'Where am I?'

It's dark, it's damp, and it's really uncomfortable. I can't see, and I feel like my body is being squished.

I touched the walls... Oh dear, what's that?

That feels somewhat familiar… I wonder.

Before I went into a tangent deducing what this fleshy wall was, I caught sight of something.

'Light!'

How about that... there is indeed light at the end of the tunnel.

I could see it from this absolute darkness. There was now light. It was hazy, but I am sure.

There's indeed an end; I am glad to know that this is not some unending tunnel.

That would be torture. Wait, is this hell? I need to get out of here.

I hurried to the light doing everything I can to escape the darkness.

The walls around me contracted. It didn't want to let me go; the fear of being forever trapped in darkness attacked me. My heart almost escaped from my chest. My trapped arms did their best to move, wriggling through the tight and wet place just so that I can escape this darkness.

I did not stop despite the exhaustion that came over me. The light was getting closer, it was not false hope, and I wished to get to this light.

I reached the light.

Finally, I got out, regained my sight… I soon wished I hadn't.

'Hmmm? What's that? Oh, dear! NOOOO!'

“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Red, blue, and green silhouettes mist-like demonic giants towered over me. They have no discerning features, they are no giants, they are fucking devils.

Fear, pain, and the inconceivable need for me to cry mixed together, resulting in me wailing without shame!

I don't know what was happening.

But one thing is for sure, this is no paradise.

Aside from my disbelief in religions (and that demonic sight I witnessed before I died), surely there's no reason for me to be brought here.

I refused to believe it; alas, here I am.

Though I do not know what's about to come, I can only expect the worst.

The shadowy figures of differing colors moved; they held my body, and surprisingly enough, they didn't pierce my skin—a soft and caring touch.

I saw them show a wide smile.

"Dalvatel!" The green smoke giant moved, and green particles floated in the air. It disappeared as it flew somewhere, leaving faint glimmers in the air.

Following this faint line, I finally saw hope and salvation in this darkness.

A slight sense of relief washed over me, and from the corner of my eyes, a golden glimmer rested on what I could barely discern as a bed of straw.

It was truly bright, it could illuminate the room, yet it was not blinding.

Instead, it was calming.

Is this light… is it the God amongst the devils?

'Salvation!'

The light it projected to me was warm. I yearned for its touch; I reached out so that I could be placed in its embrace. The green shadow handed me over to this golden light, and when I got in contact with said light, my sobbing and cries were blown over by the wind.

It felt nice.

I grew calm; in its embrace that was filled with warmth, I was at peace.

* "Ilia, fartiali gardnto hintalo? Dagratial jigual selrairt."

* "Hintaling, Fay-Aine."

* "Fay-Aine? Hawla!"

I did not know what these devils were talking about. I got my light, so shoo devils shoo!

With that light, I felt secured! I practically latched at its soft body. How can light be so soft and tangible?

Looking at the light closely, I slowly made out the silhouette. Touching what I could get my hands on, I reached two peaks—gender ascertained.

My eyes remained veiled in a black mist, but I can tell from the touch. Though I wasn't feminine, I was also a woman, and I had a pair of above-average assets.

By grazing and pushing at these perfect pair, I learned something, that my hands were oddly small. It must be the after-effects of dying.

Then if it is... then… surely, that's an impossibility.

Such crazy thoughts would never come true.

I disregarded it, but then as time passed, my stomach growled from hunger, an uncontrollable cry escaped my mouth.

"Fay-Aine, yuil gatal?" a gentle voice came from the bearer of the golden light. Gently guiding my mouth to her treasure and instinctively sucking on it, the taste of milk filled my mouth!

'It's milk!'

Giants, that wet and squishy place, and now milk.

My weird eyes widened, and while still drinking my mother's milk, I finally put the dots together and understood the situation.

I'm a fucking baby!

This sudden realization should have been obvious, but for me, who's experiencing it, it's not so easy to swallow.

And from the back of my head, a statement rose, 'Does this mean the Buddhists and the Hindus were right? '

===

I didn't know there would come a time where I would be sucking another woman's breast... and liking it. But here I am, onto the usual routine of my current reality.

It had been three days since I reincarnated; I don't know what country this is because I have no inkling what kind of language they speak of, and I am sort of blind.

I say sort of because my sight is neither blurry nor in complete darkness.

I see the world differently; my surroundings were veiled in thick darkness that required me to focus with all that I had for me to see.

That's the case of the rest of the world, not including those who are alive like people. No matter what I do, I cannot see any facial features.

Instead, the only thing I could see were colors.

Red, Green, Blue, Cyan all these colors represented a different person. At first, I thought this color meant emotions or something, but it seems like I was wrong because no matter the day, the color of each person never changes.

'I wonder, did I reincarnate as some sort of animal? I haven't watched a documentary detailing this kind of creature.'

Due to my inability to see faces, I had to memorize their voices of the people around me. It's not going so well. Though from what I could tell, they're all good people. No one harmed me, so I'm good.

My daily routine used to be researching, excavating remnants of the past, and exploring society of a different time. But now, all I do was eat, sleep, pee, and poo.

These activities were also beyond my control because I eat baby instincts demands it, I sleep the moment my eyes grew tired – which happens more often than it should – and pee and poo myself without me knowing.

This lifestyle is convenient; I don't need to work, but the trade-off was my pride. I know I didn't have much pride before but having the mind of an adult woman pooping myself is still much more depressing than eating ice cream alone during Christmas.

I also learned the depressing fact that babies don't cling to the fingers of those they like. It is an action I make the motion when someone puts their finger on my palms. In fact, I grab everything that comes close to me.

Speaking of grabbing everything without my control, my motor control was a mess. I wave my arms like a wacky inflatable tube man.

But above all of these, there's something that had been haunting me for the past few days.

I like drinking milk.

Drinking the milk of my mother is something I found surprisingly pleasant. I thought I'd be repulsed at the idea, but no, it felt natural to me. It seems like my baby need's taking over.

They did say that the idea of "life flashing before your eyes" is a means of your brain finding a way to survive. Drinking milk must be the instinct of my body to sustain life.

'Is this why I like drinking milk from my mother's bosom?'

Speaking of my mother… I still have yet to see her facial features.

She's always shrouded by this ethereal golden light that I cannot bypass.

Time went on, and I got to spend more time with my mother. From her voice, I can feel the love and care emanating. It made me smile, and the soothing golden light from her was an added bonus.

The lullabies and songs she would sing were not something I could understand, the language barrier was too much for me to cross, but the tone speaks for itself.

But despite this fact, I can still feel the gentleness behind them. Mother's the only light in this life. When I am with her, the darkness subsides as though it is being parted.

If she's my mother, surely, she's like me, someone with these eyes, but if not – the thought brings fear to my heart as though I am being brought back in time. When I was but a teenage girl, I was an outcast because of my eyes; I did not care because of Julia... but what about now?

...the thought is unbearable.

'I need to stop thinking these kinds of things and move forward. To do that I, would first need to learn the language.'

Pouring everything that I had, many days passed, and my efforts bore fruit.

I finally learned my and mother's name.

My name was Fay-Aine, but Mother always calls me Fay for short. I do not know if Aine was our family name, but it sounded cute, so I didn't question it.

My mother's name was Ilia, which was weird because I can still vaguely remember anime with a little girl of the same name.

All this time, I had still wonder what country I was in. I still had hope that this place was in the boonies and I'll someday be able to reunite with Julia.

Who knows, maybe I'll become friends with her child? I wished for that ending very much. How surprised would she be?

But three months after I was born, while my mother was busy cooking, a stray cat with two tails wandered in on our home.

Of course, all I could see was a black smoke silhouette of the stray, but I clearly saw two tails. The cat approached me out of curiosity. I pretended to sleep to not aggravate it, and then its tail unknowingly wandered on my dainty hands.

Grab!

My reflex took over; I grabbed its tail, and then it hissed and scratched me.

'That fucking hurt! Oh, you done goofed now motherfucker!' I need to protect myself.

Summoning the strength that I had hidden within me, I sat down on my own and faced the cat. I am only three months old; I shouldn't have any strength to do this, but I was blessed with power for some reason.

It swung its claws; I dodged to the left and countered with an open palm strike to its left temple.

HISSS!

'Oh, you're angry? Come at me bitch’

I growled at the cat and hissed back; I was not afraid. As an abnormally strong baby, I sat my ground and glared. I threw a haymaker.

The cat swayed to the side, and I could tell it was sneering!

SCRATCH!

Its claws connected to my cheeks!

The fool fell to my trap.

PAH!

My baby hands also reached its cheeks. A perfect counter from the Baby Champion!

I threw my fist high up, announcing my victory against the cat.

'I~ am the Champion, my frrrriend!' the theme song in my heart played.

The cat stood on its wobbly leg; I turned to its direction with a smug expression – as arrogant as a baby could show – I won, and the little shit didn't.

But then, I heard it whine. The triumphant theme song playing in my heart stopped.

I am celebrating a victory over a cat… how low have I fallen?

I approached the two-tailed cat and gently pet its head to comfort it from the loss it experienced.

“bcam stong… sam-dey ma… frend.” I did my best to comfort it with my broken words, and miraculously it got through.

The cat licked the wound on my hands, and it would be the exact moment when I discovered that this is a different world.

[The Two-Tail Shade Cat accepted you as its trainer.]

[The System has yet to be unlocked – Timer: 147 Months/9 years and 12 months to go - Blood Pact is being established forcefully through unknown means… initiating System Override – detecting reason for override… reason: Compatibly Aged Soul… access gain… error… you have forcefully opened a part of your System… prompting lockdown…

Lock Down Failed]

*Special entity detected; special access given; the law of the System has taken effect… you have been granted a title – Chosen Soul – you have become one of the few Chosen to partially open your System at a young age.]

[Fay-Aine]

Lv. 0

Age: 0

Title: Chosen Soul

Strength: ???

Speed: ???

Dexterity: ???

Vitality: ???

Senses: ???

Magic Power: ???

Magic Control: ???

Mana Regeneration: ???

Will: ???

Luck: 24 (fixed)

Free Points: ???

[Class Slot 1/???]

Class #1: [Blood Pact Tamer Lv. 1 (Temporary)]

Monsters 1/????:

Two-Tail Shade Cat (Newborn)

Ranking: Normal (Gray)

Age: 0

Lineage Skills:

Dark Mist [Active] - (Common) – expulses black mist from its mouth to hide its presence and body.]

Night Prowler [Passive Skill] – (Common) – becomes stealthier when hunting at night.

I finally understood that this is no longer Earth and just for the cherry on top; mother came running to me after hearing the commotion, and upon seeing the blood, she rushed to my side.

Mother subdued the vile beast and healed my wounds with MAGIC.

Yes, not that baby shit by kissing it, saying the boo-boo would fly away, no, she healed me with the same golden light that shrouded Mother’s figure.

The golden light reached the scratch on my hand!

Yeah, that’s how I learned this world had Magic.