher, pero te aseguro que esto es real. Dejaste tu vida mortal y ahora est¨¢s aqu¨ª en el m¨¢s all¨¢. Te traje aqu¨ª para hablar sobre tu otra vida".


    ?Vida futura? ?De qu¨¦ estaba hablando? Recordando sus ¨²ltimos recuerdos de ¨¦l, Christopher estaba en su habitaci¨®n, escribiendo un panfleto a favor del sufragio femenino cuando sinti¨® un profundo dolor en el pecho. Se dej¨® caer sobre la mesa, entrecerr¨® los ojos moment¨¢neamente por el dolor y cuando los abri¨®, estaba aqu¨ª en este mundo.


    "?Vida futura?" ¨¦l le pregunt¨®, su voz apenas era m¨¢s que un susurro. "Pero antes estaba muy vivo. ?Es esto alg¨²n tipo de broma?"


    "D¨¦jame explicarte, Christopher", dijo George. "Su lucha contra el apartheid y por los derechos de las mujeres los convirti¨® en enemigos del gobierno".


    Los ojos de Christopher se abrieron en shock ante sus palabras. "?Enemigos en el gobierno? ?Qu¨¦ quieres decir?" pregunt¨®, aunque entend¨ªa las implicaciones de sus palabras.


    "Sabes lo r¨¢pido que avanza la qu¨ªmica en vuestro mundo y con ella nacen nuevos venenos, m¨¢s fuertes y m¨¢s dif¨ªciles de detectar", continu¨® George.


    Christopher sinti¨® que una oleada de ira y frustraci¨®n crec¨ªa en su interior. "?Y qu¨¦? ?Me est¨¢s diciendo que me asesinaron? ?Nunca pens¨¦ que llegar¨ªan tan lejos!"


    George levant¨® una mano para calmarlo. "Entiendo c¨®mo te sientes, Christopher. Pero si vengo ante ti, no es solo para decirte eso. Tambi¨¦n te presento la oportunidad de una nueva vida en otro mundo, con tus recuerdos intactos".


    "?Nueva vida? ?Otro mundo?" repiti¨® Crist¨®bal. "?No quiero eso! Quiero volver a mi mundo".


    La expresi¨®n de George se suaviz¨®. "Entiendo que puede que no sea f¨¢cil de aceptar, pero lamentablemente no puedo enviarte de regreso a tu mundo. Tu cuerpo mortal ya pereci¨®. Ahora puedes elegir si quieres reencarnar siguiendo el proceso normal o el proceso especial".


    Christopher felt a lump in his throat. He couldn''t believe what he was hearing. All of this was too much for him to take in.


    "But what about my family and my friends? What will happen to them?"


    George''s eyes filled with compassion as he spoke softly to Christopher. "I understand this may be difficult for you to accept, but unfortunately, they will mourn your sudden death, but eventually they will move on and have a good life. Do you want me to show you a glimpse of their future?"


    "Can you do that?" Christopher asked.


    "I''m the CEO of this universe, Christopher. I can do it if you want."


    "Then show me," Christopher allowed.


    George moved his wrist and suddenly, a vision appeared before Christopher''s eyes. He saw his parents sitting in the living room of his house, surrounded by friends and family. They were all dressed in black and their faces were haggard with pain.


    Christopher felt a pang of sadness as he watched them cry for him. But as the vision continued, he saw that they were slowly but surely beginning to move on with their lives. He watched his brother graduate from a prestigious university and get a good job, his sister become one of the most successful businesswomen in the country, and his little sister pursue her dream of becoming a doctor.


    Christopher couldn''t help but feel glad that they were having a good life even with him gone. He was the eldest and breadwinner of the family, and he supported his younger siblings. Thinking that his sacrifice would bear fruit and that they would succeed gave her a sense of comfort.


    As the vision faded, Christopher wiped away his tears and turned to George. "Thank you for showing me that. It''s comforting to know they''ll be okay."


    George nodded. "I''m glad I can give you some comfort. But Christopher, you must understand that there is no turning back to your mortal life. However, since you are going to be reincarnated, in addition to the normal reincarnation process as a normal person, you can choose to a special process." .


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    Christopher looked at him curiously. "Special processes? Do you mean those in novels where a person is reincarnated in another world and acquires extraordinary abilities?"


    "Well, you can say that," Ciel agreed. "Magic and technology are two sides of the same coin. They both try to use the energy of the universe for their purposes. Since mass and energy are equivalent, a magician can use that to transform the world. But in the universe he "I manage there are no breeds with that ability, so it will not be the same as what you have read. However, I can still bless you with something that will make you powerful.¡±


    "So magic exists" Christopher said in amazement.


    "Okay, I think I''m getting it, but why me?" Christopher asked after a minute of silence, his mind filled with doubts.


    "Well, Christopher, when you were on Earth, you would have noticed that you were smarter than everyone else, they would have called you a genius, right? Well, that''s because of your unusually powerful soul, which allows you to reincarnate with your memories," he explained. Jorge.


    "An unusually powerful soul, huh?" Christopher hummed thoughtfully. But now that he received that explanation, he understood why he was always so advanced compared to his contemporaries. He was an engineering student and a professional gamer, constantly getting good grades and winning tournaments, which gave him enough money to support his and his family''s education. Thinking that his sacrifice would bear fruit and that they would succeed gave her a sense of comfort.


    "How rare is this kind of soul?" he asked.


    "This happens once every 10,000 years in this universe. But to reincarnate with your memories, such a soul alone is not enough. It also takes a lot of positive karma, which you also have. That''s why I offer you a deal." George responded in a monotone voice and continued: "You can choose to reincarnate following the normal process, under which you will forget everything but, with karma, you will be born in a very good position in life, or you can reincarnate with your memories and some benefits of the profession." .


    "What benefits?" Christopher asked, curious.


    "The benefits are powers unique to this job that you can possess. They say knowledge is power, and so I will grant you that power. You will have an encyclopedic knowledge of everything scientific. How the plane flies, how cars move, and how it works the steam engine As an engineering student, you may know those concepts, but can you create one with your current knowledge?


    Christopher shook his head. "Not¡­"


    "Then I will give you the knowledge and experience to make one, even if you have not had the opportunity to build one before, it will come naturally to you. The second power I am going to grant you is the ability to defend yourself." . "I will bless you with the art of combat so that you can protect yourself in this new world," George said.


    Christopher frowned. "Wait... I think I''m starting to understand. You''re sending me to a world that''s centuries behind mine? Like medieval times or something?"


    George''s lips curved into a soft smile. "You are absolutely right. I have prepared a world for you that is far behind in terms of technology and culture compared to your previous world."


    "I see," Christopher stroked his chin. "So this will be similar to the tech gap genre that I read about in novels. I don''t know... but this excites me."


    "With those two powers, you will be able to thrive in this new world," Ciel said. "Why don''t we try it now? Explain to me what oxidative phosphorylation is."


    Christopher''s eyes widened in surprise when Georgele asked him to explain oxidative phosphorylation. It was a topic I had read about before in some biology articles, but never delved into it. So, naturally, he wouldn''t know the answer, but curiously, words were forming inside his brain, preparing for an answer.


    Then, curious about these supposed benefits, his mouth moved.


    "Oxidative phosphorylation is a metabolic process that uses the energy released by the oxidation of nutrients to produce adenosine triphosphate (ATP). It is so called to distinguish it from other pathways that produce ATP with lower efficiency, called the "substrate level." "It is estimated that up to 90% of cellular energy in the form of ATP is produced this way... wait a minute, how do I know this?"


    "See? Even if you have no prior knowledge of a certain topic, you will naturally understand it. Of course, if you are not familiar with a topic, you won''t understand it, right? But with the power I blessed you with." , you can use it as a Wikipedia like the one in your world. Check it out".


    Suddenly, a game-like user interface appeared in front of Christopher.


    [Host: Christopher Anderson.


    Look for:


    Books: Psychology, religion, history, geography, pedagogy, mathematics, economics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, geology, organic chemistry, molecular biology, fine arts, physical communication, agronomy, horticulture, soil sciences, agricultural engineering, animal science, languages . ]


    "This is like a game..." Christopher muttered under his breath.


    "Now, for your second skill, which tests your fighting skills. Defeat these two experienced martial artists I summoned..." George flicked his finger and two figures materialized next to him.


    Without warning, the two martial artists pounced on Christopher simultaneously, their movements fluid and coordinated. Christopher watched them carefully, his eyes following their every movement as they approached him. He watched the way they placed their feet, the way they clenched their fists, and the way they breathed.


    As they approached him, Christopher took a step back and raised his arms, his fists clenched tightly. The first martial artist, a tall, muscular man, aimed a roundhouse kick at Christopher''s head. He ducked, avoiding the attack, and then counterattacked with a swift blow to the man''s stomach. The blow left the man breathless, making him stumble backwards.


    Meanwhile, the second martial artist, a shorter but more agile fighter, attempted to kick Christopher''s legs. Christopher stepped aside, evading the attack, and then delivered a powerful uppercut to the man''s chin. The impact sent the man flying through the air and he landed hard on the ground.


    Christopher took a defensive stance, eyes locked on the two martial artists as he stood up. He could see the determination in his eyes, the fierce will to win. But Christopher was also determined.


    This is his new power and he couldn''t be more excited to try it out and explore it.


    The martial artists attacked again, this time more aggressively. They unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, trying to overwhelm Christopher with his speed and strength. But Christopher was ready for them. He dodged and weaved, his movements were fluid and elegant. He parried her attacks and then launched lightning-fast counterattacks, each blow landing with precision and force.


    The martial artists fought with everything they had, but in the end, they were no match for Christopher''s skills. With one final blow, he knocked them both unconscious, leaving them lying on the ground. Christopher stood there for a moment, catching his breath and taking stock of his victory.


    "That was...surprisingly easy," he said, a note of disbelief in his voice.


    "Still, that won''t do you much good. At most it will save you from extreme circumstances. One man can never defeat an army, which is why the greatest power that exists is not just technology or military power, since even the Larger Empires that seemed unbeatable fall from within, so you will have the knowledge and experience of politics and oratory to convince others and achieve alliances, in addition to recognizing the plans of your enemies and having the ability to read people "You will have the ability of an unbeatable general in battle, who defeats an outnumbered army. Would you like to try it?"


    After a nod from Christopher, I felt an indescribable pain in my head, as if my soul was breaking into a thousand pieces, and in each of those fragments I saw scenes that passed at an immense speed. In some he led an army that defended itself in multiple locations, such as a plain or


    a mountain range, with a river between the two armies. In others, I led a guerrilla war and therefore saw countless battle scenes, in multiple eras, from bow and arrows to hypersonic missiles, and from commanding a few dozen people to leading a war with millions of soldiers mobilized. Moments later, those scenes changed from guerrillas to political campaigns, from command centers to palace plans, and this is how I saw myself in the politics of countless government systems and in all eras.


    "So what do you think?" -Jorge asked.


    "I don''t know... the feeling is indescribable."


    He smiled, as he took out a palm-sized stack of papers from a drawer and said:


    ¡°If you want to be reincarnated with your memories and some benefits of the profession, read and sign this,¡± he said as he pushed the mountain of papers with letters the height of a micrometer, with a bold title that read ¡°Terms of employment for administrative personnel.¡± .


    Christopher took the contract with trembling hands, his eyes anxiously scanning the lines of printed text. Each word seemed to carry the weight of an uncertain future, a destiny he was about to seal with his signature. A feeling of fear


    and anxiety washed over him as he considered the implications of what he was about to accept.


    ¡°I''m interested in accepting but I have questions that I would like you to answer¡± seeing him nod continuously


    ¡°ok¡­what would my job be? I read it in the contract but I would like to know it from you¡± ¡°travel to a world in which you will be born as a vebe, you will develop civilization, technology and culture and you will lay the foundations for that world to continue developing in your absence


    ¡°Okay, but what would your salary be? because none of that is mentioned in the contract¡±:


    "transcend the cycle of reincarnation and have an immortal soul so that as long as you do not resign (work forever) you will not be able to die, although according to the terms of the contract you will have a century of vacation for each millennium of work"


    "Then I''m going to work for eternity without any pay," Christopher said with a nervous laugh that escaped his lips. It seemed ironic to him that even in the afterlife the idea of working without monetary reward was still valid. However, the idea of compensation beyond the material intrigued him, making him question the true value of his work in the grand scheme of the universe. Putting those thoughts aside, he continued with the questions.


    "Who are you?" Christopher asked curiously.


    "I''m the CEO of this universe," George answered calmly, as if it were a routine question he had already prepared. "My job is to ensure that it is developed sustainably."


    George''s response only fueled Christopher''s curiosity. "Who chose you for that position?" He continued to press.


    "Being the first being to achieve strong enough karma and soul when I died, I was given that position," George explained seriously. "It was empty because it was a fairly young universe."


    "Okay, I understand," Christopher murmured with a trembling voice as he signed the contract that was going to change his destiny.


    "Well, now that you''ve accepted the job, you can go to your new world. If you have questions, don''t hesitate to ask," George announced, indicating that the conversation was coming to an end.


    "Uhm... What are the conditions for a promotion?" Christopher asked, feeling the need to know more about his future in this new role.


    A laugh echoed from George before he responded. "Haha, ambitious boy!" he exclaimed he. "If you perform well at your job, you will be able to accumulate enough karma to be able to pass it on to others. With that karma, you will be able to store their souls in the void for a time before they enter the cycle of reincarnation. So, when you are in another world, you will be able to invoke their soul with their memories to inhabit a body that you have prepared. In this way, you will be able to have assistants in your work."


    Intrigado por estas posibilidades, Christopher sigui¨® con otra pregunta. "Uhm... ?otra pregunta? ?Nacer¨¦ como un beb¨¦?" pregunt¨®, registrando las novelas y mangas de reencarnaci¨®n que sol¨ªa leer.


    "Nacer¨¢s beb¨¦, Christopher", anunci¨® George solemnemente.


    Christopher suspir¨®, sintiendo una mezcla de emociones revoloteando en su pecho. "Est¨¢ bien... creo que estoy listo", murmur¨® con determinaci¨®n, aunque su voz temblaba ligeramente.


    "Sal por la puerta y salta hacia la espiral en el vac¨ªo, y tu alma ir¨¢ a tu reencarnaci¨®n", instruy¨® Ciel, se?alando hacia la puerta en la parte trasera de la oficina.


    Christopher dio un paso adelante con una mezcla de ansiedad y determinaci¨®n. Abri¨® la puerta y su mirada se encontr¨® con la profunda oscuridad que se extend¨ªa ante ¨¦l, una vor¨¢gine que parec¨ªa absorberlo todo. Una ola de emoci¨®n y miedo lo invadi¨® mientras miraba hacia el abismo. Sin embargo, en medio de esa incertidumbre, una chispa de intriga y coraje lo impuls¨® hacia adelante. Dio el salto hacia lo desconocido.


    Sinti¨® que una repentina r¨¢faga de viento lo atravesaba, una sensaci¨®n de ingravidez lo envolv¨ªa mientras ca¨ªa al vac¨ªo. El aire silbaba a su alrededor y la oscuridad lo absorb¨ªa todo, como una manta envolvente que lo sumerg¨ªa en lo desconocido. Por un momento, el miedo y la emoci¨®n se entrelazaron en su pecho, pero una determinaci¨®n f¨¦rrea lo sostuvo mientras ca¨ªa.


    En esos breves momentos de ca¨ªda libre, Christopher experiment¨® una serie de sensaciones abrumadoras. Su mente luchaba por entender lo que estaba pasando, mientras su cuerpo respond¨ªa al v¨¦rtigo y la adrenalina que lo embargaban.


    Finalmente, en un destello fugaz, Christopher desapareci¨® en la oscuridad, su figura fusion¨¢ndose con el vac¨ªo infinito. En ese fugaz momento, el destino de Christopher se entrelaz¨® con el universo, marcando el comienzo de una nueva aventura m¨¢s all¨¢ de los l¨ªmites del tiempo y el espacio.

 Johns Awakening

    Mientras recuperaba lentamente la conciencia, sinti¨® el suave y c¨¢lido abrazo de la tela que lo envolv¨ªa, acun¨¢ndolo con ternura. El familiar aroma de su madre y el suave murmullo de su voz lo reconfortaron, mientras los sonidos y olores del mundo que lo rodeaba se filtraban en su conciencia reci¨¦n despierta.


    Poco a poco, su visi¨®n se aclar¨® y vio a una hermosa mujer con cabello casta?o suelto que lo sosten¨ªa en sus brazos. Sus ojos eran charcos de c¨¢lido y maternal amor, y sus delicados dedos rozaron suavemente su piel.


    Sus pensamientos eran confusos, como si ¨¦l estuviera saliendo de un largo sue?o, mientras luchaba por comprender la extra?a sensaci¨®n de su peque?o cuerpo y el mundo que lo rodeaba. El fr¨ªo en el aire lo hizo temblar y grit¨® de frustraci¨®n por la falta de control sobre su nuevo cuerpo. Sus gritos fueron recibidos con un arrullo tranquilizador por parte de la mujer que lo sosten¨ªa.


    La mujer habl¨® en voz baja, su voz era como la miel. "Mi querido John", murmur¨®. "?Eres tan lindo~!"


    Mientras Christopher yac¨ªa all¨ª, incapaz de girar la cabeza para ver lo que lo rodeaba, pudo sentir que se encontraba en un lugar de gran comodidad y lujo. La habitaci¨®n estaba adornada con muebles lujosos y ricas telas, y la mujer que lo sosten¨ªa estaba claramente bien cuidada y acomodada.


    Momentos despu¨¦s, escuch¨® el sonido de pasos acerc¨¢ndose.


    Pronto, la puerta se abri¨® con un chirrido y varias figuras entraron a la habitaci¨®n. La nueva madre de Christopher se volvi¨® para saludarlos con una sonrisa.


    Las primeras en entrar fueron dos j¨®venes doncellas vestidas con impecables uniformes blancos, con el cabello cuidadosamente trenzado y recogido hacia atr¨¢s. Llevaban consigo bandejas de comida y bebida, ofreci¨¦ndose con una reverencia respetuosa.


    Detr¨¢s de ellos, Christopher pudo ver la imponente figura, un hombre alto de alrededor de 1,8 metros, de hombros anchos y expresi¨®n severa. Estaba vestido con ropa formal, como si estuviera a punto de ir a juicio, un abrigo largo y elegante, posiblemente hecho de piel de alta calidad como astrac¨¢n o piel de zorro, no lo s¨¦. Debajo del abrigo llevaba una chaqueta entallada y un traje pantal¨®n. lana gruesa, con un chaleco a juego para proporcionar calidez adicional. Sus botas ser¨¢n robustas y resistentes a la intemperie, hechas de cuero de calidad y con suelas gruesas para proteger contra la nieve y el hielo. Tambi¨¦n usar¨ªa guantes de cuero o piel y un sombrero de fieltro para mantener la cabeza abrigada. Adem¨¢s, lleva una bufanda de lana o cachemira alrededor del cuello para protegerse del viento fr¨ªo. Ese podr¨ªa ser su nuevo padre.


    "Hola, ?naci¨® sano y salvo, Laura?" pregunt¨® el hombre.


    "S¨ª, cari?o", respondi¨® Laura con una sonrisa. "Es un beb¨¦ muy feliz".


    El hombre se acerc¨® con paso tranquilo, su mirada llena de curiosidad y cari?o mientras observaba al beb¨¦. ''D¨¦jame verlo'', pidi¨® suavemente, extendiendo los brazos para recibir al reci¨¦n nacido.


    Laura le pas¨® a Christopher a su padre, quien lo mir¨® con una mezcla de curiosidad y afecto.


    El hombre observa atentamente al beb¨¦, con una leve sonrisa curvando sus labios. "Se le ve sano", coment¨® con satisfacci¨®n. "Y tan hermoso como su padre".


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    "Laura se ri¨® suavemente ante las palabras de su marido. ''Siempre tan halagadora, querida'', respondi¨® ¨¦l con una sonrisa y sus ojos brillando con complicidad."


    "It''s true," the father responded tenderly. "You have your blue eyes and my dark hair."


    "Really?" Laura tilted her head and studied Christopher with her aqua blue eyes. "You''re right. He has inherited your eyes."


    Christopher watched the exchange between his parents, observing every detail with his newborn eyes. According to what he heard a moment ago, he could understand his words, they spoke English but the accent and the chosen words were strange, just like an old man would speak, although his parents did not look that age. She may not be his only child either, since there were 4 girls following her new father when he entered the room. Furthermore, her new parents'' faces looked as if they were around 35 years old.


    Christopher''s eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. The lack of modern appliances, combined with oil lamps, confirmed that he had been reincarnated in the Victorian era, specifically at the end of the 19th century.


    Suddenly, Laura pushed John, who moved him into her arms. "Are you hungry, little one?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.


    Christopher realized that he was actually quite hungry. He felt a familiar pain in his stomach that he had experienced in his previous life. Laura lowered her clothes and Christopher caught a glimpse of her chest. He knew what would come next. But as he tried to process this new experience, he found himself conflicted.


    He was an adult guy in his previous life, so the idea of sucking the breasts of a woman who appeared to be younger than him seems unethical.


    Laura, oblivious to Christopher''s internal conflict, cradled him close to her chest and began to breastfeed him. At first, she felt a sense of disgust, but as the warm milk flowed into her mouth, Christopher''s hunger dissipated and a wonderful calm came over him.


    Being a baby is scary. Thinking that his instincts took over just like that made him realize that he doesn''t have full control over his new body.


    ''Is this going to be a problem in the future?'' he thought to himself. Well, there''s only so much a baby can do. He will have to wait a year or two to be able to control his body completely.


    ***


    Two decades have passed since John, formerly known as Christopher, came into this world once again. From his childhood, he demonstrated exceptional intellectual prowess, absorbing languages and knowledge with astonishing rapidity. He mastered English at the age of one, and by the time he turned ten, he was already fluent in French, German, Spanish, Russian and Chinese, perplexing his parents and guardians.


    But behind his academic achievements hid a restless soul, full of questions and challenges. Despite his brilliance, John longed for something more than knowledge: he longed to understand the world and his purpose in it.


    Su habilidad en matem¨¢ticas era igualmente extraordinaria. A la tierna edad de tres a?os, resolvi¨® problemas complejos y corrigi¨® errores en c¨¢lculos de adultos. Pronto formul¨® teoremas originales e hizo contribuciones notables a campos cient¨ªficos espec¨ªficos. Redescubri¨® importantes identidades matem¨¢ticas a los trece a?os y formul¨® teoremas de teor¨ªa de n¨²meros a los once.


    Ingres¨® a la universidad a una edad inusualmente temprana y obtuvo un doctorado antes de los veinte a?os. Su tesis doctoral, una s¨ªntesis innovadora inspirada en Keynes y otros te¨®ricos econ¨®micos, gener¨® controversia en la comunidad acad¨¦mica.


    John estaba ahora absorto leyendo una carta cr¨ªtica de L¨¦on Walras sobre su tesis. La dej¨® en la mesa y se dirigi¨® al comedor, donde lo esperaban su padre y su madre para almorzar.


    Su padre, tambi¨¦n llamado John, fue un magnate de los negocios y el primer multimillonario del pa¨ªs. Fundador y presidente de Titan Energy Exploration, su influencia en la industria petrolera fue inconmensurable.


    Su madre, Laura, era una abolicionista dedicada y una devota esposa y madre. Criada en una familia noble, inculc¨® a sus hijos el amor por la cultura y la educaci¨®n.


    John ten¨ªa cuatro hermanas mayores, Elizabeth, Alice, Alta y Edith, a quienes vio en la habitaci¨®n donde naci¨®. A medida que aprendi¨® de ¨¦l la historia del nuevo mundo, comenz¨® a aceptar el hecho de que hab¨ªa sido enviado al pasado en lugar de reencarnar en otro mundo.


    Adem¨¢s, el CEO del universo le hab¨ªa otorgado habilidades que le daban una ventaja injusta en este mundo, como el acceso a informaci¨®n sobre tecnolog¨ªa moderna y registros de batalla. Aunque tentador, John sab¨ªa que su verdadero desaf¨ªo era usar sus dones para el bien.


    Despu¨¦s de un tranquilo almuerzo familiar, John se levant¨® y condujo a su padre hacia el garaje. "Lo que quer¨ªa mostrarte est¨¢ aqu¨ª", le dijo con una sonrisa. Su padre asinti¨®, intrigado. "Vamos entonces".