dream come true...

The darkness was warm.

But something about it felt... uneasy.

Then, it happened again.

A strange, forceful compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in, forcing him toward the light. It was slow. Painful. The pressure squeezed him as if the very world around him was rejecting his existence.

And then—blinding light.

It burned his eyes, a harsh contrast to the darkness he had known. Muffled voices surrounded him, cheers spoken in a language he didn't understand.

As his vision adjusted, he looked around—only to realize something horrifying.

He was in the middle of someone's legs.

'What the hell is going on?!'

A middle-aged, plump woman loomed over him, her face etched with worry. She placed a hand on his chest—a hand so large it covered almost his entire body.

'The f#ck is happen—'

Before he could finish his thought, the fat woman flipped him over and delivered a light slap to his backside.

A sharp sting shot through him.

'What the fuck are you doing, woman?!?'

He tried to shout—but all that came out was a shrill, helpless cry.

The tension in the room faded. The faces of the people around him relaxed, and the plump woman gently placed him in the arms of another figure—the beautiful woman lying on the straw bed.

"It's a boy," the woman said with a soft smile. "And a curious one, judging by how he looks at everything. Well, god has given you two sons, Breathe, Nyx."

Though he couldn't understand the words, the situation was clear.

'I… I was reborn? No. It was just a coma, wasn't it?!?'

Before he could process his thoughts, the woman holding him gently uncovered her chest and brought him closer.

'Wait—!'

Warm liquid filled his mouth, cutting off his panicked thoughts. A strange dizziness washed over him as his tiny body instinctively drank his first meal.

The woman looked down at him, her dark purple eyes filled with warmth.

"I will name you Raze. Yes… Raze Tenebris. That's a good name."

Through half-lidded eyes, he stared up at the woman. She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her back, her delicate features framed beneath thin, arched eyebrows.

A name had been given to him.

A new life had begun.

Reality Hits Hard

After his meal, Raze slowly opened his eyes and looked around once more.

'Well… the world seems the same, just the language is different. Wait… does that mean…'

A realization struck him.

'I don't have to go back and pay off all the debt I owed?! Oh, snap! This is great! And I still have my mature memories?'

Excitement bubbled up inside him.

'This is a dream come true. I'm going to live the best life possible here! Thank you, god, for blessing me with this chance!'

Then another thought hit him.

'There must be a system, right? Like in the novels I read back in my world!'

He focused his mind.

'System, open…'

Nothing.

'Come on, system…'

Silence.

'Open menu?'

Nothing happened.

After several failed attempts, his excitement began to fade.

'Maybe... it's just a normal reincarnation?'

A sinking feeling settled in.

'Ah, shit. No game-type cheats? No overpowered leveling? No stats? Damn it, man. Well… I guess I'll just live a good, normal life then.'

That's when he noticed something.

The cradle he was lying in—it wasn't normal. It was made of straw.

He turned his head, observing his surroundings. The walls were rough, poorly built, and the entire room looked worse than his previous life.

A cold chill ran through his tiny body.

'Wait… no, no, no, don't tell me—'

Then it hit him.

He wasn't just born without a system.

He was born poor.

"Shit, not againnnnnn…!"