Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Prologue

"Fuck this game!" 

A young man was sitting in front of his computer in a completely dark room with his head down and depressed. The monitor before him had cracked, half of the screen covered in rainbow lights, but the bold letters said 'DEFEAT' could still be seen on his screen.

Normally, he wasn't quick to anger. He wouldn't have gotten angry over one game, considering the many hours he spent playing this dog shit game known as League of Legends. 

However, today was different... It was an important day for the young man.

Today was the last day of the season, and he was just one game away from getting Challenger rank. This was a feat that he had never been able to achieve after playing for 5 years of League of Legends, something he could brag about to his friends and make them jealous.

He could have this rank much earlier, but he had never had the time to truly waste his time on the game. It was only now, with the pandemic bending over and raw dogging the entire world, that he could sit around all day and waste his time.

He was so close to achieving Challenger rank, but in the last rank game before the season ended, he encountered a troll.

He would have been okay if he lost the normal way, but when the jungle decided to choose Janna, who was meant to be a supporting character in the first place and chose to run it down mid lane, it was no wonder he lost his mind.

At that moment, he had wished the very worst upon the player playing Janna. He wanted the Death Note and write the troll's name and have them die in the worst possible way.

Sadly, this world wasn't an anime, and he could only let it go.

"Whatever, I'll just go to bed."

The young man chose to cool off and forget about what had just happened by going to sleep. But, when he looked up and saw the enemy spam 'GG EZ', his eyes darkened as he clenched his fist in anger.

Before he knew it, his body started moving on its own. He unplugged his monitor, grabbed it by the side and threw it against the wall. But who would have ever thought the moment when the monitor crashed against the wall, a piece of monitor would come flying and directly slit his throat.

The young man held his neck, trying to stop the blood from rushing out. But it was to no avail, and soon his body lay limp on the ground, and the life in his eyes disappeared...

... "It's a boy!" 

A shout woke up the young man. 

Opening his eyes and turning his head towards the voice with great difficulty, what greeted him was a blurry giant which completely scared the shit out of him.

"Who are you? Where am I! What have you done to me?" The young man shouted frantically, but what came out of his mouth were the unrecognizable words of a baby. 

Shocked, the young man's gaze wandered around the room to look for an answer. He noticed he was in a hospital room and then the people around him before struggling to look down at himself.

Another wave of emotions came over him upon seeing his body. “I remember getting my throat slit, but what is happening to me? I've become a baby! How is this possible?”

He did not want to believe, but he had reincarnated. "This is all ridiculous! Am I being pranked?! " he complained, and as the surprise was too much for him, he lost consciousness a second later.

The next time he woke up, he was already cleaned up and wrapped in a cozy white blanket. His new situation was still shocking and absurd to him, but at least he wasn't about to faint from shock again.

Rather, he was worried as there were still many things he was unsure of. 

This situation reminded him of those run-of-the-mill reincarnation stories as it still had him wondering if he were the main character. After all, such ‘experiences’ were popular tropes in novels and cartoons.

He was worried about stories such as this. It was quite common for the world to be underdeveloped and based inside a medieval aristocratic society. If one were not born of royalty or nobility, it was bound to be a miserable life.

"It's no use thinking about this now."

In the end, what was more important for now was trying to figure out where he had reincarnated. He needed to know what kind of world he was living and thanks to his surroundings, he already had an idea.

The aesthetic of the room he was in took a retro look reminiscent of the Industrial Revolution era, mixed with modern and fantasy elements. It was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Unless his parents in this life were, it was clear to him that this world was no longer the Earth he used to know.

Although he wanted to panic and scream as loud as he could, he knew now was not the time for that. 

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He turned to the beautiful woman carrying him, a beauty who looked to be of Asian descent. She had shoulder-length black hair and sharp, luminous black eyes and above them were implausibly artistic black eyebrows, while beneath them was an elegant straight nose and syrup sweet lips. All of these characteristics were contained within a graceful, youthful face.

He tried to decipher the foreign language she was speaking, but could not understand any of it. It was a language he had never heard.

But from simple observation of the way she was looking at him, he guessed the woman was most likely his new mother in this new life. 

“Will I grow up to be handsome in the future?” He was secretly delighted with his mother's appearance, considering he had a higher chance to be good looking in the future. This was a dream any average looking person, such as himself, hoped to achieve in his previous life. 

His first smile ever in this world found its way to his face, something that had not gone unnoticed by the woman. "Oh, you're awake," she said softly, her voice similar to that of an angel. "Darling, come! Art is awake. Look he’s smiling.” 

The door to the room immediately opened the moment the woman finished speaking. A man entered and upon seeing him for the first time, Art could not help himself help but nod in approval.

The man who had just walked in could only be his new father, and just like his new mother, he was also extremely good looking. He had cornflower blue eyes, and dark blonde hair and possessed that kind of face that could stop you in your tracks.

"This confirms it, I'm definitely going to be handsome in the future," he said out loud, knowing his parents wouldn’t understand a single word he was saying. He was right, but in turn, caused his mother and father to misunderstand him.

"Our child must be hungry," his mother said as she started to disrobe.

"Yeah, but saved some for me later," replied his father.

He was speechless. “…”

In the following days he was finally able to learn his name from his parents, and it was Art. A name he was satisfied as it sounded cool and rolled off the tongue, or at least in his opinion. 

This was all he could gather. He was in a baby’s body after all. He had no responsibilities and could not move by himself. All he had to do was eat, sleep, poop, and the occasional baby noise or finger grabbing routine.

This left him with all the time he needed to think about his future.

Art was determined that he had two priorities: number one, he needed to gather more information about what kind of world he was living on. Number two, learn their language. All babies are supposed to learn their native language and have only so much time before being considered special, so they could not slack off.

Art spent his first day with his parents in the bed together, usually in his mother’s embrace. Whenever he was in the presence of other people, although he did not understand the language yet, he would try to listen to their conversation. He paid close attention, trying to figure out common words or patterns.

Eventually, after a few months passed, Art was able to learn quite a lot of things, one of the most important that gave him the biggest surprise of all was the world he reincarnated in. He discovered that he had been reincarnated in Runeterra, the fantasy world of sword and magic that housed many of his favourite yet hated video game characters.

After learning this, Art was able to pinpoint where exactly he had been born. Nestled at the heart of the continent, Piltover, that stands on the precipice of progress was where he was born to two wealthy parents; Lilah Truefall and Zalie Truefall.

Art knew he had dodged a bullet and was grateful for this. He had not been born in Zaun. From what he knew, that place was a large, undercity district, lying in the deep canyons and valleys threading Piltover. The only light reached below there was filtered through fumes leaking from the tangles of corroded pipework and reflected from the stained glass of its industrial architecture.

The higher-ups Piltover treated them like trash. They were ignored and were not recognized as an independent nation as Art read in the lore. It wasn't even called Zaun, and people of Piltover called it the undercity, a very demeaning name in his opinion.

Coming from a world of peace, well, at least the part of the world he used to live in, Art sympathized with them as no one should ever be treated like that. 

However, although Art felt this way, he was no hero, and there was little chance he goes out of his way to interfere in the conflict. He would only be putting himself in harm's way, especially when he did not have those cheat systems he reads in novels.  

He knew he was weak and there was not much he could do. He could barely protect himself, unlike an Iceborn who are naturally stronger than normal people or a super-genius who can invent a powerful device to travel back in time.

Thankfully, it seemed Art was not abandoned after all. When he learned he had been reincarnated in Runeterra, the first thing that was added and went to the top of his priority list was to see if he had a talent for magic. 

Imitating a certain wheelchair-bound bald old man and a girl possessed by a bird, Art tried to lift objects around his room with his mind. This was something that everyone has done at least once in their life to see if they had telekinetic powers.

Luckily Art didn’t make a fool out of himself, and much to his surprise, he did not have to wait long. When the second week came trying to see if he magic, he succeeded. As if he had just drank a glass of cold water, he felt a cool sensation envelop his body and disappear the next second. At that moment, one of the chew toys that lay in his crib started to float and gently hovered in the air. 

The fact Art had magic, a dream he thought impossible, had left him in a state of shock. A few seconds later, he snapped out of his and celebrated with baby noises he could only understand. 

However, Art could not rejoice for long. He didn't know if it was just because he was a baby or if he had little magic, but the toy only floated for a few seconds more, and he lost consciousness.

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