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After he opened his eyes .....as the shrouding light faded away.....he noticed a peculiar change......and a mysterious bronze text in front of his eyes, on a golden screen with exotic patterns resembling clocks of some kind.

The change, the boy blessed by the Benevolent king of time noticed was his body! His body was now that of a baby , an infant with a mind of a teenage boy ....his brain capabilities didn't match his body ,his voice didn't come out as he intended and only small squeaks could be heard from his small mouth......his vocal chords weren't yet developed .......he was once again helpless unable to move his small body , reminded him his tragic life before the light and whispers ...but also mysteriously gave hope to the tenacious lad of a bright future.

The screen was ......in fact, out of his understanding as much as his current situation was. He didn't understand the situation despite being mentally mature.

He was confused and scared with a shred of hope....as he observed the screen and the weird text written on it , which he was unable to understand......how could he read indeed. He spent most of his life laying on a bed unable to read......Although he could read some words...
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Name:- $#×#°@
R@©€:- Manushya
T°t#@:-########
Bl#§§°@g:- ##### Asur
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(And so on)
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It wasn't of much help
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He could survive and eat only because the next door neighbour would share there food with the dying child and periodically came to check up on him....maybe they took pity on him or just showed humanity in this inhumane world.

As he was rolling his eyes from one end to another unable move his infant body he came to notice another peculiar thing.....the house was his but not his as well!....."Oh boy what is happening?" thought he.

He was in a craddlé and from there was a window , he saw the same scenery he gazed at while laying flat on his deathbed....The old tree was now older....like centuries have went by .....but time couldn't fade it's wounds that the playful children embedded on it's body ......the birds were new to him the one's he never saw before out the window.

It was surely his house....but.....it wasn't his anymore..... the broken wooden floor now had marble flooring the leaking roof was now a cemented ceiling the downtrodden walls where shining anew and the structure of the house changed from what he remembered!

As he was wondering in his thoughts and confusion ... analysing everything around him, he heard the door creak ......someone entered the room and approached his craddlé.

In an attempt to guard himself he bought his tiny hands upto his head and felt his head was big...bigger than his body? Now more confused with one more realisation he prayed again for his safety ....

Who entered the room? Well it might be obvious but let's tell this in the next chapter......of this chronicle of the usurper