We were walking toward the party, excited and chatting about random things. The date was November 23, 2025.
Who was with me, you ask? Well, my closest friends: Rehan, Arsalan, Ibrahim—and, of course, me, Nawaz.
Everything was going fine until—
Screech!
Out of nowhere, a truck came speeding toward us. Instinctively, I pushed my friends aside, hoping to save them. But before I could even process what was happening, my blood ran cold.
It wasn’t one truck.
Four massive trucks came barreling toward us at full speed.
There was no escape.
BOOM!
Darkness.
Then… light.
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Reincarnation
My eyes fluttered open. My vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, I realized I wasn’t where I used to be.
“What…? I’m alive?” I muttered in disbelief.
I looked around. Beside me, three children were sleeping soundly. But wait… they looked oddly big for kids.
I raised my hand—only to freeze in shock.
My hands… they were tiny!
Wait… don’t tell me… did I just reincarnate?!
For a moment, excitement bubbled up in me. I had always dreamed of being reborn into another world. But then, another thought struck me—
What about my friends?
If I got hit by the trucks, that meant they did too. Did they reincarnate as well? And if so, where were they?
Before I could dwell on it, my gaze landed on a woman standing nearby. She had a warm expression, looking at us with gentle eyes.
“Is she… my mother?”
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A New World
As time passed, I learned about my new life.
My mother’s name was Rem, and my father’s name was Albert William.
We were quintuplets—meaning I had four brothers born alongside me.
Our family belonged to a third-rate noble house with the surname William.
My father was an A-class hunter, while my mother was a B-class supporter. That was pretty strong in this world.
This world itself was divided into four major regions, each ruled by a dominant race:
1. The East – Ruled by the Elves.
2. The West – Ruled by Humans.
3. The South – Ruled by the Beastfolk.
4. The North – Ruled by the Demons.
There was a peace agreement between these races, preventing all-out war—for now.
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Three Years Later
By the time I turned three years old, I could walk and talk fluently. At first, I thought I was growing at an accelerated rate, but then I realized—so were my four brothers.
One day, I finally saw myself in a mirror.
White hair. Blue eyes.
Damn, I looked handsome—a mix of elegant and cool, yet strangely sharp and intense, like someone destined for great things.
But something was bugging me.
I had a hunch…
So that night, I gathered my four brothers in my room. They were confused but followed along anyway.
“Alright,” I said, my heart pounding. “Let’s do a little test.”
I took a deep breath and called out three names—names that shouldn’t exist in this world.
“Rehan. Ibrahim. Arsalan.”
The three of them immediately stood up, eyes wide.
Silence filled the room.
Then, in perfect unison, they all said:
“You’re Nawaz… right?”
My breath hitched.
We were all reincarnated… as brothers.
That kinda sucked, but at the same time… it was also kinda amazing.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, we each introduced ourselves with our new names:
Nawaz → Nether
Rehan → Rean
Ibrahim → Ivan
Arsalan → Arther
Fate had brought us together again in this new world.
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As I looked at my brothers, I couldn’t help but notice—damn, they all looked kinda handsome too.
Each of them had distinct features that made them stand out.
Ivan – He had sharp red eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light, paired with sleek black hair. There was something effortlessly cool about him, like a rogue prince from a fantasy novel.
Rean – He had deep green eyes that held a piercing intelligence, framed by neatly styled black hair. His look gave off a calm but sharp vibe—like someone who always had a plan.
Arther – His appearance was the most unique. He had a striking mix of black and white hair, creating a half-and-half contrast that made him look both mysterious and charismatic. His dark black eyes held a depth that made him seem older than he was.
Meanwhile, I stared at my reflection again—white hair, blue eyes.
We were like a squad straight out of a legendary tale.
Handsome, strong, and reincarnated in another world.
This life was about to get interesting.
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