The Rebirth of a Scientist

Hospital. Evening time.
An ambulance pulled up in front of the hospital. The silent doors slid open, and several doctors and nurses rushed out, urgently wheeling in a critically injured patient into the emergency room. His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was slowing. The concerned doctors did everything they could, but time was slipping away — the situation seemed hopeless.

A tense silence filled the operating room. The doctors glanced at each other; despite their best efforts, they were beginning to lose hope. The patient’s heart was gradually coming to a stop. At that very moment, the door burst open. A figure in a white coat entered with firm, confident steps.

“Make way!” he said, calm but full of conviction. It was Doctor Shintaro Nagao.

Without hesitation, he examined the patient’s wounds and swiftly took precise action. While the other exhausted doctors hesitated, Shintaro fought on relentlessly. Hours passed, yet he showed no sign of fatigue.
Finally...

“Heartbeat is stabilizing!” a nurse called out.

The room filled with a sense of relief and renewed hope. The doctors exchanged joyful glances, silently exhaling their tension. Shintaro smiled and exited the operating room. In the hallway, the patient’s loved ones stood trembling, waiting anxiously.

“He’s alive. He’s going to make it,” the doctor said briefly. Tears welled up in their eyes as they expressed their gratitude.The patient’s relatives, unable to hold back their tears, showered him with gratitude.

Shintaro smiled faintly.

— This is my job. If a person survives, there is no greater reward for me.

He paused for a moment, then continued:

— Tomorrow, perhaps, we will save even more lives. My cancer vaccine research is in its final stage. If everything goes according to plan… humanity will gain a new hope.

The doctor hurried down the corridor. The next scene — a laboratory filled with complex equipment.

In a lab filled with complex instruments, Shintaro worked alone. He had reached the final stage of a vaccine he had developed against cancer. Holding a vial in his hand, he stared at it thoughtfully.

“This might be humanity’s hope...” he whispered.

At that moment, his assistant entered:

“Doctor, a young boy with cancer has just been admitted.”

Shintaro quickly stood up from his chair.

“Take me to him,” he said.

Hospital Room

A young boy lay in bed. Despite his tired face, a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes. Shintaro knelt beside him, smiled warmly, and took his hand.

“Your life is just beginning, little one. Your star has yet to shine. We’ll fight for your future,” he said with compassion in his voice.
The vaccine against cancer was successfully created.
The vaccine developed by Doctor Shintaro saved thousands of lives around the world from cancer.
The news was widely broadcast by global media, and the scientific community welcomed it with joy. Shortly afterward, it was officially announced that Dr. Shintaro Nagao had been nominated for the Nobel Prize.

The next day – the Nobel Prize award ceremony:
The camera focuses on a grand hall lined with marble. Under the dome, chandeliers glimmer softly. Ministers, world-renowned scientists, international delegates, and media representatives walk in grandeur along the red carpet.

The host — the esteemed Chair of the Nobel Committee — steps onto the stage. His voice echoes through the hall:

“Today, we witness a turning point in human history.
He is the one who chose to make science not a weapon, but a beacon of hope.
A name that gave a second breath to millions.
A symbol of scientific integrity, humanism, and perseverance — Doctor Shintaro Nagao!”

The audience erupts in applause. Thousands rise to their feet, welcoming him with resounding claps.

The camera slowly moves toward the stage. Dressed in a simple suit, with a calm expression and eyes that shine with depth, Shintaro walks up the red carpet. Each step feels like a stride taken by humanity toward a new era.

The Nobel Prize is presented on a silver tray.
As Shintaro takes it in his hands, time seems to stop in the hall.

He begins to speak. His voice is clear and steady:

“I do not accept this moment for myself,
but for those who still wait in hope.
Science is not just laboratories and data.
Science is the child crying in its mother’s arms,
the father waiting at the hospital door every day,
and the young life crushed under sorrow.

If you want to destroy a nation — kill its science.
If you want to revive it — awaken its science.
Today’s vaccine is not mine alone,
but the result of thousands of researchers working in the shadows,
dedicated teachers, and a nation that lifted me up.

My promise is this: science will not only heal the present — it will cure the future.
This is not my victory.
This is humanity’s victory.”

The camera zooms in on the deep look in Shintaro’s eyes.
The audience rises once more, giving a long, emotional standing ovation.
Camera flashes sparkle like stars, recording this moment in history as if etched in gold.

Scene: The evening reception after the ceremony.
Amidst international fame and endless praise, Shintaro sat quietly smiling in the back seat of the car that was to take him home.
But before the vehicle could move, the door suddenly swung open. A uniformed military officer stood there — clearly tense inside, though composed on the surface.

Military Officer:
“Doctor Shintaro, the Japanese Ministry of Defense requests your presence to witness the test of your new technology — the Z-bomb. The generals consider your attendance a matter of strategic prestige.”

Shintaro (pausing slightly):
“Science only becomes dangerous once it leaves the lab... Very well. Let’s go.”

Scene: Military Command Center

A spacious, high-tech operations hall. Military elites — generals, admirals, strategists — sit in heavy silence. As Shintaro enters, they all rise from their seats.

General:
“Thanks to you, our military now looks to the future with renewed confidence. The first test of the Z-bomb is about to begin. Please turn your attention to the screen.”

Seconds later, a live feed of the testing site appears on a massive LED screen. A barren desert. The sky, overcast and heavy.
A voiceover announcement begins:

"10 seconds until Z-bomb deployment... 9... 8..."

Not a whisper in the room. Only the countdown... and stretched nerves.

“Boom!”

The sky seemed to split open. The earth trembled violently as fire and ash shot into the heavens. The shockwave rattled the windows of the observation room.

Shintaro (whispers):
“This... this is not science. This is power without borders.”

Some generals smile triumphantly, while others have fear in their eyes.

Scene: The next day – The world is shaken

Footage of the Z-bomb spreads across the globe. From the White House to the Kremlin, the UN to the royal court of Saudi Arabia — alarm bells are ringing.

An emergency international meeting — behind closed doors.

Minister (gravely):
“If he could build this... what’s next? Splitting the planet in two?”

Another Minister:
“His existence is a threat to humanity. If we don’t stop him now, tomorrow will be too late.”

Minister:
“Name your price. Whatever it takes. He must be stopped.”

Later that evening, the minister meets a hired assassin and gives the order to eliminate Shintaro.

Scene: That night – Shintaro’s home

Shintaro returns home like any other evening. A quiet dinner, a shower, glancing at his laptop, reviewing future plans. But a strange feeling lingers deep inside.

As he walks into his room... a cold draft flows in.
A figure sits silently on the bed.

Killer:
“You gave hope to the world. But that hope has now become a threat.
This is a high command order... Forgive me.”

Bang!

The camera blurs.
An empty room.
No sound.
Books scattered.
No blood — only silence.

Final Scene: Shintaro’s Funeral

People in black. Weeping students. Scientists with slumped shoulders.
Flowers surround the coffin.

Voiceover (somber):
“Today we say goodbye not only to a scientist… but to a dream that believed in humanity’s future.”

The sun slowly sets in the sky.
Engraved on Shintaro’s tombstone, a single sentence:

"Science is meant to preserve life. Only people must not forget that."
Next scene: The night was still silent. Yet, from afar, faint whispers could be heard, almost like the sigh of the wind.

Suddenly, a soft light filled the room. Shintaro’s eyes opened, but the boundary between darkness and light was still blurred. Each beam fell into his eyes, making the dust particles in the air sparkle like golden powder, giving the surroundings a mysterious glow.

Shintaro (whispering to himself):

— Where am I?.. I… I died, didn’t I? Is this… the afterlife?..

He looked around. Strangers surrounded him. Their faces were full of kindness and joy, their eyes radiating a warm light. Though their language was foreign, the warmth was unmistakable.

A young woman brought him closer to her chest and gently pressed her forehead to his.

Shintaro (inner thoughts, silently):

— Who are these people?.. They are carrying me… No… this isn’t a dream. This… is too real…

He tried to raise his hand. Immediately, he felt a small, delicate, soft hand—his own. Startled, he looked at his face, took a deep breath, and felt his heart race.

Shintaro (half in shock, half in disbelief, muttering):

— What?! I… I’m a baby?! This can’t be… Was I… reborn?!

He steadied his breathing and glanced around again. Physically, he was an infant, but his mind remained that of a scientist. He calculated everything happening before him, noticing every detail: the room’s lighting, the warmth of the people, the rhythm of breathing.

Shintaro (inner thoughts, calming his breath):

— Scientifically, this is impossible… Then… this must be a new life. I’ve been given a second chance…

The young woman gently rocked him. A man approached, speaking in a warm voice:

Man:

— Moris. Our little Moris.

Shintaro’s consciousness lit up:

— Moris… This is my new name… Interesting… I am now Moris…

The scene opened to the first rays of sunlight streaming into the room. A small beam of light fell across Moris’ face, welcoming his new life.

Moris (Shintaro) lay in the cradle, but within, his mind remained that of a scientist, his passion for science and life unchanged.

In this new world, a new mission and new hope had begun.

He begins to examine his surroundings.
The house is simple — a wood stove, handwoven rugs, clay walls.
The view outside resembles a rural, medieval era.

Shintaro (thinking):
“A stove you light by hand? No vacuum cleaner either...
This is an underdeveloped civilization.
Was I… born in the Middle Ages?”

He looks at his mother, Elena.
She raises her hands toward the stove, murmuring and making strange gestures.
Suddenly, the fire ignites on its own.

Shintaro (dryly):
“This… this isn’t a chemical reaction with fuel.
This is… magic.”

He sinks into deep thought.

Shintaro:
“So this is a completely different world.
Magic exists. Which means… this is a new reality, one that doesn’t obey the physical laws I knew.”

Next moment — in a sunlit room, baby Moris closes his eyes and begins to listen.

His parents, Karl and Elena, are speaking in an unfamiliar language.
Moris listens closely, memorizing every sound and intonation.

Shintaro (thinking):
“If I want to revive science in this world,
I need to learn the language first.
No tools. No methods.
I’ll begin… now.”

The camera focuses on little Moris.
In his eyes — not the innocence of a baby,
but the depth of centuries of wisdom and a fierce will to change the world.
🌒 Moris: A Child Thirsty for Knowledge

Time passed.

By the time Moris turned three, he began carefully exploring every corner of the house.
One day, sitting by the window, he thought to himself:

“Do people even read books in this world?..
Why aren’t there any books in our home?
I hoped I’d find something — some clue to help me understand this world.
But… my mother and father don’t seem to care about science at all.”

He began observing his parents more closely.
His mother handled household chores and occasionally used simple healing magic.
His father was a blacksmith — forging tools and weapons with fire magic and selling them at the market.

Moris, alone with his thoughts again:

“An ordinary, simple family…
I’m still too young. I can’t change anything yet.
But when I grow up… I will show this world a new path.”

🛠 Moris at Age 5

At five years old, Moris stepped outside the village for the first time. Looking around, he thought:

“This is truly the medieval era…
Fireplaces, buckets, horses, carts…
If science and technology don’t exist here,
then I’ll have to reinvent them myself.”

He entered his father’s forge.
Karl did everything using fire magic.
But Moris noticed:

“Strange… Father takes far too long to melt the metal.
He doesn’t know the exact temperature.
If he could measure it precisely, he’d save time and energy…”

He approached the forge.

— “Father, can I help you?”

Karl chuckled:

— “You’re still too little, my boy.”

But then Moris calmly focused his energy — without any flames — and instantly heated the metal.
Then he hammered the glowing iron into the shape of a small knife.

Karl was stunned.

— “No one… no one taught you this! How did you know how to do that?!”

— “I just watched you and thought of a new way.
I’m not sure… I just wanted to try. Did it work, Father?”

Karl stood in silence for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
From that day on, he began to see his son in a different light.

🧪 The Underground Laboratory

By day, Moris helped his father.
But at night… he took a shovel and dug.
He began creating a secret tunnel beneath the house, turning it into a hidden lab.
He collected leftover scrap metal and discarded tools from the forge.

“I can’t do much science with just this metal…
But if I keep collecting… I can begin my research.
My parents wouldn’t approve… As long as they don’t find out.
Do I even have any magic…?”

📚 School: Knowledge Is Limited

At age six, Moris was sent to the local school.
But the lessons bored him — he already knew everything they taught.

One day, a student asked:

— “Teacher, what shape is the earth? Why do stars only appear at night?”

The teacher paused, then replied:

— “The earth is flat.
The lights in the sky are turned on and off by God.”

Moris couldn’t stay silent:

— “The earth is round.
And the stars are distant burning spheres.”

The class burst into laughter.
The teacher smirked:

— “If the earth is round, why don’t we fall off?”

— “Gravity. It pulls everything toward the center.
If you don’t believe me, try Eratosthenes’ shadow experiment.”

The teacher conducted the experiment — and was stunned by the results.
He approached Moris and whispered:

— “You’re a clever boy.
But don’t say things like that again. It’s dangerous.
In this land, knowledge belongs to the rich.
If a poor child claims to know too much… they’re buried alive for it.”

⚡ The Awakening of Inner Power

That night, Moris sat in his secret lab, deep in thought:

“To forbid knowledge… that’s true injustice.
Science belongs to everyone.
I will change this system!
But… what magic do I even have?”

He went to his mother and asked to learn magic.
Elena placed her palm against his and explained how to feel mana and awaken inner power.

Moris tried to summon fire magic — but nothing happened.
Disappointed, he went back to the forge.

Later that night, he tried again.
Sitting alone in the dark lab…
Suddenly, the tools around him began to tremble — one by one, they rose into the air.

“My magic… is magnetism.
I can attract and control metal.
This… is my path!”

The next day, he revealed his power to his parents.
Shocked, they stood in silence for a moment…
Then embraced him tightly.

— “You’re not just a blacksmith’s son, Moris.
You’re… a special child.”
Moris helps his father in the forge every day.
With his magnetic magic, he speeds up the work several times over. The forge flourishes, and orders increase. But for Moris, this is not enough. In his heart lives a deep longing for his past life and an endless thirst for scientific exploration.

When the sun sets, Moris descends into the basement lab and begins work on his first project – the AWM sniper rifle.
It was the last project he worked on in his previous life. The blueprint is etched in his memory, as are the shapes of the parts. Using the metal scraps he had collected for years, he fuses them together with magnetic magic and forms the rifle’s frame.

However, although he manages to construct the main body of the weapon, he lacks some key components – like the scope and gunpowder.
“I’ll find the rest in the mountains,” he thinks, and the next day, he sets off with his gear.

While gathering the necessary minerals and materials in the mountains, his bag overflows.
“If only I had an infinite storage…” he mutters – and just then, a light flashes from his palm and absorbs the item he was holding.
Startled, he tries again – and the object reappears.
“Storage magic! I have… spatial magic too!” he exclaims in excitement.

On the way back, he hears the growls of wolves nearby – red-eyed, steel-furred beasts.
Moris doesn’t flinch. With magnetic force, he lifts a steel sword and throws it like a spear.
It pierces a wolf’s heart precisely.

Late at night, he returns home. His parents, worried, scold him.
But Moris smiles and says:
“I brought you a gift,” as he drops the large wolf carcass at the doorstep.

His parents are astonished – and begin to look at their son with new trust and pride.

That night, Moris descends into his lab and finishes the scope and ammunition, completing the sniper rifle.
He enhances the bullets with additional magnetic energy.

A few days later, a massive golem attacks a nearby village.
Knights try to stop it, but they fail.

Moris climbs a nearby hill and takes aim with the AWM.
He breathes.
His heartbeat slows.
The golem’s core becomes clear.

BANG!

The bullet pierces the golem’s core.
Moments later, the creature collapses.

The knights are stunned:
“We didn’t even attack… What just happened?”

Moris watches from above, smiling to himself.

“This world lacks science. No one has the right to restrict knowledge. I will change this system. Every person deserves access to learning. That is my mission.”
The Next Day: Moris and Project Two — The Bazooka

After the successful creation of the AWM sniper rifle, Moris decided to move on to the next type of weapon — this time, a heavy firepower weapon: the bazooka.

He dived into the project immediately. First, using magic, he easily assembled the necessary parts from iron. Thanks to his magnetic spell, the metal pieces floated in the air and connected exactly as Moris had envisioned. The pipe-shaped body was lined on the inside with a special fire-resistant compound, the handle was wrapped in soft leather, and a pressure mechanism was installed in the inner system.

However, the most challenging part was the explosive shell. For this, Moris used nitrate, sulfur, and pure powdered coal he had collected from the mountains. Over several days of laboratory experiments, he went through multiple failed detonations, using special flasks and pressure gauges to achieve a satisfactory result. But his persistence paid off — the perfect shell was finally completed.

His lab gradually filled with mined minerals and molten metals. Moris felt quietly pleased with the large stockpile he had gathered on his previous expedition. To himself, he thought: "These are my first real steps on the path of science. Civilization begins here..."

Once the weapon was ready, it was time to test it. Moris grabbed the bazooka and headed deep into the thick, foggy forest. The woods were filled with an eerie silence — bird calls and distant animal growls sent shivers down the spine.

Before long, a massive creature emerged from behind the trees — a large, red-eyed orc with bared teeth and bulging muscles, radiating rage and the stench of bloodlust.

Moris  lowered his head slightly, aimed the bazooka, and said: “Let the next experiment begin…”
The shell whizzed through the air and struck the orc at blinding speed, exploding with a massive blast. The forest shook violently. Nothing was left of the orc.

Moris smirked. “This isn’t just luck. This is the power of science. This is the purpose of my second life. Science belongs to no one. I will change this world. But first — I must grow up,” he told himself.

While studying the laws of this world, he had learned that children aged 15 and above could live independently. He was only 7.
"I need another seven years. But within that time, I can build my arsenal," he thought.

Despite being young, Moris’s mature mind and the knowledge from his past life allowed him to master the bazooka, the AWM, and other heavy tech through magic. His magnetic magic compensated for what his small hands couldn’t handle. That’s how he, even at the age of seven, could lift and use both the bazooka and the AWM sniper rifle — the magnetic spell supported him.
Years passed. Days turned into months, and months into years, and Moris turned fifteen.

During this time, he came closer than ever to fulfilling his dream. His arsenal now included pistols, various rifles, automatic weapons and shotguns, bazookas, and even AI-controlled assault drones. He had become not only a weapon-maker but also a warrior. He trained his body, mastered martial arts and firearms, and prepared himself for any danger. Through magic, he developed a system that allowed him to store all his equipment in a pocket-sized dimensional space and summon them whenever needed.

One night, sitting alone in his lab, he looked up at the sky and thought:
"It's time to discover the boundaries of this world..."

At dawn, Moris  told his parents he was setting off on a journey.
Carl and Elena were worried at first.
"You're still so young… This world is far from ordinary," his mother said.
"I know. But I’m ready for it. This is my path," Maurice replied firmly.

In the end, his parents, with tears in their eyes, understood their son’s determination and gave him their blessing.

Moris looked back once… and then set out on his grand journey.