Worldcryy

Braken was a broke, hungry 16-year-old rapper — surviving off scraps, ducking gunfire, and dreaming of a better life. One wrong step, and he caught a hundred bullets in the chest. But death wasn’t the end.

He wakes up in a new world… as a baby.
No electricity. No cities. Just mana, monsters, swords, and a wooden cabin in the slums.

Raised by an old woman who teaches him magic instead of math, Braken never forgets where he came from — or what he died chasing.

Now 12, he’s built his first gun in a world where guns don’t exist.
He’s enrolling in a magical academy full of nobles who look down on kids from the gutters.
But Braken? He don’t bend. He talks slick, hits hard, and moves like a street ninja.

From inventing mana-powered Dracos, to dodging nobles, peeking in bathhouses, and building underground fight clubs — Braken’s here to eat, win, and live like the king he never got to be.

gangster gets reincarnated into fantasy world

The nobles were tucked in silk. The slum kids were scattered wherever they could sleep — under staircases, in old storerooms, or like Braken, out under the night.

He lay with his hands behind his head, staring up at the deep purple sky. No mana-lamps. Just stars.

Tali walked up barefoot, hugging a rolled-up blanket. "You always sleep out here?"

Braken didn't look at her. "Sometimes. I like the air. Real air. Not that fake perfume nobles bathe in."

She sat next to him, quiet for a moment. Then: "You were gonna kill Caelis today."

She looked down. "That 'I got nothing to lose' look."

Braken didn't answer. The wind whispered between the trees. Crickets chirped like background singers.

After a long pause, he sat up. "You know what I think about sometimes?"

"That world that I'm from I'd still be broke. Hungry. Probably dead anyway I'm grateful I got this opportunity ."

Tali blinked. "You talk about that world a lot. You really came from it?"

"Yeah." He chuckled, bitter. "Bullets. Sirens. Gas station dinners. That was life. Nobody cared if you starved. Nobody cared if you bled. So I stopped caring too. Started moving like a demon just to breathe."

Tali hugged her knees. "That sounds… heavy."

Braken glanced at her. "It was. But now I'm here. And I ain't wasting it."

He stood up and pointed at the moon. "You see that?"

"Nah, listen." He turned, fire in his eyes. "This world? It runs on crowns. Power. Bloodlines. They made the rules so people like us stay crawling. But I'm gonna rewrite the damn rulebook."

Tali looked up at him, unsure if he was serious or just rambling again.

"I ain't just tryna survive no more, Tali," Braken said, voice low. "I'm tryna run this world. Sit on its back like a king and make it listen."

"I'm gonna be the first slum-born king this world ever seen."

Tali's eyes widened. "You serious."

"But… how? You got no title. No army. No crest."

Braken tapped his temple. "Got this."

Then he raised his hand, summoned a flickering orb of mana. "And got this."

He sat back down, calmer now. "It ain't about riches. It's about respect. My grandma ain't die for me to be just another footnote. I'mma take this broken-ass world and flip it on its head."

Tali smiled. "You really believe you can do it?"

Braken looked back at the sky, eyes hard. "I don't believe. I know. Ain't nobody else like me in this world. I got grit they ain't even heard of. Pain they can't imagine. And when I'm done…"

"…slum kids gonna walk through palace gates like they own it."

Tali was quiet. Then she laid down beside him.

"I'll help," she said softly. "You ain't gotta do it alone."

Braken didn't say anything. But he felt something settle in his chest. Not warmth. Not peace. Just… trust. That rare thing.

The wind blew gently over them. Stars blinked like distant promises.

"Just promise me something," Tali said, almost asleep.

"When you become king… don't forget who you were."

Braken smirked. "I ain't ever forgetting the mud. That's where gold gets dug up from."

And in the silence of the night, under a kingdom that didn't yet know its ruler…

Chapter 5 “A dream”