The Half Elf's Re:Start

Hey everyone. So as you can see, I've decided to rewrite this fic. (Yes, doing it for the third time, but in my defense the first two times was just adding basic stuff.)

Originally, I wasn't fully satisfied with how I wrote Kaeya. Some readers pointed out that the MC felt more like a background character in his own story—and honestly, I agree. At the time, I told myself that I was just writing him realistically, letting his personality guide his actions. Real life can be boring sometimes, and I thought I was reflecting that.

But I've come to realize that, in a story, characters don't really get the luxury of being boring—even if it's realistic. The MC still needs to drive the plot and leave an impact, and that wasn't really happening in the original version. (Yep pretty obvious stuff ik, But this is my first fic, and english isn't my first language either T_T, probably an excuse by me but take it as you like.)

So, I'm rewriting the fic to improve the MC's presence and the overall story flow. If you're an old reader, don't worry—this version will be different enough that it feels fresh, but familiar enough to still feel like the story you liked. You can think of it as an upgraded version built on the same premise.

Thanks for sticking around, and I hope you enjoy the new version. 

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Darkness.

That was the first thing Yukio noticed. Heavy and absolute. The kind of dark that felt like it pressed in from all sides, seeping through skin, pooling in the chest.

There was no floor beneath his feet, no wind, no sound. Just... nothingness.

Then—a presence.
Subtle at first, like the faint tingle of static brushing the back of his neck. Slowly, a glimmer took shape in the black. Not light exactly, but a glow—dim and wavering, like candlelight trying to shine through a thick veil.

From it, a silhouette emerged. A girl. Or something shaped like one. Her outline flickered, refusing to fully take form. Like smoke frozen in time, constantly shifting just when it seemed to settle.

She stood still, unmoving. Her hair, if it could be called that, drifted weightlessly around her, strands flowing as though underwater.

"You must... help him," she said.

The voice didn't echo. It didn't even feel like it came from her. It resonated—low and soft—right in his chest.

"Huh? Wait, help who?" Yukio asked, blinking. His voice came out oddly muffled, like he was speaking through water.

"You will meet him soon. He must not... be alone."

He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"This is so vague. Can I get subtitles or—?"

The figure didn't respond. Instead, the flicker around her form pulsed once—brighter—and her voice came again, lighter now. Fragile.

"Please... remember..."

And then—light.

A sudden, piercing flare that filled the void in an instant. Yukio instinctively threw his arms up, but it offered no protection. The glow swallowed everything.

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Yukio blinked in confusion.

A second ago, he was in his room, headphones in, halfway through "King Crimson - The Court Of The Crimson King" while reading volume 7 of a light novel about some overpowered slime.