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Chapter 1 – Rebirth of a Nobody (Maybe a Somebody?)
I always thought that when you die… that's it. Poof. Game over. No afterlife, no second chances—just silence.
But I was wrong.
Some people who come back from near-death experiences talk about strange things. Bright lights, warmth, voices… I felt that too. Warm hands touched me, but I had no memory of who I was, what I had done, or even what kind of world this was.
There was just one memory—a vivid one.
A woman—my mother?—placed a spiked crown on my head. Blood poured down my face. That was it. The last thing I remembered.
Why did she give me that crown? Was it a punishment? Was I a tyrant or some monster in my past life?
I didn't know. But I was sure of one thing—this wasn't the end.
I could feel things. I was still conscious. Maybe these were just the last flickers of my soul before fading away completely…
…Or maybe not.
Suddenly, I heard something.
"Congratulations, sir and madam! He's a healthy baby boy!"
Wait… what?
Did she say baby? Did I just get born?
So that scream wasn't a memory… it was my mother giving birth to me?
Most people in this situation would freak out or panic, but weirdly—I didn't. I felt relaxed, like a huge weight had been lifted off me. For the first time, I wanted to just… sleep.
But life clearly wasn't planning to let me.
Out of nowhere, someone picked me up, held me upside down, and slapped me on the butt.
Bruh.
If someone had done that to me in my previous life, I swear I would've made them regret their existence. But now? I couldn't even lift a finger.
And just like that, I cried. A lot. Because apparently, that's what babies do.
The room I was in looked like a hospital… kind of. But there were candles instead of electric lights. Either this was the 1600s, or I'd been born into a world with no electricity.
I started observing.
The doctor who delivered me? Stunning. Like, jaw-droppingly beautiful. Long lashes, soft lips… She looked more like a goddess than a doctor. And when she picked me up, something about her touch made me feel calm. Safe.
Was this what it meant to be a baby? No thoughts, just eat, sleep, poop, repeat?
Oh, and then he appeared.
"Hey baby, I'm your dada! Say dada!"
Bro, seriously? I was literally just born. My brain hasn't even booted up fully.
He picked me up like a football and grinned. My mom gently reminded him, "Honey, he was just born. How can he talk?"
Exactly. Thank you, mother.
Still, I took a good look at him. Silver hair, muscular, handsome. I could tell immediately—this guy had game. The nurses were totally checking him out.
My mother wasn't any less beautiful either. Actually, now that I looked at them both… wow. No wonder I turned out this good-looking.
When my father left to fill out some paperwork, I noticed something strange again—still no light bulbs. I started thinking, "Wait, maybe this really isn't Earth."
He came back a few minutes later, his face glowing with happiness.
"He's strong," he told the doctor when my mom got emotional.
"Yes," the doctor smiled, "he's perfectly healthy."
A few days passed. We were discharged and brought home.
And let me just say—the house was massive.
Not palace-level huge, but definitely way beyond average. Guards stood outside. Maids bustled around. My crib? It probably cost more than my old apartment.
Yup. I was rich in this life.
My parents' names were Lyra and Kiarles. My name was Arthur.
My father dressed like a noble—coat, watch, shiny shoes, the whole package. Ten guards followed him every day. He was clearly someone important. No clue what he did, but it seemed like serious business.
Every night, he came home tired but smiling. He always picked me up and said:
"Hey baby! Did you miss me?"
I always thought I didn't, but when nobody was around, I'd cry. Maybe I did miss him after all.
There was one maid who cared for me like I was her own. She kissed me on the forehead every day before leaving.
"Hi baby! I'll come tomorrow!"
She was sweet. For a moment, I even wondered if she might've been my mom in a past life or something.
One time, my father went to bathe… and my mother joined him.
Uhh… okay. That was more information than I wanted.
Slowly, I began to notice more things about this world. There were no cars, no phones, no lights—but there were monsters. People talked about kings, queens, noble houses, and hunters. This place was straight out of a fantasy novel.
My mother once paid the maid 100 copper coins as a salary. From her reaction, that seemed like a decent amount. I figured 100 copper might be around 30,000 in my previous life's money. Apparently, copper was the lowest currency, and 1 gold = 1,000 copper.
My father dealt in gold.
So yeah. Not poor.
Every day, I learned something new—about the world, my body, my senses. I couldn't move properly yet, but I was improving. Day by day, little by little.
But one thing kept bothering me…
Why didn't this world have any technology?
No lights. No machines. Just people, monsters, and coins.
I had a lot to figure out.
And I had a long journey ahead.