When Kyle started his next life, he found it much easier to adapt. He knew what he was supposed to know and what he wasn't supposed to know.
This ti, he decided to ban the profession of rchant for himself. He didn't want to relive the sa life again. He wanted to see many more facets.
Sadly, the instinctual rejection everyone felt towards him due to his True Sin Aura didn't make it easy. He had to try quite a few tis, but eventually, he managed to land a job as an assistant in a smithy. He just needed to heat the ovens, transport tals, clean the equipnt, maintain the equipnt, and help the actual smiths.
Life wasn't easy since everyone had a negative disposition towards him. The smiths ssed with him and purposefully gave him too much work.
Yet, Kyle just kept going. The exhaustion and pain of overworking his mortal body were nothing when compared to the Sin Flas and the Sixth Refinent.
He never cracked, and that eventually resulted in two camps forming amongst the other smiths. So of them were impressed and accepted him, while so felt like Kyle was resisting too much. The second camp tried to ss with him in more and more obvious ways.
Eventually, one of the smiths got fired for what they had done. Two of his colleagues followed him, quitting as well.
Then, the head smith looked at Kyle and offered him the position of an actual apprentice. Kyle accepted.
Sadly, a week later, on his way ho, Kyle was intercepted by the three smiths who had been fired. They pulled him into an alleyway and gave one of the guards a couple of pieces of silver.
The guard's eyes were distracted, counting the four silver pieces again and again.
The smiths took out their hamrs and struck Kyle.
Kyle's bones broke, and his internal bleedings accumulated.
Eventually, one of the smiths lifted his hamr and struck Kyle's head with all of his power.
Kyle's mortal body died.
The smiths quickly scampered off, and a couple of minutes later, the guard rang an alarm.
An investigation was held, but it never really went anywhere. The guards wanted to throw Kyle's body into the wild, but the nice smiths paid for a proper funeral for him.
They knew the people who had killed Kyle, and they were furious. Yet, they wouldn't throw their lives away just to take revenge. To them, this would always be a tragedy.
One day after his funeral, Kyle vanished from his hole. Nobody would ever notice that the corpse had vanished.
'A tragic death is also a facet of life,' Kyle thought. 'Many lives are unjustly cut short. Sotis, bad things happen.'
'If I had cracked under the pressure, I would still be alive. Sotis, being stronger ans dying younger. Strength doesn't always lead to a safer and longer life.'
Kyle left and went to a different place to start a new life.
Once more, he joined a smithy, but this ti, things were easier. There was only one guy who hated Kyle, but he just decided to mostly ignore him and do his job.
A year later, Kyle beca an apprentice, and three years later, he beca an actual smith.
As ti passed, his skills beca far better, and eventually, he traveled to a big city to open his own smithy.
His skills improved even more, and his custors beca more prominent and powerful.
One of these custors was a young soldier on his way through the military ranks. The two of them had a lot to talk about, and Kyle gave him so advice.
The soldier kept growing stronger, becoming an officer. Yet, he still kept visiting Kyle's smithy.
The officer found a wife, and the two of them even asked Kyle to watch over their child from ti to ti.
Kyle let the child explore the smithy as he kept smithing. Whenever it had a question, he would answer, and whenever the child was about to put itself into danger by touching sothing it shouldn't, Kyle stopped it.
As the child got older, it ca to the smithy by itself, just wanting to talk with Kyle.
One day, a tragedy happened.
Both its parents died in a battle.
Sadly, the child only had an estranged uncle and two estranged grandparents. They really weren't the biggest fans of taking in the child, but if the law forced them, they would do so begrudgingly.
Yet, the child said that it wanted to stay with Kyle, who accepted it. He raised it as best as he could while still running his business, and eventually, the child grew into a young lady.
However, compared to other young ladies, she only had eyes for smithing. Kyle kept teaching her, and eventually, she reached the sa bottleneck his mortal body had reached long ago.
He simply didn't have the physical capabilities to forge stronger tals.
He taught her so things about training, and she grew quickly. Her physical power increased, and her fa rose. By now, she was fully independent. She already owned a smithy that was even more amazing than Kyle's smithy.
For so reason, she didn't seem to have any interest in starting a relationship.
Instead, she devoted her entire life to forging more and more powerful equipnt.
In order to save money, she even started hunting beasts by herself to supplent the tal with beast materials.
She eventually reached the Third Realm, but by then, Kyle had beco old and weak. He couldn't even lift a hamr anymore.
She stood by his bedside with tears in her eyes, watching his struggle to breathe.
Kyle looked at her, wanting to see how far she could go.
Sadly, his ti had co. He had already lived longer than he should have.
Kyle stopped breathing, and the talented blacksmith shed countless tears.
She gave him a grand funeral, and in the future, she would na her greatest weapon after him.
This weapon would end up in the hands of the greatest warrior of the Empire, who would go on to triumph over the nature devils, which were threatening the Empire.
He would beco a Transcendent, and while he would exchange his weapon, he would never forget the weapon he had used to slay the king of the nature devils.
One day, he went to the grave of the person after whom the blade was nad and perford a respectful salute.
But by then, Kyle had already beco the supervisor of a big farm. While he had been interested in the blacksmith's fate, as a mortal, he was not supposed to know what happened after his death.
'Regrets and unresolved curiosity are part of death. I wish to see how it continues, but I can't. This is just life.'
During his next life, Kyle remained a supervisor on a farm until he grew too old to work. Not every life had trendous ups and downs. So lives just trudged along without much change.
The sa pay. The sa position. The sa people.
With decades under his belt, Kyle was seen as the vice-owner of the farm, but he wasn't actually the owner. He was just very respected.
When he grew too old to work, he just sat at ho, living his life until his body told him that it was ti.
His life ended. This ti, he hadn't forged any deep bonds. Everyone he knew, he only knew superficially.
A loner.
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