Chapter 1: Reincarnation

It's so dark, what happened to me? Did I die? Or am I in a hospital? Why can't I see anything? Ouch! Why is someone pulling my head? That hurts! Oh, wait, its gone.I slowly forced my heavy eyelids open, only to be met with the sight of blurred figures moving through a dimly lit room.what's going on?I felt the sharp sting of a powerful smack, as though a person with huge hands had just struck me from behind.Ouch! Stop that!You pulled my head, and now you're spanking me? Why are these people acting this way? And why can't I see clearly? Someone in the dimly lit room is conversing with the person who spanked me. What language is that? I can't understand it. Is it French? German?Someone in the distance yelled something, and the people around me moved as if they were panicking.Is this a kidnapping?I tried to remember what happened before I passed out, but I can't recall anything.Ugh my head hurts.I can't stop crying because my whole body hurts so badly.Did they torture me or something? Why would they even do that?I tried to feel my nails and teeth by moving my finger and tongue. My fingers are barely moving and everything feels strange; I can't move my tongue properly and I can't feel any teeth in my mouth.I was mortified so I tried to ask for help but my tongue was numb and I cant say anything, All I could do I cry.At that moment, I felt lukewarm water and large hands touching my skin. It might sound strange, but it feels comforting, it makes me sleepy.oh screw it! I'll figure things out after I wake up.I cautiously opened my eyes, waking up after an unknown period of time; even that small movement proves challenging. After much effort, I managed to open them wider and looked at my surroundings; unlike before, my vision has improved a little. Whatever medication they administered is finally wearing off, I guess.I tried to look around, I wanted to lift my head to see my surroundings better, but it felt heavy, and my neck was stiff and weak, all I see is a candle-lit chandelier adorned with light-reflecting mirrors and crystals, giving it an antique, 16th or late 18th-century appearance.What's going on? Where am I? Why does my body hurt all over? And why can't I move? Even my fingers feel numb.I tried to call out to see if anyone was nearby."nyawa" What the hell is going on? My tongue, too, is numb."Wawa," I can't talk?! Alarms rang in my head, and numerous scenarios flooded my mind.What kind of drug did they give me?My train of thought was disrupted when a massive head appeared, staring down at me.I panicked before I even realized it.Is it a Titan?! Why does it look so big?! Am I having some kind of a nightmare right now?!I knew it! I should not have read that manga! Various speculations and thoughts ran through my head, But then, the figure started humming the sweetest melody I'd ever heard. That's when her features clicked into focus: long, golden hair, bright green eyes, and an aura so ethereal I half expected birds to fly in and help her fold my laundry. She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale, the kind I used to binge-read as a kid. Honestly, if elves were real, they'd probably look just like her—minus the pointy ears."@*,#" I don't understand what the pretty lady said, but she sounds happy.Oh that means she's not a titan! But wait why does she look so big? Is it natural for Europeans to be this big? For whatever reason, this lovely lady is unnaturally large.I was still pondering as to why she looked so big when she suddenly lifted me up.Wait, wha-My train of thought completely derailed the moment I saw the room.I was lying in a crib—a wooden crib. A big one, too, with bedding so soft it felt like it was conspiring to put me in a permanent nap. The bedroom around me? Absolutely enormous, like the kind of place you'd expect a Disney villain to host their midlife crisis. Porcelain vases and exotic flowers filled the space, alongside a gold-plated bed so extra it practically screamed, "Bow before me, peasants!" Draped in silk and fur, of course.Then there was the woman holding me. She was dressed in fabric so fancy it probably cost more than my soul. And yet, despite all that opulence, she looked effortlessly elegant—like one of those nobles from the books I read. The kind who'd have tea in one hand, a fan in the other, and a dragon waiting on the roof.I felt my stomach rumble as I became thrilled and puzzled about everything that was going on while attempting to connect the dots in my head. The woman holding me chuckled and then brought me towards her chest.Uhmm, wait, wait, why are you-Oh its so pink!!I tried to shift my head away from the 'thing,' but it was impossible!"#(#^&@*"I have no idea what you're talking about, lady!She forced me to drink her milk after my pitiful attempts to resist failed miserably. Defeated, I reluctantly drank from the pink thing—purely because instinct told me to, not because I wanted to. Definitely not.Feeling thoroughly embarrassed, I avoided her gaze and tried to distract myself by looking anywhere else. That's when my eyes drifted down. And what did I see? Tiny, pinkish baby hands and feet waving around like they had a mind of their own.For a moment, I froze, my brain short-circuiting. Then, a horrifyingly sensible idea hit me like a brick.Baby feet? Baby hands? Oh no.I'm a baby?!🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑Time's been moving slower than a sloth on a treadmill.It's been a month since I was born, and while I'm still about as strong as wet tissue paper, I've managed to get my tiny hands and fingers to cooperate a little better. Most of my time is spent lying around, staring at the ceiling, and overthinking everything. And oh boy, the theories I've come up with are wild.First thought: maybe I died and got reborn with all my memories. Cool, right? Except now I'm a baby, so maybe it's not that cool. Maybe all that heaven-and-hell stuff isn't real, or maybe this is some divine punishment for… I don't know, accidentally cutting in line too many times? I mean, I wasn't a saint, but was I bad enough to deserve this?Then my brain went full sci-fi: what if this isn't reincarnation? What if Earth was just a lie, and I'm part of some experiment? Like, what if a bunch of super-advanced aliens are watching me right now, taking notes while I drool on myself? "Subject appears to lack motor skills and dignity."And here's the wildest theory: what if I'm not alone? What if there are other adults stuck in baby bodies like me, scattered across this world? Imagine a secret club of baby geniuses, all plotting to figure out the meaning of life between naps and diaper changes.Honestly, the more I think about it, the weirder it gets. But one thing's for sure: this isn't a normal baby situation. Something's going on here, and I've got to figure it out. Well… as soon as I learn how to hold my head up without face-planting. Priorities, you know?For now, all I can do is watch, learn, and wait. One day, I'll be strong enough to uncover the big, mysterious truth behind this new life. Or, you know, maybe just strong enough to hold my own bottle. Baby steps.In the meantime, I'm pretty sure I've been reborn in the 1800s or something. People here are strutting around in fancy gowns like it's a fashion show, and everything feels super old-timey.Oh, and here's the kicker: I was born into a crazy rich family. Like, "we-have-a-mansion-and-a-small-army-of-servants" rich. The kind of rich where your biggest problem is deciding which diamond-encrusted teapot to use for afternoon tea. If things keep going this way, I might grow up to be one of those glamorous ladies who spend their days sipping tea, wearing shiny dresses, and making dramatic entrances at parties. What a tough life, huh?Of course, there's a little cloud on the horizon: the dreaded arranged marriage. Because who doesn't love having their future planned out for them? But hey, that's years away—long enough for me to figure out an escape plan. Besides, my family seems to genuinely like me. My mom can't stop cuddling me and looking at me like I'm the most amazing thing she's ever seen (which, to be fair, I probably am). With this much love, there's no way they'd make me do something I don't want to… probably.Honestly, though, this new life isn't too bad. Rich family? Check. Fancy house? Check. Endless pampering? Double check. Sure, being a baby again is annoying—I mean, have you tried being carried everywhere like luggage?—but all things considered, it's not the worst deal.Still, I can't shake this nagging thought: Can anything really be this perfect? I've read enough stories to know there's always a catch. What if my new family has some dark, skeleton-filled closet I haven't found yet?But hey, why ruin the fun by overthinking? For now, I'll enjoy the soft blankets, warm milk, and the VIP baby treatment. Whatever challenges come my way, future me can deal with them. Right now, I'm just a baby living the high life.Especially after seeing how beautiful my mom is, I bet I got at least half of her looks, right? With her flawless skin, striking features, and that graceful way she moves, I can only imagine how stunning I'll grow up to be. So yeah, I'm feeling pretty optimistic about this new life.Is this some kind of reward for all the hard times I went through in my past life? Did I finally catch a break after everything I endured?Are you finally cutting me some slack?Looking up at the ornate ceiling, its golden patterns glimmering in the faint light, I let my thoughts wander to the sky beyond it. I wondered if there was someone—or something—out there watching over me. Was this all part of a plan? Was this their way of saying, "Here, take this second chance and make it count"?If that's the case, then I want to say thank you.I'm not going to waste this chance. I'll make the most of it. No more regrets, no more settling for less. I'm going to live the life I always dreamed of—the kind of life I thought was impossible.For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel hopeful. This life may be new and strange, but it's mine. And I can't wait to see where it takes me.