Chapter 2: Chapter 2 – Rebirth

Never believed in the whole Rebirth stuff that I do hear and read in comic and cartoon when I was young or read in a manhwa before I went to military service, after experiencing near-death experiences, 

But why is my consciousness still alive,I remember been assassinated in that damn airplane by suicidal assassin 

Did I die! If so, how?

Why can’t I open my eyes?

Is this afterlife? ..well I deserve it since I have killed alot of people.

No it’s can’t be 

Wait.what is that a light ..it’s faint but .....

Anyway…

Since it didn’t seem like I was going to wake up anytime soon, while I slowly move towards this faint light, I might as well go along with it.

The journey seemed to take an eternity; I half expected a flames of fire burning me for all the sins, have committed,well I was trained to do so ...it doesn’t justify my action but no matter I will still do it over again 

Instead, my vision of everything around me turned into a blur of bright light assaulted my eyes When I tried to say something, the only sound that came out seemed to be a cry.

Waaah uwaah 

“Wait?” What

The muffled voices became clearer and I made out a,

“Congratulations Sir and Madam, he’s a healthy boy.”

…Wait,what! 

I guess normally, I should be thinking along the lines of “fuck, was I just born? Am I a baby now?”

But strangely, the only thought that seemed to pop up in my mind was, ’So the bright light at the end of that darkness was actually coming through a female vaginal ’damn!

Haha… let’s still think about it ...how?will l be sucking tits now ,,,gross”

Few second later 

Let assess the situation am in,first of all,”the language” wherever this place is, i understood the language. That’s a problem has been solved.

Next, after slowly and painfully opening my eyes, my retinas were bombarded with different faces with a smile and figures It took a bit of time for my infant eyes to get used to the light..The doctor or so it seemed, in front of me had a not so appealing face was a old man in middle 40.with long white hair with glasses.The strange thing was, she wasn’t wearing a doctor’s gown nor were we even in a hospital room. 

I seemed to have been born from medium pretty nice room I think,because this room was lit only by a couple of bright light and we were on the floor over a white jade bed

I looked around and saw the dark-fair female who pushed me out of her vaginal Calling her mother should be correct. Taking a few more seconds to see what she looked like, I’d have to admit she’s a beauty, but that might have been caused by my half blurry eyes. Rather than a immeasurable beauty, I would better describe her as pretty, in a very kind and warm sense, with distinct black curled hair at the shoulder range and black eyes with pink lower lip with jade hand.

I couldn’t help but notice her long eyelashes and narrow nose shape that made me want to just cling to her. She just permeated this motherly feel. Is this why babies were attracted to their mothers?wow it’s nice let me cry some more so she can hold me tight hehe

Peeled my face away and turned right to barely make out the person who I assumed was my father by the serious and serious eyes “damn he is serious” he gazed at me with. Immediately he said,“Hi little miles I’m your daddy,trying to carry me from my mom.

“Easy man,am still fragile,don’t break me”

I glanced around to see both my mother and the house doctor (for all the certification he seemed to have), roll their eyes as my mother managed to scoff, 

“bae, he was just born.” 

I took a closer look at my father to see why my lovely mother was so attracted to him. Besides the his serious face he seemed to have by expecting a newborn well, he was a very fair carefree and a serious handsome and muscular middle-aged man with gray eyes ,shaggy black hair, and slight facial hair.while his eyebrows were strong and fierce, (wow he is so dope) having a defined muscles ,his eyes held a warmth and free spirit quality, and serious 

Hmm, he isn’t crying. Doctor, I thought newborns were supposed to cry when they are born.” I heard my mother’s voice.

(Woman,am a grown ass man not some small ass baby ...can’t be crying all the time.. )

By the time I finished taking note of… I mean observing my parents; the punk ass doctor simply excused himself saying, “There are cases where the infant does not cry.

(Lies,am a grown ass man) 

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Please continue resting for a couple of days Mrs. Michaels, and let me know if anything happens to Miles michaels.

The following couple of weeks after my journey out of the vaginal(yeah I said it again vaginal) was a new kind of torture for me. I had little to no control over my limbs except being able to wave them around, and even that got tiring quickly. I realized all too grudgingly that babies don’t really get to control their fingers all that much.

Well the only funny thing,was I do is pee upward when my so called dad was about to change my diaper since he is always serious when he change it...then I laugh whenever I do it ..so hilarious..while his face look so funny and ugly .haha 

Joke aside,,one of the few perks that I became happily accustomed to was being breastfed by my mother.

Don’t get me wrong, I had no ulterior motives whatsoever 

“no it’s addictive.now”

 I can see why babies like it so much its just that breast milk tasted a lot better than baby foods and has better nutritional value, okay? Er… please believe me.

(no am addicted already haha)

This beautiful and clean room seemed to be my parent’s room and from what I figured, the place that I was currently stuck in was, hopefully, a place in my world from the past, when electricity or air-conditioning or electric fan hadn’t yet been invented. 

“But they should be using something to power the house right?”will find out later!

My mother quickly proved my hopes wrong as, one day,my idiotic but serious father bumped me against a wall while swinging my head 

“Damn man easy what if I die”

around my mom arm suddenly light up with a yellowish written words like marks inscription from upper arm to her hand and finger were written with some strange marks(it’s look beautiful) ,then she placed her hand on me and healed me

 

“Wow!!!,what the fuck is that”

This is the first freakin no I mean fucking time I have seen this shit ...like no placing pain reliever cream or bandage on me but no ...but a full blown, shining light with a faint hum from her freaking hands type of healing.(thank God I have plot armour in this world) that daddy of mine would have killed me)

Where the hell am I?(is this some magical world with elves and shit ...maybe I can get laid) thinking of the all the eleves hentai I have watched hehe with a smirk ..it will be fun.

My mother, named Diana michaels, and my father, named karlos michaels, at least seemed to be good people, hell if not the best. I suspected my mother was an angel because I’ve never met such a kindhearted, warm person. While being carried on her back by a baby cradle-strap of some sort, I went with her to what she called a town in ViLE CITY,

It was more of a glorified outpost, seeing that there were no roads or buildings. 

“How come there is a beautiful house at a outpost?”

We walked on the main dirt trail where there were tents on both sides with various merchants and salesmen selling all sorts of things—from common, everyday necessities to things I couldn’t help but raise a brow at, like weapons, armour, and rocks… shining rocks!( Why can’t I see elves..where are they? Looking left and right) 

The strangest thing that i didn’t notice at first is that the sky look kind of unrealistic like some kind artificial sky with clouds and sun.,but every time I look ...It feel kind of strange ...well it’s doesn t matter,I enjoyed mom's company as she kept talking to me, probably to try to get me to learn the language faster, while shopping for the day’s groceries, exchanging pleasantries with various people passing by or working in the booths and brothels,”i must get laid in the life time”

 Meanwhile, my body turned against me once again, and I feel tired for all the thinking and fell asleep… Damn this weak body..

Sitting on the lap of my mother who was caressing me in her bosom, I was intently focused on my dad who was currently singing a old tales song ,which sounded like a familiar and not so familiar song from my old world for close to a good minutes..well,it’s was good at first but it’s looks like he didnt know the complete songs ...(yeah,what a boomer)but the song was good though..

Whats that name of it ,ha I remember it’s sounded like “little black sheep.

I flailed my arms in happiness that I remembered, but my idiot but serious father interpreted that into a “WOW” and had a big grin on his face saying, “Your daddy is awesome huh!”(wait!what I didn’t say that)but you know you are ugly when you grin.”

No, my father was a much better fighter. When he put out his long thin sword while using some strange power I couldn’t comprehend it just like (my mom pattern like ancient word written in her arm when She healed me),well,I felt compelled to drop my underwear (or diaper) for him. With quick and firm movements that were surprising for his build, his sword movement and techniques carried enough force to break to tear though space but were fluid enough to not leave an opening. In my world, he would have been a martial artist teacher teaching special agents and soldiers but to me, he was my idiot but serious father.

For what I learned, this world seemed to be a complicated but simple world filled with strange powers and warriors; where power and wealth decided one’s rank in society. In that sense, it wasn’t different from my old world, except for the lack of furisritic technology and strange power different from soul energy

In my old world, wars,assissination,strange disease,nuclear bombing had become an almost obsolete form of settling disputes between countries . Don’t get me wrong, of course there were still smaller scale battles and armies were still needed for the safety of the citizens,for example my mission consist of assissination of a particular leader before large scale battle break out . However, disputes concerning the wellbeing of a country which basically just go to war no biggie

The currency in this new world seemed pretty straightforward from the exchanges my mother had with the merchants.

Token was the lowest form of currency, then points followed by bangs.While I had yet to see anything costing as much as a bang, normal families seemed to be able to live off of a couple points day just fine.

100 token = 1 point

100 points = 1 bang

Everyday involved honing my new body, mastering this body functions residing deep within me.

That comfortable regimen soon changed

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