Reborn as the God of Infinity : I became a human god

I'm Ashan, Ashan Rontera. My father is Leone Rontera, and my mother is Maria Rontera. Currently, I'm one year old. As I suspected, I've been reborn here in the past—not once, but twice. First, as a filthy commoner, and later, as the son of a mage. This time, it's the 120th century.

In my memories, I recall being born here before: once as a commoner during the 32nd century, and again as a mage's child in the 88th century. A lot of time has passed since those lives.

This world is divided into five kingdoms: Dragoria, Acanthia, Shenzurai, Umbrithal, and Verdalis. Each has its own unique identity:

Dragoria is where dragons live. It's the most powerful of the five kingdoms. 

Acanthia is a realm of magic and mages. From what I know, this is where magic was first discovered and practiced.

Shenzurai is a proud nation of warriors who rely on martial arts. They avoid magic, seeing it as the tool of the weak. What a bunch of lunatics.

Umbrithal is hidden land shrouded by an invisible barrier. In my past lives, no one ever managed to enter. I suspect an ancient dragon created the barrier.

Verdalis is my current homeland. The smallest of the kingdoms, Verdalis is celebrated for its rich agricultural resources and unique connection with spirits. Other kingdoms often call it the "Spirits' Land."

Verdalis itself is divided into six smaller territories. I don't know if they have proper names, but from what I've overheard, my father ranks third among the rulers here. Our territory is blessed with fertile lands, making it an industrial hub. My father is well-respected as a ruler.

Hmm.. I'm so damn lucky. So I..

"Where's my little baby, Ashan..? Oh, there you are! Time to change your diapers!"

My mother approached me with a big box in her hands.

…Well, it's not like I can do it myself but this is so embarrassing. Every time I go through childhood in a new life, I feel utterly powerless. This is the real pain.

Suddenly, three baby spirits appeared out of nowhere, swirling around me with playful energy. One resembled a small, shimmering horse with a mane of flowing light, while the other two were birds—a vibrant, chirping sparrow and a majestic, silent eagle.

"Ash! How are you? We missed you so much!" the sparrow chirped enthusiastically, hopping onto my shoulder and flapping its tiny wings.

"Quiet down, Chirro," said the eagle, its voice deep and calm. "You're overwhelming him. Let the young one breathe."

The horse spirit pranced in place, its glowing hooves barely touching the ground. "But it's been so long! We couldn't wait any longer to meet him!"

"Haha, there you are!" my mother said with a warm laugh, reaching out to pat the horse. "It took you a long time to finish your ceremony."

"Yes, Lady Maria," the eagle replied, dipping its head respectfully. "The elders took their time with the formalities. But we're here now to guard your son."

Meanwhile, Chirro kept bouncing around, tugging at my tiny blanket. I tried to glare at it, but that only made it chirp louder.

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In Verdalis, everyone has at least one spirit companion. A spirit chooses its owner based on their soul and physical power. The stronger the owner, the stronger the spirit becomes. Once bonded, spirits protect their host at all costs—even sacrificing their lives if necessary.

I haven't bonded with a spirit yet. These three are only temporary protectors who came here on their own. Normally, spirits only take interest in a baby once they start speaking. But in my case, three spirits appeared at the same time, competing for my attention. Even my parents allowed it, thinking it was good for me. 

The problem? I'm only one year old.

At first, I stayed calm and ignored them. But as time passed, they became a constant headache. Whenever they came near me, I'd cry, hoping they'd leave me alone. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

I think I know why this happened. Before my birth, I hid my unnatural aura and body waves to avoid suspicion, but I couldn't mask my soul's power. I didn't worry at first because humans can't sense it, but it seems spirits can feel it very well.

I overheard my mother saying that when I was born, spirits flocked to see me like a river. Thankfully, my parents didn't allow them all in. If they had, my room would've turned into a spirit park.

I know they mean no harm, but their presence is… troubling. I have plans—things I need to do before I face this world properly. But with these three troublemakers constantly hovering around me, I can't even begin to prepare.

"Ash, shall we go see your Daddy?" my mother said, lifting me gently into her arms and heading toward the balcony.

The view from the balcony was breathtaking. On one side, endless fields of golden corn stretched to the horizon. Spirits flitted among the crops like fireflies, their soft glows blending with the afternoon sun. Closer to the house, a lush garden teemed with fruit trees. At its center lay a large training ground where my father, Leone, practiced his swordsmanship.

His blade sliced through the air with precision, striking the dummy with enough force to leave a clean cut. He paused, noticing us, and waved. My mother waved back, her smile radiant with pride.

Using my enhanced vision, I examined my father more closely. His aura was thick and powerful, extending nearly two meters around him—a clear sign of his skill as a swordsman. Compared to my past lives, the average person's aura seemed stronger in this era. Perhaps it's an evolution.

As for me, I've already begun cultivating my own aura core. My body is too immature to store aura naturally, but the core I created compensates for that. It's a technique I invented in my past life as a mage, simplifying aura into a more manageable form.

In theory, it's a game-changer. Aura, unlike mana, is inherently tied to life. It's raw, chaotic, and difficult to control, but its potential is immense. While mana is sharp and precise, aura is wild and overwhelming—a perfect storm of power.

In my past life, I considered sharing this technique. But I realized it would destabilize the world, throwing fate into chaos. So, I kept it hidden. Now, I have the chance to use it again, this time for myself.

"Did you see that, Ash?" Maria's voice brimmed with pride as she gestured toward Leone. His blade, precise yet powerful, had cleaved through the dummy and into the wall beyond.

Hmm.. that's definitely a sign of improvement. The fact that he trains alone speaks volumes about his determination. His future looks bright.

Looking at my mother's face, brimming with pride, I felt a strange sense of peace. For the first time in countless lives, I felt… content. Like I'd finally found a place to belong.

But deep down, a whisper of unease lingered—a faint echo of the storms yet to come.

I didn't know it then, but this moment of serenity was only the calm before the greatest upheaval of my life.

To be continued...