When you woke up as a street rat in a small city, you couldn't help but curse your luck. This was your third life, and it seemed you were not going to get much life now either.

Your first life was as a snobbish and cruel ruler. Second was in a different world where monsters didn't exist, and technology was much more advanced. And now, you were at the bottom of the food chain, back in your magical world.

Being a street urchin, you did all you could to eat. Stealing, doing shady jobs, and even begging on the streets. On one of those days, where your luck was not as good, you were approached by a bird hybrid, who held a gentle smile.

"Hello child, are you hungry?" He asked the obvious and you could only click your tongue. Was he some weirdo? Before you could speak again, he spoke up. "Let us go, I'll buy you some food, and you can tell me your story."

There was a rule in the backstreets to never follow a strange man, but you were too hungry to really think, so you got up, and followed him. Hopefully, this wouldn't end up with you starting your fourth life.