Chapter 1.1 - rebirth

Waaah, uwaaah.

‘Is it normal to hear a baby’s cries as you die…?’

He thought to himself.

Was he having auditory hallucinations from the blood loss? But he died in that commercial airplanes, he can't be the one crying?maybe a baby is carrying somewhere.

If it were the latter, then it was fortunate and also unfortunate since he couldn't see his mother again since he was reborn in another world and in another family

‘I’d hate to say this, but I’m in no condition to understand my situation. I can't open my eye and I think am in afterlife .but I hope I’ll be reborn in a blissful world instead of a miserable one.’

Waaaaaaah!

The wail was getting louder and louder to the extent it's started to piss him up,

(What the hell, kid, keep it down)

‘What a pathetic death, I died as a disposable tool.

His vision was filled with darkness.

There was no sign of the baby stopping. As he endured the shame and listened helplessly, later he discovered how and why he is the one crying.

Not only had he exploded, his body had been turned to dust. There was no way he could’ve survived for another 3 seconds. Nonetheless, the wailing never stopped…

‘Wait, the sound is coming from my body!’

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

He was the one letting out those cries.

Today was 9th, earthly month 2896

A baby was born in human shelter 567, ward 4 in this apocalyptic world, Ethos



100 days have passed since his rebirth.



He could now skillfully crawl around, and he had no choice but to accept the truth unfolding before him.



He had been reborn after his death. There was no other explanation. And there was no way he could explain it to others, as he could barely form any words.



‘And even if I tell people after I become 5 years old, no one would believe that I have 45 years’ worth of memories of my past world in my head”



They would just dismiss it as a child’s joke or delusion.



If he were to mention the detailed history of his past life similar to this world, then some people could potentially believe him. However, the chances of him being treated as a cursed child were extremely high.



Therefore, he was once again destined to live in this world full of monsters and awakened peoples



Reborn in an apocalyptic world



It was the worst world in which a dead special agent to be reborn in to.



Most people living in the world would consider given birth to a new life a blessing to save humanity since they can be used as soldiers when they are of age



However, he was at a loss.



He was a special agent who was betrayed and killed by the people who he killed his emotions and follow their every order.



In this scenario, it wouldn't have taken him 100 days to accept the truth about his situation.

He was reborn in the world that humanity live in shelters instead of buildings, since monsters has destroyed their homes, cities, and countries 1000 years ago.



Monsters can be found everywhere and nowhere, wyvern and dragons flying in the air. In other words, this is also an opportunity for him to have a new adventure and fighting life.



Daggers, Swordsmanship, Guns, and magic of this world will be sufficient for him not to be a tool again



One year later,

Time was trickling slowly, one day at a time.



He was sick of coming up with plans for the future now. His body could never resist the temptation of a snooze, and he was bored to death of living as an inarticulate baby.



‘I want to grow up faster! This is so frustrating! I can’t do anything as I am right now!’

All he could do was drink milk from her breast and fall asleep when the time came. And whenever he relieved himself in his diapers, Marie, his mother, would come replace them. It was an extremely shameful experience for, who had the mind of an adult man.



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 it's 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)



That was all his daily schedule had entailed during the entire year.

Step, step.

A certain boy entered the shelter. She was his mother of the house, Marie.

She had black curled shoulder-length hair and a sharp black gaze decorating her straight, pointy nose with a pink lower lip. Furthermore, she is such a beauty, for real I ain't simping for my mother, but she is damn hot.

“Are you awake? Anderson”

(So my name is Anderson)

“It's time to take your baths" (No…. I can see you are just making an excuse to violate me.)

Few moments later, Anderson was carried and was put him in a hot water, she begins to wash him up and down with a soap and sponge)

(damn, that water is hot. …wait?. Don't look at my ....... Don't look nooo!!)

Anderson was using his tiny, cute hand to covered his private part

“Ooh, if you cover them, how can I wash them?”

Nooo

No

No



Few moments later

“Now, you look dope, just like your father”

(You finally touched it, I told you not to)

Anderson looked like a zombie after coming out of baby bathtub, after he was dressed his mother feed him then after that he slept off

(Damn, this small body)

5 years have passed since the day Anderson was assaulted.

He no longer had to experience the shame of having his mother's replace his diapers, but it was still difficult for him to imitate the attitude of a child. Since the day, a big fat kid once try to bully Anderson but was almost instantly killed.

The fat kid went to their shelter and reported that Anderson was the one that bullied him first, leading to an up war between the fat kid's mother and Marie.

Chapter end