Day 1

Apparently, it looks like I have been reborn into a baby. Am I lucky or what? Actually, considering this is probably reincarnation, did I die in my old world?

That would explain the tiredness.

Magic has been confirmed to exist in this world. It’s not really that surprising considering something similar existed in my old world too. Currently, I really can’t do anything, and my vision is blurry, but seeing how convenient my birth was, there’s definitely magic.

There are no status screens though. Makes sense; those were rare in the old world too. If I remember correctly, status-screen holders were all over A class.

One thing that has been puzzling me is that I can understand what everyone is saying. There is some divine translation magic going on. It’s very convenient. Maybe too convenient. It’s kind of creeping me out. I expected life in a different world to be more culture-shocking.

Well, this is fine too.

Speaking of a different world, I think I was born into a family of three? There are my parents, and then there is the boy who keeps on coming into the room to touch my cheeks. He’s probably my older brother.

I heard from my friends that having an older sibling is annoying. They order you to do bothersome things. Honestly, I’m looking forward to it. Living as an only child was so boring, after all.

By the way, I’m in my mother’s arms now. Probably. I can’t really see anyone, so it’s hard to tell. But I can definitely recognize her soft singing. It feels nostalgic like I’ve heard it all my life. Maybe she sang to me when she was pregnant with me? I read that babies recognize their mother’s voice that way.

Her arms feel soft but strong at the same time. She doesn’t shake at all when she’s holding me. Considering it’s only been about a day since my birth, she seems to be in perfect condition. One of the other ladies did chant something to her—could it have been recovery magic?

My father keeps going in and out of the room. My mother’s been slaving him for some time now as he keeps bringing her food, clothes, and everything else, but he seems strangely happy about it. Sometimes the boy (my brother?) brings her things too like a dirtball sprinkled with grass and accompanied with flower petal garnish. That’s what he said anyway. I already enjoy his company. He seems like an earnest guy.

Naturally, I’m very weak right now. I doze off when I don’t notice it, and my head won’t properly move the way I want it too. Babies sure have it rough. All I can do is stay still and wonder about this world some more.

Guess I’ll sleep some more.

Day 2

I just realized how hungry I was. When a fleshy bulb was pushed into my mouth, some instinct told me to suck as much as I could. I can’t control this body at all!

Being breastfed…is a weird experience. And the milk…tastes weird too. It’s not bad, but a little sweeter than normal milk, I think. Not lewd at all. I hope it isn’t. I really can’t think this way. Forgive me, my moral consciousness.

Hmmm. Maybe I was supposed to cry for food? I may have starved to death if my parents had no prior experience in raising kids. They sounded a little worried after all due to my lack of noise.

But I really can’t disturb my parents that much. I’ll just smack my lips when I feel hungry. Which might be quite often. My brother sounds anxious to play too. It’s funny to hear his “Mom, can Shaden walk yet?” and my mother’s, “No, Rother. He’s still an infant.” Seems like he is looking forward to playing with his new brother. Me too, Rother. Me too.

I really want to see clearly. All the other otherworld protagonists could see when they were babies. Maybe I can do some secret magic to make my vision clearer? Like, “May my eyeballs find light and concentrate into 20/20.”

Like that’s going to happen. Ah, how I wish.

Day 3

I miss my parents. My old parents. Did I worry them when I died? How were they feeling? I was their only child, after all. How about my friends? Jothan and I were supposed to meet yesterday. Are they sad for me?

My new family feels very cozy. Many in my old world would kill for an opportunity like this one. The majority of us are E and D class, so we can’t experience anything like this until we die. The superhero news we see is no different than the fictional stories we read.

But why do I feel discontent? It feels like I left something unfinished in my old world, like a project that is due tomorrow, but I stayed up until 2 am watching anime. I don’t really know. I don’t know.

I really want some vision for now.

Day 4

I can see! I can see clearly? What happened overnight? I can open my eyes completely now. I think I’m nearsighted, however. Things past a certain distance look blurry. And damn, I saw my mother.

How can someone have such beautiful skin and hair? Her skin is the perfect pale, like a slight-white default skin color. Her hair is a gorgeous golden blonde that’s tied to the side. It’s a little messy-looking, but still heavenly, nevertheless. She has to be around her mid or late twenties. Her face is beautiful as well, and it makes me very glad I wasn’t into any milf material back in my old world. I know some people who would very much lewd such a situation…

I’m curious. Do they have soap in this world? Face wash? My mother smells nice, like something you’d smell if you jumped into a hotel bed right after you took a shower. The blankets I’m wrapped around in feel wonderful too…like a combination between silk and wool. It’s fluffy, but it has that silky texture. Perfect for baby cloth.

I think today was the first day my brother got to hold me. He was pretty gentle, and my father helped him not drop me to the side. Speaking of them, my father looks very fresh with his semi-curly haircut that splits in the middle to reveal his forehead. He has a nice, short beard too. It’s all black. And my brother has nice brown curly hair that seems a little long for his age.

…Wait a minute. Brown hair? My mother’s hair is blonde. My father’s hair is black. I don’t know mine yet. My brother’s hair is brown.

????

Must be some fantasy elements going on. Or recessive genes. I don’t know. Best to just forget about it until I grow older.

Day 5

Melsei and Garthan. The names of my mother and father.

Rother. The name of my sibling.

Our family name is Limen. Sounds weird, like men lying? There must be some connection between the name and this world’s culture.

I am Shaden Limen. Decent name, seeing how I’ll have to live with it for the rest of my life now. It sounds a little awkward hearing Shaden here and Shaden that, but I can live with it.

I have to live with it.

Wonder what it means?

My old name was Demund Blanner. My parents were Porter and Hennith Blanner. I had no siblings. I loved my parents; they were hardworking and dedicated to their family and work. If I had any regrets, it was that they had me when they were in their late thirties, making it difficult for them to give me any siblings.

Now I’ll never see them again.

Has it really been only five days? Time moves so slowly now that I’m a baby. There’s nothing I can do. Nothing at all. Nothing but to enjoy this new life.

Maybe there is reverse summoning magic in this world. But the chances are rare. It’ll probably take a few decades to find it. In some stories I read, some protagonists never make it back.

I know there are powers that can revive the dead in my old world. But I was just a normal person you could find anywhere. My death won’t matter that much.

Yeah. No one will really care. They will forget about me in a few years. I’m not Demund anymore. I’m Shaden.

Day 6

Shoot. I was too excited to realize the reality of my situation. I hate relieving myself without my will. It smells. Ah, this is so embarrassing. I can’t. Someone make this stop. Why can’t they just use magic?

I’ll have to live like this for how long? Someone save me.

I also can’t read manga anymore. Nor any sort of literature right now. This world definitely has no internet. I never realized how suffocating it is to be like this. All the stories I read skipped the baby arc in a chapter or two. Oh gosh.

It’s boring. I really need friends. Father and Rother are gone for the day and mother is sleeping. I really can’t ask her to play with me, can I?

I wish I could go back to my old world. But well, after just a few months, I’m sure I’ll be able to use magic. The world will see a prodigy! The greatest who ever lived!

Day 7

Another day, another moment of helplessness. I hope I'll grow up quickly.

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What the hell?

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Why am I in my bed?