Am I alive…?
That was the first thought that ran through my head as I woke up and saw a white ceiling in front of me.
All I could remember was that I got isekai'd by Truck-kun right in the guts, sending me flying like a ragdoll, and then, nothing.
That was it. That's all I remember.
I was sure I would've had died after getting ran over like that. No way a normal human body could survive a high-speed, direct impact from several tons of metal.
But here I was, seemingly fine and in perfect condition.
…Or maybe it was all just a nightmare. Yeah, that must be it. No way such bullshittery could happen to me in a single day.
I let out a relieved sigh. What a truly ridiculous and stupid dream.
But… wait. Doesn't my ceiling look a little weird?
I remember it being darker in color, not just pure white.
Something feels off.
I slowly looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings, and that's when I realized that I was currently in a baby's room and not in my room.
There were stuffed animals neatly placed on a shelf, a bunch of colorful toys scattered around, and a wallpaper that basically screamed a baby's room. The whole setup was unmistakable.
But what made things even weirder was that I wasn't lying on my bed. Hell, I wasn't even lying on a bed.
I was inside a crib a huge one at that.
One that could somehow hold an adult's body comfortably.
My mind immediately raced with different thoughts as panic settled in.
Did I just get kidnapped?!
Why the hell don't I remember anything about being attacked and taken away?
I mean, I wasn't some martial arts prodigy or an expert at fighting, but I at least knew how to throw a decent punch. If someone tried to grab me, I was pretty sure I would've done something.
Unless… did they hit my head and give me amnesia?
But I feel perfectly fine although my body feels weak.
Also…
What kind of retarded bastard kidnaps someone and then puts them in a huge crib, untied and completely free to move? What's next? Are they going to send some gung ho- bald guy in a diaper to feed me with a baby bottle?
Either way, these retarded idiots were clearly underestimating me.
Since they were dumb enough to leave me like this, I was going to take advantage of it and escape.
I gathered all my strength, trying to push myself up, only to barely lift my head before flopping back down onto the crib.
What the fu-
And that's when I saw it.
Just before I face-planted into the mattress, I caught sight of my hand. Or at least, what should have been my hand.
Instead, I saw something small.
Tiny fingers, short chubby arms, and pale, smooth skin that looked nothing like my original body.
The fuck..?
Did they drug me? Am I hallucinating?
I raised my hand, willing it to move, and—
It moved right up and twitched the fingers slightly.
Exactly as I commanded it to.
Oh. Oh no.
"Gah..?"
The sound that escaped my mouth wasn't normal.
It was a baby's voice.
I tried again.
"Ahnn..?"
What. The. Fuck.
Whose hands are these?
Whose baby voice was that?
Are these… my hands?
Wait. No. No no no no no.
I forced myself to look down at my body, and what I saw confirmed my worst fear.
I was small. Way too small. Wrapped tightly in some kind of cloth.
And chubby.
Unless I was being delusional and stupid, this situation can only mean one thing.
I was a fucking baby.
My mind went completely blank.
Nope. Nope. This had to be some sort of fever dream. I just have to wake up and then everything will go back to normal, yep. I'm definitely dreaming.
I tried to slap myself, but all I did was lightly pat my own cheek with a tiny, uncoordinated baby hand.
Shit.
Panic started rising again, but I forced myself to take deep breaths.
Calm down.
It took me a few minutes to stabilize my thoughts, and after doing so, I came to a horrifying realization.
I really did die back then.
And I really did reincarnate.
Motherfucker.
The room I was in looked like a mix of modern and eastern design. The furniture was wooden but well-crafted, The window was open, and a soft breeze carried the scent of… spices? Herbs? Basically Nature, Something that was foreign to me who lived in the city his entire life.
If this was Earth, it definitely wasn't the modern world I knew.
Which means there was a chance that I'm in a another world. But ofcourse, I had to investigate further to confirm it.
But if I really was in another world...
A long sigh escaped my lips. Of course.
Following the usual reincarnation trope, I would probably be in some fantasy world where magic existed, the economy was conveniently stable, and people walked around wearing ridiculously revealing outfits which by the way, made no sense functionally and morally.
Hopefully, I wouldn't be stuck in one of those overly cliché worlds where everything was conveniently designed to benefit the protagonist. I swear, if I was in some bullshit RPG-like world where a certain individual had skill menus and floating status screens with a system guiding them to get stronger and eventually a sneeze could destroy his world. If it truly was so, then I will be going to commit suicide once I get strong enough to do so.
I've read enough of that shit to know that the world will bend to whatever desire the MC wants. Moreover, he will definitely be getting some dead brained girls that will throw everything away just to become part of the MC's 1000 girl scout harem.
Ugh, thinking about those shits makes me shudder in disgust.
As I was contemplating my existence, the door to the room creaked open.
A woman entered.
She was beautiful, with long chestnut-brown hair and gentle green eyes. She wore a modest yet elegant dress, and when she saw me, her expression softened with warmth.
Woah, who's that? Is that what they call a jade beauty?
Hello miss Jade Beauty
"Ah, my little Lux is awake," she said in a tender voice, walking towards me with a smile.
My little Lux?
Who the hell is Lux?
What is Lux?
Am I Lux?
She reached into the crib and effortlessly lifted me into her arms, holding me close to her chest.
Her embrace was warm. Comforting.
And weirdly nostalgic.
What the fuck? I shouldn't be feeling this safe in a stranger's arms.
She hummed softly, swaying me gently as if she'd done this a thousand times before. And then, a second voice called out from the doorway.
"Is he awake?"
A tall man entered, dressed in a tight fit Shirt. He had sharp features, jet-black hair, and striking red eyes. His expression was calm but undeniably kind.
He approached with a small smile and ruffled my hair, which I did not appreciate, but being a baby, I couldn't exactly protest.
"Looks like he's as calm as ever," he chuckled. "You sure he's not going to grow up to be a grumpy old man?"
"Don't say that," the woman scolded him lightly. "He's just curious about the world."
Bitch, I'm not curious. I'm fucking confused and possibly traumatized.
Still, It didn't take long before I put the pieces together.
These people were my parents.
There was no gung ho- kidnapper, I was reborned with new and loving parents.
I, a grown teen- almost an adult who had lived an entire life, had been reduced to an infant and was now in the care of two strangers who were apparently my new mother and father.
Fucking hell.
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1 Week Later
Hello, it's me once again.
I've come to rant about my current new life once more.
Being a baby sucks.
That's the conclusion that I undeniably came across after living in this body for the past week.
I mean, I expected it to be bad, but holy hell, I severely underestimated how god-awful it is.
First of all, I have zero control over my baby body. Nope. Nada. I am literally a sentient potato. I can barely lift my arms before gravity brings it down, my legs flail around like a dying fish, and the worst part? I have to rely on these strangers that is my parents for literally everything.
Oh, I'm hungry? Too bad, I can't even eat any food yet so I had to rely on a stranger or the Mother of this body to feed me with her milk.
And yes, I take it directly from the source, I don't want to talk about it.
It is already greatly embarrassing and humiliating to know that a conscious adult is now forced to drink breast milk.
When I need to take a shit? Well, guess what? I just do it right then and there, and my Mother has to clean me up. Albeit, she is weirdly excited when she does it, she makes it seems like it was the greatest job in the world.
I have never felt so pathetic in my life.
I have no freedom. No dignity.
And the worst comes, The baby talk.
"Ohhh, who's my precious little Lux? Yes, you are! Such a strong and cool little boy!"
Lady, please.
"You're such a quiet baby! So well-behaved, unlike the other babies!"
Yeah, because I have nothing to say to you people! If I could talk, I'd be asking where the hell I am and why I've been cursed with this fate!
Instead, I just have to sit there, making stupid baby sounds. If I could talk, I'd be asking where the hell I am and why I've been cursed with this fate!
Instead, I just have to sit there, making dumb noises while they poke my cheeks and kiss my forehead. I swear, if I hear one more "goo-goo ga-ga," I will commit baby homicide.
Anyway, enough ranting.
I'm not in Earth, I've confirmed that in this past week.
I mean, unless a parrot that spews out fire from its mouth is a thing back in earth then it might be.
But what totally confirmed it to me was the fact that my Parents pray everyday to a thing called Archons which seems to be a deity of this Nation. From what I've eavesdropped then the God that they are praying to is the Lesser Lord Kusanali.
Also, magic seems to exist in this world.
One day while my Father was playing peek-a-boo at me, he suddenly changed his play style seeing my bored state and suddenly created fires from his hands and created different shapes with them which got him scolded by Mom saying that he shouldn't use his Vision near me.
I could do nothing but feign a genuine surprise which seemed to satisfy my Father's ego.
Seems like he could use Magic or Elements which they use it through an ornament called Vision which basically allows its user to use a certain element.
It doesn't seem like everyone has it since my Mother doesn't have one on her from what I can observe.
Maybe it is an innate gift from certain individuals given by these Gods at birth.
Also, I'm in a Nation called Sumeru and I currently reside in the main city, Sumeru City. It seems like a Nation full of bookworm scholars with how much my Parents often speaks of them.
And apparently the God that my parents pray to everyday is here in Sumeru City. Which means that a God is basically leading Sumeru.
Surprise was a short term of what I felt when I heard that after all Gods were just myths back in my old world but it seems like in this one, they walk down the streets, eat and leads their own Nation.
But, it seems like that the God or so they call it Dendro Archon hasn't been seen even once yet.
Guess she was a shy type but I smell a shitty story behind this that I don't have enough patience to give enough shit.
But well, that's basically all that I've gathered in this past week.
What do you expect? Me knowing everything in this world in just a week?
Get real guys.
Suddenly the door to my room (jail) opened and my Mother came inside with a pair of baby clothes in hand.
Here she comes, my Mother, Deyna Yildirim.
I know the only time that she comes in here with pair of clothes in hand is when she dresses me up just to adore me.
Fuck. I'm doomed.
Mother held me up in her arms as she with a huge smile spoke. "My cute little baby, we're finally gonna take you out to see the world!"
...hmm?