Chapter 1: Chapter I: Warm

"Never let anyone or anything look down on you! A dragon never accepts pity or charity!"

—That is what he hears all the time. Every day, to be exact. Not like he can escape it since he's always around in this space. It was warm where he was is—like he is in a warm bath with thunder sounds in the background, the dusk sky with a full moon shining down on him and finally, a big fan blowing hard winds at his face. The wind feels good, so he stays there for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of being in a place that makes him feel safe and comfortable.

Also, he can't breathe, see, or hear quite well, but it doesn't matter much because he is not worried at all. The mysterious liquid is very relaxing.

(Dang... Am I dead? Must be because I'm unable to move, breathe, or even speak properly. Well, that suck... For some reason, I can't bring myself to panic...)

He has no way of knowing how long he has been floating in this warm water, nor does he remember ever having come here before.

But never panic. He was always like that. Worked sternly and efficiently until the job was done. From working to construction to military service and many more—he was the type to do everything immediately without thinking about the future. A man who had a single-minded focus on whatever work was at hand. And now, he is floating, doing nothing at all. That and dealing with his childhood friends' machinations and the hell prison called 'public school'.

Three months passed...

There was a sudden sense of unease. He didn't know why but today felt important.

(Oh, something happing today?)

Starting from the top of his head, felt an intense pressure over his entire body. While he still can't move, and there is the blindness, he can now hear and also feel. What he is feeling is warm and squishy.

Just as he was going to question this, he felt the need to have oxygen in his lungs. Wait lungs? Breath? No, that can't be it. He has no breathable air, so that isn't possible. This is some sort of strange feeling.

With his eyes closed, he cannot tell if the light coming through them changes, but he knows what light is supposed to feel like.

(Alright, I'm not in purgatory or hell or heaven. So not dead. How am I breathing then?)

He felt an impression on his buttocks. He felt the impact over and over again. Apparently, something is hitting his ass right now and judging by the feel and weight of the hand; it feels like they are quite strong. Most likely a grown male.

(Wait for a second... Did someone just grab my butt?)

As though trying to put a finger on it, he can feel the shape of a hand against his skin over and over again.

"....!!! ....!"

This is clearly not right. But he can't explain it in any other way. There is definitely something touching his butt.

"Well, that's something I have never seen before. He is breathing but not crying and giving me a mean glare... Well, anyway, congratulations on your successful birth."

A woman's voice replied with a hint of pride. "Of course! As If I failed to deliver my only son."

Another female voice joined in, sounding somewhat surprised. "I thought you would've given up by now... Good thing we're here when you actually did. Such a shame you couldn't give birth naturally..."

"Badass I am, but no way I'm pushin' this kid without drugs out my ass."

For the first time in a while, he heard other voices than the one that always gave him one-liners every day.

The vernacular and dialect seem to be that of Greek, Italian, Latin, Chinese, and Japanese, with the latter three being the focuses. It's not a language he understands...

"Oh dear, you are not alone anymore," said the mother. "You will have plenty of company soon enough. I'll prepare you an extra-large room."

Yeah, no idea what she meant there...

Well, at least he is not dead, just reincarnated, which means: He just went through his birth. And possibly having two mothers...

(Alright, cool, I've just been reborn... Glad that I didn't go to hell for all the crap my friends and I did in the past, present, and future. But was the birthing process really necessary? At least let me start at the age of 5, like other anime protagonists! This is sus!)

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One year has passed since he has been reincarnated. The family he was reincarnated into was the Vespasian household, the household of mercenaries, bandits, thugs, and monster hunters.

He was Drake Dracul Mercer, born to an African mother and Caribbean Father with bloodlines all over the islands. Now he is Dracul Vespasian, the only son of the Vespasian household, the only male child of the Vespasian household. A household with two mothers, a series of aunts and cousins, and several other housemates, including one who is currently taking care of him.

"Dracul, I think it's time for your bath, don't you agree?" The servant girl he knew as Isla, his personal maid of four, spoke to him with a smile. She has short vermillion hair with a long crooked cowlick, a back knot and a braid tied with two Vespasian crest tags on her left side and wears a French maid headdress. She has sharp, red eyes.

She wears a black Sukajan-like jacket with red dragons all over it, a typical short French maid uniform underneath with loose black ribbon, and red and black floppy boots.

He swears she looks familiar to him. Too many gacha waifus he'd seen over the years made it hard to pin this waifu look alike. That and this world is scarily similar to Earth, including the starships he sometimes sees in the skies... 

No wait, Earth doesn't have starships level technology or magic!  

Internal ranting over, Dracul just looked at his maid and didn't answer. Not because he can't talk or he doesn't want to, he is simply not mentally prepared.

Being a baby is really dull. All babies do is eat, sleep, and shit. Literally, he is used to it, not that he has a choice in the manner.

Picking him up, the maid places him onto a changing table and starts taking off his clothes.

"It's been a long while since I changed your diaper. You've gotten bigger, haven't you? Look at your thighs; they're getting chubby."

(Woman, if I could talk right now. I would have smoke'd you so hard right now.)

His stomach is filled with food, but he feels the urge to purge the excess from his bowels. His stomach hurts, and he is uncomfortable. As much as he wants to complain, he doesn't have the courage to say any words.

"Where is my baby boy!" His mother, Primera, burst through the door, walking briskly towards the changing table. 

"Lady Primera?!" Isla's eyes widened.

She is dressed in a green camo crop top, black cargo pants, and black leather boots. Camo military hat and many unnecessary belts and straps. She is tall and thin, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair and deep-set eyes. There is a scar running vertically across her forehead, almost perfectly bisecting both of her eyebrows.

"There is my baby boy!" Primera picks up Dracul with her scaley hands.

There is one crucial detail he failed to mention. Everyone in this household, including both of his mothers and his twenty sisters, are dragons and dinosaurs. Dragons and Dinosaurs that can change form into humans with dragon or dinosaur like limbs, tails, wings, horns, and scales. Dracul is the only half-human among them.

Primera cradles him with both arms wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. Her scales feel cold, like a reptile's. Dracul himself feels like he is being crushed in her grip.

"My sweet little baby boy, you are growing up so fast. Only 1-year-old already. I know you grow strong like your donor of a father." She coos and kisses his forehead. "The lab did a great job of mixing our genes!"

(Nother doting mother great... Also, I'm a lab baby?!)

The boy thought to himself. Even though everyone here is a bloodthirsty, battle-crazy, and bear-hugging warriors, they are also very loving people and generally good people.

(This isn't too bad. At least one day, I will get to use magic and find out why this world has Star Wars-level technology.)

With that in mind, he waved at his mother, making the females coo and ooh.

You think he'd at least get a system or something like status? He tried every day for an entire year without results; maybe today will be different.

(Status open?)

Suddenly, a tank-green RPG-like screen appeared in front of his eyes.

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